He spent eighteen years in a wheelchair when he was eight years old when he injured both legs in a car accident

Chapter 1: Reincarnated Gods

　　When the bell rings at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the reincarnated god will descend and guard the side of the flower god.

　　Outside the door of Tongxi City Mental Hospital.

　　The warm morning sun sprinkles the earth.

　　Yan Yimo was dressed in a knee-length floral dress, with a small pink flower pinned next to the broken hair of her ears, carrying a small basket, and Waiting Quietly.

　　Not long after, several doctors in white coats came from afar.

　　Yan Yimo glanced at Ji Qianfei who was walking in the front.

　　Her eyes lit up and she called out softly, "Dr. Ji." ”

　　Everyone looked at her, and a colleague next to Ji Qianfei couldn't help but tease: "Qianfei, your flower god is waiting for you again." ”

　　Hearing this, Ji Qianfei looked cold and went straight to Ji He Hospital.

　　Yan Yimo thought he didn't see himself and rushed to catch up.

　　"Dr. Ji, breakfast." She said shyly, and handed the basket in her hand to Ji Qianfei.

　　Without waiting for him to refuse, he turned around and quickly returned to the hospital where he was.

　　When the male colleague lifted the lid, he saw that it was filled with all kinds of exquisite breakfasts.

　　He casually grabbed a piece of spring roll and threw it into his mouth, and his eyes lit up: "Not to mention, this flower god sister is not only beautiful, but also very good at craftsmanship." ”

　　Because of his praise, several other colleagues also rushed to get early.

　　They had become accustomed to the fact that since Dr. Ji came to the hospital, the patients in the psychiatric hospital next door who claimed to be the god of flowers would come every morning to deliver breakfast, rain or shine.

　　"Doctor Ji, you just started from YiMu, I see that she doesn't seem to have any other spiritual problems except to regard herself as a flower god and a reincarnated god."

　　"Yeah, I heard that she used to be the little princess of the Yan Group!"

　　“……”

　　Ji Qianfei listened to these words, and turned away with a cold face.

　　……

　　On the other side, Yan Yimu was in the courtyard, watering the flowers and plants.

　　The female nurse who was looking at everything in the morning walked over, and her voice was yin and yang: "Doctor Ji is the first surgeon of Jihe Hospital, do you think that a mental illness like you, people will look up to you?" ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo stopped moving.

　　She turned to look at the nurse, and her eyebrows did not see the slightest hint of sadness: "Dr. Ji is my reincarnated god, and my grandmother told me that the reincarnated god will always guard me." ”

　　She paused for a few seconds and then said, "Also, I'm not mentally ill, I'm a flower god, and I've come to the human world to experience disasters." ”

　　After saying that, she put down the watering kettle and left step by step.

　　The nurse looked at the unhurried back, and a pair of eyes stared at the boss: "It's really neurotic!" ”

　　Yan Yimo came to the hospital hall, it was now nine o'clock in the morning, it was time to listen to music.

　　The patients, dressed in hospital gowns, sat obediently listening to music.

　　The nurse saw Yan Yimo coming and hurriedly walked towards her: "Yimo, your family has come to see you." ”

　　Reception room.

　　Yan Yimo's aunt, Yang Wenjun, sat delicately on the sofa and handed her a contract.

　　"If you don't want to suffer here, sign it, marry Bo Shao, and you can become a complete woman in this life." 」

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo stepped forward and looked down to see that the words "marriage agreement" were written on the contract.

　　She did not answer, but looked at Yang Wenjun and said, "Aunt, I have found my reincarnated god, and he will marry me." ”

　　Yang Wenjun also knew that Yan Yimo had conjecture, and she stood up slightly.

　　Then he walked over to Yan Yimo, "Really? Where is he? ”

　　"He is in Jihe Hospital, and his name is Ji Qianfei."

　　Hearing this name, Yang Wenjun was stunned, but quickly reacted.

　　The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she said in one word: "Qianfei is not your reincarnated god, he is the fiancé of our family Siyan!" ”

　　Chapter II: Fiancée

　　One day you will meet a person as beautiful as a rainbow, and that person is your reincarnated god.

　　After Yang Wenjun left, there was still a song in the hospital hall.

　　“...... Fairy tales say that there will be a rainbow after the rain, but they never say that it will also turn into nothing..."

　　Yan Yimo walked step by step to the outside of the courtyard, looked up at the sky, and the originally clear sky was covered by several thick dark clouds.

