The broken door was kicked in and fell to the ground.
Amidst the countless dust flying, a tall and slender man walked in leading a big black dog.
He is noble, he is dazzling, and the lines on his face under the light are extremely cold and tense, cold and icy, like a Rakshasa from hell, terrifying and frightening!
Just one look at it is intimidating and makes you want to kneel down and surrender!
It's him!
he came!
"Ugh! Woohoo~~" Lan Xixi burst into tears instantly.
She was saved, he came to save her.
Bo Zhanye saw the little woman pressed on the broken bed, her face full of tears. Her heart felt as if it had been hit hard by something heavy, and it felt like it was stung by something extremely sharp. It was very depressing and painful.
His eyes darkened, he dropped the rope in his hand, took off his suit jacket, and walked over.
"Woof woof woof!" Ah Hei seemed to feel his master's anger and rushed towards the two men.
Before the fat man and the thin man could react, they were attacked by the giant dog.
"Ahhh!" they screamed and ran away all over the house.
Only Lan Xixi was left on the bed.
Bo Zhanye bent down, covered her with the loose clothes, removed the cloth from her mouth, and hugged her into his arms:
"It's okay...it's okay..."
The voice is low, comforting, coaxing, and extremely hoarse.
For Lan Xixi at this moment, she feels too safe.
The tip of her nose felt sore, she raised her hands and hugged his generous waist tightly, leaning her little face in his arms, tears flowing uncontrollably:
"Woo~~ I'm so scared~~ I thought I would die here and never see you again, wu~~ Bo Zhanye, I'm so scared, I'm really scared..."
She was crying and talking at the same time, her voice was broken and choked.
The whole person is in a state of collapse.
Her thin body was also trembling in his arms.
Bo Zhanye's eyebrows were knitted into a tight frown, and his heart was very soft. All the defenses and air-conditioning on his body were put down at this moment. His big hands caressed her back little by little, patiently comforting:
"It's okay, it's really okay. I'll take you home."
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the princess, his strong arms showing great power.
Lan Xixi huddled in his arms, as if she had found a reliable haven, a warm place of belonging, pressing against him tightly, sobbing softly.
Mo Nanxi stood outside the door from beginning to end without bringing anyone in. When he saw Bo Zhanye coming out with Lan Xixi in his arms, he probably guessed what was going on. He lowered his sense of presence and asked in a low voice:
"Master Jiu, what should we do with the people inside?"
Bo Zhanye paused, his face colder than the night outside, and his voice deeper than the night:
"Everything she touched was ruined."
It's all ruined!
The arms, body, etc. that I accidentally touched... I'm afraid there aren't many places that are good!
Mo Nanxi understood, Master Jiu clearly wanted to make the people inside completely disabled...
At this moment, even the hair on Lord Jiu's head was terrifying. He was the most terrifying Lord Nine that he had ever seen!
It seems that Miss Lan is really extraordinary to Master Jiu.
...
Considering Lan Xixi's mood, Bo Zhanye did not take her back, but went to Sheng Chen's hotel.
On the top floor, there are three luxurious presidential rooms, reserved for the three of them.
Bo Zhanye occasionally came to stay here. He carried Lan Xixi into the bathroom and put her on the soft couch. He wanted to let her take a hot bath, but looking at the tears on her delicate face, he felt helpless.
, walked to the bathtub, turned on the hot water, and filled the water for her.
After that, I found clean towels and bathrobes and put them aside.
When everything was done, he picked her up and gently put her into the water:
"Just soak for a while and don't think too much."
Gentle sounds, warm water, like the winter sun surround Lanxi Creek.
She felt a trace of warmth, but her voice was still uneasy: "Don't leave..."
Normally, she would just shyly and angrily ask him to stay away from her. At this moment, she is like a wounded rabbit, relying on him, pitiful and pathetic.