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At this moment, Bo Muyan let go of his hand suddenly, and pushed Su Qianqian away, "Go, I can't help but hurt you!"

Luo Xiu's fist touched Bo Muyan's arm and stopped, and at the same time he was also shocked.

It was the first time that Bo Shao managed to control himself when he had an attack.

He treats young mistress really differently.

Su Qianqian was let go, and couldn't even breathe slowly, so she quickly took out the sachet she had been clutching in her hand and put it in front of Bo Muyan's nose.

Bo Muyan opened the sachet and roared suppressedly, "I let you go, do you hear me?"

"I won't go. I won't go until you stop hurting yourself!" Su Qianqian picked up the sachet and said to him firmly, "Listen to me, take a deep breath!"

Bao Muyan glared at her, the fury erupting from his eyes hit like a flood breaking a bank.

He wanted to destroy everything in front of him, including himself.

However, a sudden lily dangled in front of him, and he wanted to see it.

So he looked at it carefully.

The lavender sachet is light and soft in texture, with snow-white petals and pale yellow stamens, delicate stitches, and carefully embroidered.

This is the sachet that Su Qianqian sewed overnight. At that time, he thought it should be for her ex-boyfriend.

"Is this sachet specially made for me?" Bo Muyan's voice was filled with anticipation.

"I specially added a little jasmine fragrance. Do you feel that the fragrance is lighter than last time?"

He asked about the sachet containing spices, but she answered the spices inside.

How could Su Qianqian have thought that a big man like Bo Muyan would pay attention to a little lily?
It was all her little thoughts, maybe she didn't even figure it out herself.

But her answer made the man's expression shocked, "Little jasmine? The few little jasmine flowers from last time were also put in this fragrance?"

Su Qianqian nodded, "Your sleep disorder is very serious. I made a bold attempt based on your characteristics, so don't rush, experience it slowly, and tell me the most true feelings!"

It turned out that she went to pick jasmine flowers in the back mountain in the rain to spice him up, and she specially sewed such an elegant sachet for him, and embroidered it until late at night.

Hearing a "crash", Bo Muyan suddenly let go of the hand holding the shards of glass, and pulled the woman in front of him into his arms.

"Ah!" Su Qianqian was startled.

He directly pressed her on the sofa, resting his head on her arm, "This smell is very special, I want to test it out!"

Su Qianqian's cheeks became hot, this man was too careless, Luo Xiu was still there.

There was a sweet fragrance in the air, and Bo Muyan lay quietly in Su Qianqian's arms, whispering as if no one else was there, "It's a little comfortable!"

Seeing this situation, Luo Xiu, who was still standing aside in a daze, finally came to his senses, turned around and backed out immediately.

Qiao Keman, who was still in shock outside the door, saw him and asked quickly, "Assistant Luo, Mr. Bo..."

"He's all right."

Until now, Luo Xiu still didn't believe what he saw just now.

When Bo Shao was in a fit, he would hit anyone he saw, and no one would persuade him, but he was willing to listen to her if he didn't hit Su Qianqian.

And the young lady's rank is high!
Qiao Keman asked again unwillingly, "Then... where's Secretary Su?"

"Inside." Luo Xiu replied lightly.

Qiao Keman couldn't help but be terrified when he heard this.

Young Master Bo left Su Qianqian behind, if they talked about what happened that night, she would reveal her truth.

Thinking of this, she was so nervous that she almost suffocated.

At this moment, Luo Xiu regained his composure slightly, and said to Qiao Keman, "Don't say anything about today's matter!"

Qiao Keman noticed the seriousness in his expression and nodded quickly, "I understand, Assistant Luo."

"Go back first!"

Luo Xiu said this to Qiao Keman, but at the same time he got up and walked out.

Qiao Keman couldn't stay any longer, glanced in the direction of the door, turned and left.

On the other side of the door, Bo Muyan slightly closed his eyes, lay on the sofa, and asked the woman who was close to him, "How are your hands?"

"Ma!" Su Qianqian squeezed out a word from her lips.

Bo Muyan bowed and asked Su Qianqian to pull out her arm.

He just wanted to massage her to invigorate the blood, but found that his hands were covered with blood.

"Don't move!" Su Qianqian took the small pillow on the sofa, put it under his head, adjusted the position of the sachet, and took out the medicine box, "I will treat the wound for you!"

Bo Muyan watched the woman in front of him walking back and forth, but he didn't feel much repulsion.

On the contrary, he thought that the way she gave orders was quite interesting.

Holding the tweezers, Su Qianqian carefully cleaned off the glass shards remaining in his palm, and then disinfected the wound with iodine.

During the process, she looked at Bo Muyan from time to time.

The man's eyes were slightly closed, and he was lying on the sofa with his brows slightly furrowed.

Su Qianqian knew that he was in pain, but there was nothing he could do about it. When dealing with wounds, pain was unavoidable.

Of course, he felt pain, indicating that his emotions gradually calmed down.

Because when his illness broke out, he just hurt himself blindly, without experiencing pain or feeling.

"All right."

Su Qianqian put the gauze-wrapped hands back to his side, ready to organize the medicine box.

Bo Muyan put the small lavender sachet on his fingertips, a rare tenderness flashed across his black eyes, "Does this fragrance have a name?"

Su Qianqian thought for a while, "The king medicine of this fragrance is lavender, and the minister medicine is little jasmine, let's call her 'lavender jasmine'!"