　　She retracted her gaze, and her gaze stopped at the door of Jihe Hospital opposite.

　　I don't know how long later, a few muffled thunder sounds, and the sky gradually drifts with drizzle.

　　The nurse saw Yan Yimo standing outside alone, with an umbrella, and stepped forward: "Yimu, it's raining, go back to the room." ”

　　Yan Yimo heard this, but shook his head: "I am waiting for someone, wait until he is over, will I go in again?" ”

　　The nurse listened to her gentle voice and couldn't help but think of what the dean had said before, this patient did not have any aggression, and was the only qianjin of the Yan Group, and there was no need to restrict her behavior.

　　"Okay." The nurse tucked the umbrella into her hand and turned and went into the hall.

　　Yan Yimu took an umbrella and stood alone in the rain.

　　The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it fell on the surface of the umbrella to make a "snapping" sound.

　　The oncoming wind rolled cold rain on her, and after a while, the corners of the skirt began to drip.

　　Finally, when the people at Jihe Hospital got off work and waited for a long time, a familiar figure finally appeared at the entrance of the hospital.

　　Yan Yimu was covered in water and ran towards Ji Qianfei: "Doctor Ji." ”

　　As soon as Ji Qianfei walked out of the hospital, he saw that the skirt on Yan Yimu's body was already soaked, his cold face was pale, and his whole body was trembling.

　　"Something?" His voice was lukewarm or lukewarm.

　　Yan Yi's frozen purple lips slightly opened: "May I ask, do you have a fiancée?" ”

　　Hearing this, Ji Qianfei was stunned for a moment, facing her warm eyes, word by word: "This has nothing to do with you." ”

　　At this time, Yan Yimo raised his hand and carefully grabbed the corner of his clothes, looking at him, the original gentle voice was a little hoarse: "Doctor Ji, I am the god of flowers, you are my reincarnated god, Grandma said, when the midnight bell rings, you will appear and guard me." ”

　　When the words fell, she took a deep breath and said, "Can you marry me?" ”

　　Ji Qianfei heard this and froze in place, did not expect that she was so ill, and suddenly felt that he should not communicate with her as a normal person.

　　His eyes were cold, and he gently ripped open her hand: "I'm going home, you go back quickly." ”

　　Yan Yimo's hand fell, and she looked at Ji Qianfei expectantly: "Can I go home with you?" ”

　　Ji Qianfei watched her stubbornly standing next to her, and saw the eyes of many colleagues who stayed, so he had to reach out and take her and take her into the mental hospital together.

　　Along the way, Yan Yimo watched Ji Qianfei hold his hand and walk in front, the back shadow was straight and had a sense of ji quan. ，

　　She thought Grandma was right, he was really her own god.

　　Ji Qianfei asked the nurse all the way to Yan Yimo's room, and then said to her: "It's dark, the fairies should also rest, you take the medicine and go to bed early." ”

　　Yan Yimo looked at him and said softly, "Dr. Ji, I am not sick, I don't need to take medicine, you should go back early." ”

　　Ji Qianfei was stunned for a moment, turned back to God, and turned away without saying anything.

　　It wasn't until the slender figure disappeared that Yan Yimo entered the room, and she looked at the pills on the table and tightened them into the box as usual.

　　Then she changed into clean clothes and lay down on the bed to sleep.

　　Next.

　　Yan Yimu changed into a light purple floral skirt, and after freshening up, she went to wait for Ji Qianfei as usual.

　　Originally, at seven o'clock the season would pass by the door, but today an hour has passed, two hours have passed...

　　She didn't see him until ten o'clock.

　　At this moment, a black Maybach drove up and stopped in front of her.

　　The doors open.

　　A grim-faced man got out of the car in a wheelchair.

　　His dove eyes narrowed at Yan Yimo, and his voice was cold: "You're that idiot, aren't you?" ”

　　Chapter Three: I Am the Flower God

　　The fallen leaves were swept up by the breeze and also blew the corners of Yan Yimu's skirt.

　　She looked at the strange man in front of her and said word by word: "I am not a fool, I am a flower god." ”

　　When the words fell, Yan Yimo asked again, "Who are you?" ”

　　"Bo Sichen, the one who wants to marry you." Bo Sichen's cold eyes looked at her.

　　Yan Yimo's hand was behind his back, leaning over to see that he had been sitting on the chair, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why don't you stand up and talk to me?" ”

　　There was a moment of silence all around, and Bo Sichen looked at her without speaking.

