The reborn wife is so good at flirting, Mr. Bo spoils her at his own risk

After Chen Zhao said this, he glared at Chen Peipei angrily. He looked a little embarrassed with the plaster still hanging on his left arm and the gauze hanging around his neck.

Jingran had just woken up, and her brain was a little slow to react. When she finally saw the two people in front of her clearly, she struggled to sit down, but was pushed back to the hospital bed by Bo Zhanchen beside her.

"Don't worry, he's back." The man's voice was low and hoarse, and his deep eyes were already bloodshot.

Jingran pointed to the oxygen mask on her face and wanted to ask questions, but Bo Zhanchen explained from the side: "You are not in a good condition now. We will wait for the doctor to do a physical examination later before deciding on the subsequent treatment plan. Xiaoqiu is also back safely." ”

Jingran breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. She looked at Chen Peipei beside her with remorseful eyes, but she wiped her tears and stood up from the bed.

"Now that Sister Jingran is awake, I'm relieved. Xiaoqiu and I are both fine. You can rest in peace and recuperate. You don't have to worry about the company."

The other three people in the house said nothing about what happened behind the villa, and tacitly avoided any switches that might trigger Jingran's hidden memories.

It wasn't until Chen Peipei left and Jingran finished her examination that she finally remembered that she had overlooked the details.

That night, Jingran grabbed Bo Zhanchen, who was looking for an excuse to continue brushing the matter over.

"Bo Zhanchen, what happened in the villa area? Even if you don't tell me now, I can check it out myself when I'm discharged from the hospital. It's just a process. What can't be said?"

Jingran's voice was sickly. She grabbed the hand of Bo Zhanchen's clothes but refused to let go despite saying anything.

Unable to escape, Bo Zhanchen could only lean on the bedside and asked Jingran in a low voice with a complex expression: "You also said that it's just a process. Is it really that important? Didn't you also see the result?"

"These are two different things. Don't confuse the concepts." Jingran's attitude was resolute, as if she didn't know the truth and would never give up.

Even as she was talking, Jingran had already made a show of lifting up the quilt.

"If you don't tell me, I will check it myself. Where is my phone?"

Jingran groped for her phone, but Bo Zhanchen grabbed her wrist.

The man's expression was solemn, his eyes were filled with pain, and his frown was filled with self-blame.

"That villa area was deliberately renovated by thoughtful people. Underground passages were established under each villa to imprison, confine and control the victims. When the relevant departments arrived, many corpses had been cleared out, and the two of them were involved. The girl who was with her had her legs amputated and her kidneys removed. She is still in the intensive care unit.”

"This...how is this possible?" Jingran's face suddenly turned pale. With trembling fingertips, she grabbed Bo Zhanchen's arm, "Then Peipei..."

"They didn't know about this. There were no lights in the basement where they were held. They were blindfolded before they came out. They didn't see the scene. The relevant departments are strictly prohibited from leaking any more details."

Bo Zhanchen briefly and comprehensively described what happened, then stood up and hugged Jingran in his arms, "Fortunately, it's not you who went this time..."

Jingran buried her whole face in Bo Zhanchen's arms, her eyes suddenly turned red, "Then why did I faint suddenly? When I was discharged from the hospital last time, didn't the doctor say everything was fine?"

"You fainted because of your body's self-protection mechanism. After all, that place is not clean. Don't think too much about it." Bo Zhanchen kissed Jingran hard on the top of his head and lay back on the hospital bed without any explanation.

"Now that you know the result, the case is still under investigation, can't you sleep well now?"

Jingran didn't say anything anymore. She instinctively shrank into the man's arms and hugged his waist tightly, but she still felt a little uneasy.

Fortunately, she finally fell asleep. When she was half asleep, Jingran felt something grabbing her trousers. She subconsciously looked under the quilt, only to find that it was a child's hand...

"help me……"

The sudden scene made Jingran scream. She opened her eyes suddenly and her breathing became more rapid.

The bedside lamp was quickly turned on, and the man's warm palm was placed on the back of her heart, patting her gently to comfort her: "It's a nightmare again. It's okay. Don't be afraid that I'm here..."

The man's delicate kisses fell on her shoulders, and Jingran was hugged by Bo Zhanchen. He comforted Jingran like a child, and her heart almost broke.

"That's just a dream, don't be afraid..."

Although Jingran fell into a coma during this period, she often had nightmare reactions and often shouted, but she seemed to be immersed in a nightmare world and could not wake up at all.

Bo Zhanchen stayed with Jingran in the ward for as long as Jingran slept. These days, he could count the rest hours on one hand.

Jingran leaned on the man's shoulder, breathing heavily, holding the clothes on Bo Zhanchen's back tightly with both hands, and murmuring in a low voice.

"Bo Zhanchen, I just saw a child and he asked me to save him..."

"That's just a dream..."

"That was not a dream." Jingran's voice suddenly became firm.

She rested her forehead on Bo Zhanchen's shoulder, "When I woke up today, I was thinking, have I forgotten something? I always feel that I have experienced everything in the dream, but I can't remember it. Bo Zhanchen, did something happen to me when I was a child? "

Bo Zhanchen suddenly fell silent, holding Jingran's arm tighter than before, "Don't think so wildly."

Jingran smiled bitterly and rubbed her head against the man's neck, "That's right. It's getting late. Go to sleep."

For the next few hours, Jingran lay motionless in Bo Zhanchen's arms, thinking about the details she had overlooked in the whole thing.

Ever since a thunderstorm broke out in her old house last time, which triggered her stress reaction, every subsequent headache seemed to be more or less related to similar things.

Jingran couldn't help but suspect that her symptoms were related to what she had experienced in her dream.

In the dream, she was still a child, imprisoned in a place where she could not see her fingers, surrounded by the pungent smell of blood, and the sound of children crying and screaming...

From time to time, some children would be dragged away from her, and the disobedient children would be beaten with bruises all over their bodies. Some would cry and grab the people around them, trying to get some help.

But how strong can a child be?

From time to time, the faces of these children are replaced by those of Bo Zhanchen as a child.

Jingran recalled all this over and over in her mind, curled up into a ball, and hid in Bo Zhanchen's arms.

It wasn't until dawn the next day that Jingran opened her eyes, looked at Bo Zhanchen's profile, and touched his face with her fingertips.

"Bo Zhanchen, if I didn't see it as well as you do, would you still stay by my side without hesitation?"