The rich and expensive wife: Ji Shao, borrow a kiss

What was going on on the screen? Bo Qing didn't pay attention at all, but her eyes were light and her spirit was still as tense as ever.

She always felt that his outbreak was too easy this time. Although she was almost strangled to death, he was really too easy this time!

Is it in remission?

Or the prelude to the storm?

Bo Qing felt uneasy in her heart, not daring to relax in the slightest.

It wasn't until the lights in the dimly lit auditorium came on suddenly, and the ending song appeared on the screen, that Bo Qing came back to her senses.

"Let's go!"

His indifferent voice sounded in his ears, and Bo Qing followed him to get up, noticing the unconcealable anger in his tone, and being careful with every step.

On the way back in the car, Bo Qing didn't dare to act rashly, but obediently lay in his arms according to his wishes, her spirit tensed to the extreme.

It seemed that there was a dangerous smell all around, making her extremely uncomfortable, like a kitten in danger that was about to explode.

"Have a good rest!"

Unexpectedly, Ji Hanying didn't make any drastic moves until the evening. Bo Qing had endured for a whole day, exhausted already, and finally fell asleep.

In the dream, she didn't sleep peacefully, and it was always the same as when she just woke up.

In that dark basement, the gleaming dagger cut the man's face one by one, bloody and bone-strewn.

And he was hugging her from behind, holding her little hand in those big cold hands, and in her hand was the glaring dagger.

He held her hand, and every time he cut, he was holding her trembling fingers, slowly tearing off the cut flesh.

"Little cat, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, if you go on like this, no one will dare to bully you again, my little cat!"

"If they bully you, I will let them return it to you a hundred times and a thousand times, kitty..."

Those sinister words echoed in my ears word by word.

Bo Qingmeng woke up from the nightmare, sweating all over his head, and shivering uncontrollably.

Raising her hand, she looked at her plain hand against the dim yellow light. The light shone on her fingers as if they were transparent, a pale white.

Suddenly, she sneered coldly, heh!

Suddenly a carp sat up straight, ran towards the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and rubbed his fingers vigorously until the fingertips turned red, until the skin was almost rubbed off, Bao Qing's face still couldn't help being terrified.

That bloody sticky touch can't be washed off, nothing can be washed off!

Her pupils dilated suddenly, she raised her head and stared blankly at the pale-faced and sweaty man in the mirror, Bao Qing stood where she was, lost in a daze.

She remembered, she remembered that the person whose face was cut by her was none other than the culprit of the explosion in the basement that day!

The man who almost killed her!

In the basement, since she woke up, Ji Hanying took her with her, and cut off the flesh of that man's face piece by piece!

In the end, all he had left was blood, covered in blood, and...

Bare eyeballs!

Taking two deep breaths, Bo Qing slowly calmed down, her eyes gradually cleared up, and a trace of sarcasm flashed in her eyes.

If he is sick, why isn't she?

At that time, feeling bloody, she had no fear, no timidity, and even... didn't feel anything, just...

In the study room, Ji Hanying was sitting on the sofa at the moment, looking at Ruobai opposite.

After extinguishing the cigarette butt, it took a while before he said, "Speak!"