　　The bodyguards on the side were all mentioning the throat eyes at this moment.

　　At this time, Yan Yimo sat on the bench next to Bo Sichen: "Then I will sit and talk to you." ”

　　Bo Sichen smiled.

　　The bodyguards saw him laughing, knew that he was really angry, and stood in danger one by one.

　　Bo Sichen raised his hand and asked them to go down first.

　　Then, he looked at Yan Yimo: "What are you doing?" ”

　　Yan Yimo looked into the distance, his eyes gentle: "I am waiting for my god." ”

　　god?

　　Bo Sichen said sarcastically, "Where is your god?" ”

　　Yan Yimo looked at the door of Jihe Hospital: "He is treating patients and saving people, I am here waiting for him to leave work, and then he will come to pick me up." ”

　　Bo Sichen followed her gaze, and the entrance to the hospital was full of people.

　　In the sun, the two sat outside, one stupid, one crippled.

　　Not long after, Bo Sichen ordered his bodyguards to take him away.

　　The golden warm sun fell unconsciously, and Yan Yimo was still sitting on the bench, but he didn't see Ji Qianfei.

　　Until the other doctors came out from work, Yan Yimo couldn't help but walk towards them.

　　"Hello, isn't Dr. Ji out of work yet?"

　　Hearing this, a male colleague was astonished: "Don't you know? Qianfei was transferred to Jihe Second Hospital this morning. ”

　　"Where is Ji he and the second hospital?" Yan Yimo asked busily.

　　The colleague pointed in a direction: "Two or three kilometers from here." ”

　　After Yan Yimo thanked him, he hurried over to the direction he was pointing.

　　Colleagues looked at her back and couldn't help but pity.

　　"What a beautiful girl, how can you have mental problems?"

　　Yan Yimo did not know the road, walked around for more than an hour, and asked the passers-by to find the location of the Second Hospital.

　　It was already dark and the lights were still on in the hospital.

　　She walked in, went to the front desk nurse station and asked, "Hello, is Dr. Ji Qianfei here?" ”

　　The nurse heard the words and prepared to register her: "Dr. Ji is still doing surgery, who are you, is there anything wrong with him?" ”

　　"I'm her fairy, and he said he would guard me." Yan said warmly.

　　The nurse looked up at her in disbelief, thinking she was Ji Qianfei's girlfriend, and hurriedly took her to the family waiting area.

　　"You wait here, and I'll tell Dr. Ji after the operation is over."

　　Yan Yimu nodded and watched the nurse leave.

　　Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

　　It was nearly late at night, and the whole hospital was slowly quiet.

　　Ji Qianfei came out of the operating room, and before he could change out of his surgical gown, the nurse hurried over: "Dr. Ji, your girlfriend has come to find you, she is so beautiful." ”

　　Hearing this, Ji Qianfei's footsteps stagnated.

　　His girlfriend?

　　After changing out of the surgical gown, Ji Qianfei went to the family waiting area and saw Yan Yimu lying asleep on the table.

　　Yan Yimo slept lightly, and immediately woke up after hearing the footsteps, and when he saw that he was coming, he suddenly showed a smile: "Qianfei." ”

　　Ji Qianfei frowned slightly and walked out.

　　Seeing the situation, Yan Yimo hurried up to keep up.

　　Along the way, Ji Qianfei's pace was very fast, and Yan Yimo couldn't help but ask after him: "Qianfei, when are we going to get married?" ”

　　Ji Qianfei suddenly stopped and turned to look at her: "Immortals cannot become relatives." ”

　　Chapter Four: Let the Fish Grow Wings

　　Late at night in Tongxi City, under the huge bell tower, the ancient bells rang.

　　"Bang ——!"

　　The bell rings at twelve o'clock.

　　Yan Yimo looked deeply at Ji Qianfei, and then looked at the bell tower not far away, and murmured, "But the reincarnated god was born to protect the flower god, if we don't get married, how can you protect me?" ”

　　Hearing this, Ji Qianfei asked, "How can you be sure that I am your god?" ”

　　Yan Yimo smiled softly, and there seemed to be a sea of stars in his eyes.

　　"Because you have light in you, I knew you were a god when I first saw you."

　　Looking at each other, Ji Qianfei looked into those clear eyes and couldn't say anything to refute them.

　　At this moment, Yan Yimo suddenly tiptoed up, and a dragonfly-like kiss passed through the corner of his lips.

