High-profile spoiled marriage: Mr. Bo can't

Sheng Mingzhu stood by the door holding the doorknob, pursed her lips and watched He Jingchuan with a somewhat strange expression.

She could hear the other person's breathing in this quiet room, which gradually became more rapid, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of uneasiness in her heart.

"He Jingchuan, what's the matter with you, talk!"

She seemed to have encountered such a scene before, and it was also in a confined space, and it was He Jingchuan who was breathing so disorderly that he couldn't find his way.

Sheng Mingzhu felt that she had to tolerate the other party's unreasonable troubles again and again, but it didn't make this man feel any remorse at all.

With some difficulty, He Jingchuan stretched out his hand, picked up the bottle of [-] Boston red wine on the table, gritted his teeth and suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and looked at the label on it.

He didn't expect that he, who has always been keen and vigilant, would be so negligent and fall into such a dirty trick that couldn't be put on the table.

"...someone drugged my wine," he tried his best to calm down his trembling voice, and explained to Sheng Mingzhu word by word, "I didn't expect it to become like this... "

However, after hearing his explanation, Sheng Mingzhu didn't feel relieved, instead she found it extremely ridiculous.

The trust she had in He Jingchuan in her heart had completely collapsed because of the other party's repeated efforts to make things difficult for Bo Sicheng, and it was even more impossible to choose to believe that the generals of the Prosperous Empire would make such a mistake.

"Don't you think it's funny to come up with such an excuse?"

Sheng Mingzhu lowered her head in disappointment and smiled faintly, feeling that He Jingchuan's actions seemed to be challenging her limits.

"...I didn't lie to you, I really don't know who put the medicine in the wine."

When He Jingchuan saw the suspicious expression on her face, he was heartbroken too. They once trusted each other and fought together on the battlefield, so how could they imagine that there would be such a day in the future when they would be questioned and guessed by the other party.

He let out a deep sigh from his throat, stood up on the chair, and staggered all the way into the bathroom.

He had sworn a long time ago that he would never do anything to hurt Sheng Mingzhu again, not to mention that he had done such a foolish thing once and would not do it again.

He Jingchuan turned on the shower above his head, and let the cold water pour down from it, drenching himself completely, and he didn't want to get close to Sheng Mingzhu and do something that he would regret for the rest of his life.

Sheng Mingzhu looked at the other party sitting on the floor tiles in the bathroom, his body was soaked in cold water, and his mood became complicated.

She even began to wonder if she had misunderstood He Jingchuan. After all, although the other party was ruthless on the battlefield, he never overstepped when facing her. confused.

People are not perfect and always make mistakes. Even Sheng Mingzhu herself does not make every choice and decision correct enough to be blameless.

Although she hated He Jingchuan's idea of ​​wantonly invading other countries' territories to plunder resources, and his obsession with being loyal to the prosperous empire without any sense of right and wrong.

But deep down in her heart, she still hoped that this man, who had grown up with her and followed her through life and death on the battlefield, could change his mind and realize his problem.

"...I know you hate me."

The medicine that Zhang Yufang secretly poured into the red wine had an extremely strong effect, making He Jingchuan's breathing more and more rapid: "From the time I planned to obey the emperor's order, I knew that one day I would attack this planet. Standing in the opposite position becomes the enemy."

This is something that He Jingchuan has no way to make a choice. The word loyalty is even more important than life to him.

He deeply admires Sheng Mingzhu, and is eager to convey this precious heart to the other party, but the relationship between them is no longer as simple as being able to talk about love.

This is mixed with planets and planets, the interests and honors between countries, and He Jingchuan's noble dignity as a native of the prosperous empire.

"You go, Pearl."

It was extremely difficult for He Jingchuan to control his wavering will, and he was afraid that he would do something to Sheng Mingzhu that he would regret for the rest of his life under the strong force of the medicine.

He gripped the shower in the bathroom so hard, his fingers were so hard that the sharp place cut his palm, and two drops of blood dripped down, but he still didn't feel it and lowered his head and said: "I don't want to hurt you, whether you want it or not Believe me, I still want to tell you that it is really not my intention that things will develop to this point."

Sheng Mingzhu looked at his body that was hot and red due to the medicine, big drops of sweat ran down the other party's forehead and fell into the collar, and a large area was wet. She knew in her heart that the other party's condition was really not good wonderful.

She is an in-depth medical researcher, and she is naturally very aware of how harmful this drug is to the human body, especially if she insists on not letting it go, it will only double the torture of his body and heart.

It would be fine if she had healing equipment at hand, but she was locked in the room of this high-end hotel, and there was only a bottle of Boston red wine mixed with medicine in the room.

Sheng Mingzhu was frowning and thinking about what to do when she heard rustling noises from the door of the room, as if someone was prying the lock.

Subconsciously, she thought it was the maintenance worker who had just called through the hotel's internal phone, and a glimmer of hope suddenly lit up in her heart, holding her breath and patiently waiting for the locked door to be opened.

Sheng Mingzhu stood by the door holding her hands tightly and waited for two or three minutes. Finally, she heard a crisp click sound as she wished, and the person outside reached out and twisted the doorknob to open the door.

Before the joy in her heart could be fully displayed on her face, she was stunned in place by the sudden rush of people.

More than a dozen journalists from the news media and paparazzi from gossip magazines came out of nowhere and rushed in without saying hello, taking pictures of Sheng Mingzhu and the flushed He Jingchuan in the bathroom with their cameras.

The lone man and widow living together in the same room, coupled with He Jingchuan, who was obviously in a wrong state, was enough for those reporters who caught something and just scribbled it to make a big report.

In this way, things developed beyond Sheng Mingzhu's expectations. Once the tabloid news was published, it immediately fermented like crazy.