　　Her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly reddened: "Dr. Ji, thank you for guarding me, and I will also guard you." ”

　　Ji Qianfei's whole body was frozen in place, and there seemed to be a terrifying wave in his eyes.

　　Suddenly, a sweet voice pierced through this piece of Yan Jing like a needle.

　　"Pouring."

　　Yan Yimo looked over and saw that her cousin Meng Siyan, who was dressed in a high-end dress, walked gracefully on her high heels and held Ji Qianfei's arm intimately.

　　"Tian fei, I heard the nurse say that you work overtime to do the operation, and I will come to pick you up privately."

　　After saying that, she seemed to have just seen Yan Yimo, and her face was surprised.

　　"Sister Emmo, why are you here?"

　　Yan Yimu's gaze fell on her hand holding Ji Qianfei, and her eyes were somehow a little astringent.

　　She did not answer Meng Siyan, but looked at Ji Qianfei and asked again: "Dr. Ji, when are we going to get married?" ”

　　But in the end, she did not wait for him to answer, but was taken back to the Yan family by Meng Siyan.

　　Lin Wan Villa.

　　Yang Wenjun was arranging flowers, she glanced at Yan Yimu in the living room, picked up the small scissors, "clicked", and a kirisame flower fell to the ground.

　　"The Bo family has retired from marriage, do you know?"

　　Her tone was calm, but between words, another flower was ruthlessly cut.

　　Yan Yimo looked at the flowers on the ground and replied, "Every flower has life." ”

　　Yang Wenjun's eyes were frozen, and he walked over and slapped her face with a raised hand.

　　"You're something!" Do you also want to marry Ji Qianfei? ”

　　Yan Yimu's cheeks were burning with pain, and she looked up at the mother and daughter in front of her: "I will not bother with mortals." ”

　　Yang Wenjun heard the words, smiled gently, and gently touched her eyes: "These eyes are really obstructive!" ”

　　As the words fell, she pressed down Yan Yimo's eyelids.

　　Yan Yimu stepped back in pain.

　　Yang Wenjun no longer paid attention to her, but said to Meng Siyan on the side: "Tomorrow directly send her to the Bo family." ”

　　With that, she took an arrogant step upstairs.

　　At this time, Meng Siyan turned around and looked at Yan Yimo: "It's me." ”

　　She raised her hand and slapped it on the other side of Yan Yimo's face.

　　After the fight, Meng Siyan smiled and said, "I know you won't bother with mortals." ”

　　When the words fell, she withdrew her hand and left.

　　There was only Yan Yimu left in the large living room, and she endured the pain on her face, and walked step by step to the cut orange stalk flowers, picked them up and held them in her arms, and her voice was very soft.

　　"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you."

　　Yan Yimo hugged the flower and looked out the window at the inky night.

　　"Tianfei, when are you going to pick me up?"

　　She was responded only to the "clucking" of the wind blowing the leaves.

　　The next day, it was just getting dark.

　　Yan Yimo was forcibly taken to the Bo family.

　　In the huge backyard.

　　Bo Sichen was sitting by the lake feeding the fish, and he saw that Yan Yimu was sent, and his eyes fell on the koi at the bottom of the lake.

　　"Aren't you a flower god?" Then let them grow wings. ”

　　He looked up and said again under Yan Yimu's doubtful gaze.

　　"Otherwise, you'll go down!"

　　Chapter Five: You Are Not Happy

　　Inside the courtyard, there was silence.

　　Yan Yimo walked step by step to Bo Sichen.

　　She held out her index finger, and the tip of her finger landed on the center of his brow.

　　"You're not happy."

　　Bo Sichen's eyes lit up, and he knocked off her hand and said to the bodyguard, "Let her roll!" ”

　　The bodyguard hurriedly invited Yan Yimo out of the Bo family.

　　Yan Yimo didn't care either, after she went out, she went all the way to the direction of Jihe Second Hospital.

　　The journey from Bo's house to the hospital was long, and by the time she got there, it was already noon.

　　The hospital was full of patients who were seeing patients.

　　Yan Yimo, dressed in a long floral dress, sat outside with a red face and waited for Ji Qianfei, which was extremely eye-catching.

　　Around a lot of watching the drama, mocking eyes.

　　"I knew her, as if she had run out of a mental hospital."

　　"Oh, what's going on with her face, it won't hurt, right?"

　　Yan Yimo heard these words and looked at those people.

　　"Don't worry, I'm the flower god and I won't hurt you."

　　When the crowd heard this, they immediately exploded the pot, and their eyes looked more like they had seen a ghost.

　　Yan Yimo looked at this scene, and without saying more, sat alone in the corner.

　　At this time, Ji Qianfei was walking towards this side with a group of interns, and Yan Yimo saw him and shouted busily: "Qianfei! ”

　　Ji Qianfei sniffed and looked at her.

　　For a moment, the strange eyes of the crowd also fell on him, with a little surprise and inquiry.

　　Ji Qianfei frowned and took a few steps towards Yan Yimo.

　　Pull her to nowhere and see a face with her fingerprints red.

　　"What's wrong with your face?"

　　Yan Yimo looked at Ji Qianfei as if he couldn't feel the pain on his face, and wen smiled back: "Because you are protecting me in the dark, I don't hurt." ”

　　Hearing this, Ji Qianfei was inexplicably a little annoyed in his heart, and took her to get some anti-inflammatory cream.

　　"Remember, apply it morning and evening."

　　Yan Yimo took the ointment and felt very warm in his heart.

　　She stood where she was and did not leave, Ji Qianfei looked at her, and then looked at the interns hiding in the doorway eavesdropping, and the sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

　　"Obedient, go back to Tongxi Hospital, otherwise the doctors over there will be worried."

　　His voice was gentle, and Yan Yimu nodded obediently: "Good." ”

　　With that, she walked outside.

　　Ji Qianfei looked at her departing back and was inexplicably relieved.

　　The interns rushed in and were about to gossip when he interrupted with a furrowed brow: "When she comes later, you will say I am not there." ”

　　Outside the door, Yan Yimo thought about forgetting to thank Ji Qianfei, and when he returned here, he heard these words.

　　She clutched the medicine in her hand and left lonely.

　　Back at the Tongxi Mental Hospital, no one asked where Yan Yimo had gone.

　　It's just that they find out she's no longer watching Ji and the hospital.

　　The nurse who had laughed at Yan Yimo before saw her come back with a wound on her face, and she couldn't bear it: "Silly girl, where are the doctors who can see us here?" You better die early. ”

　　Yan Yimo heard the words, looked at her and smiled gently: "Thank you for your concern, you will have a good reward." ”

　　The nurse was stunned, and could only shake his head and sigh.

　　The days in the ward seemed to pass much faster than outside, and Yan Yimo accompanied the patients in singing, writing, and playing games, and the day passed quickly.

　　This night, she couldn't bear not to go to Ji Qianfei.

　　In the hospital, an old man dressed as a priest walked up to her: "Flower God, why don't you go looking for the reincarnated god?" ”

　　Yan Yimu's eyes darkened, "Because the Gods also need to rest, when he rests well, I will go to him." ”

　　As soon as the words fell, a woman who had always said that she was a fish swimming got up from the ground: "Flower God, I am in the sea, and I see that your god is going to marry a goblin." ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo was stunned, obviously not understanding.

　　The woman took her hand and took her to the hall, where the television on the wall was playing the news.

　　"Meng Siyan announced to the outside world that she was engaged to the first surgeon Ji Qianfei, and the two were said to have been engaged to dolls when they were young..."

　　Chapter Six: My God Is Not You

　　Yan Yimo looked at the news sheepishly and murmured, "Qianfei, didn't you say that immortals can't get married?" ”

　　Unconsciously, the season was quiet.

　　She didn't know that at this moment, Bo Sichen came behind her.

　　Yan Yimo looked directly at ji Qianfei's photo on the TV: "It turns out that my god is not you..."

　　Quarter and two hospitals.

　　It was late at night, and Ji Qianfei came out of the hospital, and there was no one outside.

　　Yan Yimo, who had been waiting for him to leave work, was not there.

　　He looked in the direction of the mental hospital, and couldn't help but stop, his thoughts drifting back to two years ago.

　　That day, I just returned to China and was preparing to go to Jihe Hospital, when I passed the mental hospital, I happened to meet Yan Yimo, who was bullied by patients, and he helped her.

　　For the next two years, Yan Yimo would stay at the hospital gate every day, bringing him breakfast in the morning and waiting for him to leave work in the evening.

　　Tonight, for the first time, she didn't come...

　　Ji Qianfei squeezed the lip line tightly, suppressed the inexplicable irritability in his heart, and left the hospital.

　　At seven o'clock in the morning, it was the time for the patients in the mental hospital to get up and wash up and listen to music, and it was also the time when Yan Yimo used to wait at the door for Ji Qianfei.

　　Today the breeze is gentle, the sun shines through the leaves, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.

　　Everything was fine, but Yan Yimo felt that his heart was empty.

　　She sat alone by the window, and a patient suddenly walked in: "Flower God, there are a lot of flowers outside, is it the magic you performed yesterday?" ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo glanced at a trace of doubt under his eyes.

　　She got up and walked out, and she saw the originally ordinary hospital front yard, which was now full of beautiful little flowers.

　　Purple, pink, golden... They are interspersed in a patch of green, like a delicate floral cloth.

　　In this vibrant color, Bo Sichen sat in a wheelchair next to him, reading a book.

　　He saw Yan Yimu come out and closed the book: "The reincarnated gods gave it to you." ”

　　Yan Yimo stepped on the stone paved road, looking at the flowers on the ground, and his eyes could not hide the joy.

　　Dressed in an apricot dress, with long hair and a shawl, she raised her hand and threw her temper into a dignified manner, and indeed looked like a fairy out of the ordinary.

　　Yan Yimo looked at Bo Sichen and asked incomprehensibly, "How do you know that he sent me?" ”

　　"I also know that tonight, he will see you at the clock tower." Bo Sichen returned.

　　Hearing this, the joy under Yan Yimu's eyes could no longer be hidden, and she looked at Bo Sichen, and the corners of her lips bent: "Really? ”

　　Bo Sichen did not say anything, and saw her turn and walk back to the room.

　　Then he said to the bodyguards.

　　"There was a play in the evening!"

　　Yan Yimo spent a day freshening up and dressing, and before it was dark, she stood in front of the ancient clock tower, waiting for her god.

　　Heavy clock, tick tick time pass by minute by minute.

　　Night is slowly approaching, and there are more and more people in the square in front of the clock tower.

　　Yan Yimo, dressed in a begonia-colored floral cheongsam, stood quietly in front of the bell tower, with long hair like ink, and a pair of bright eyes looking around.

　　Passers-by couldn't help but look at her a few more times when they saw her dress.

　　Not far away, inside a black low-key Maybach, Bo Sichen was sitting inside.

　　After another two hours, the dark sky began to rain, and it was eleven o'clock, and everyone around them was gone.

　　"Why haven't you come yet?" Yan Yimo stood in the rain and looked up at the ancient clock tower.

　　On the other hand, when Ji Qianfei came out of the hospital, it was almost twelve o'clock.

　　It's raining outside.

　　Looking around, he didn't see Yan Yimu, and his eyes darkened.

　　He hid his unclear emotions and went all the way out, but he heard passers-by talking: "It's raining so much, that stupid girl is still in front of the clock tower." ”

　　"Listening to her, it seems that she is waiting for some reincarnated god, where in this world is there a god..."

　　Ji Qianfei's footsteps stopped suddenly.

　　Through the rain curtain, he looked at the clock tower not far away, and a few seconds later, he walked over to the side with his long legs.

　　In front of the clock tower.

　　It was about to be twelve o'clock in front of him, Yan Yimo was covered in rain, listening to the sound of the bell "ticking" and "ticking" turning, and the light under his eyes slowly disappeared.

　　It was cold and my heart hurt.

　　In the darkness, Bo Sichen in the Maybach car looked at her like that.

　　"Stupid."

　　At the end of the conversation, he looked at the bodyguard in the front seat: "Are you all lined up?" ”

　　The bodyguard answered respectfully.

　　"Well, the lights will turn on on time when they arrive."

　　Soon, the hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock.

　　The bell rings.

　　Yan Yimo's eyes were full of loneliness and she was preparing to leave, but at this moment, the huge clock tower in front of her and the building lights behind it gradually lit up, and rows and rows of stars lit up the night...

　　Yan Yimo looked down at the light, and saw Ji Qianfei, dressed in a white coat, holding an umbrella and walking towards himself.

　　Chapter Seven: A Beam of Light

　　For a time, the sky above the clock tower was illuminated by this light.

　　Ji Qianfei was like a god and came to Yan Yimo's face.

　　Yan looked at him with tearful brows.

　　"I know you're coming."

　　Ji Qianfei held up the umbrella and looked down at the wet woman in front of her, and her throat tightened.

　　He looked deep, pulled her cold wrist, and led her to the car.

　　Not far away, The Maybacher's dark eyes were like cloth cold ice, and the temperature inside the car was low.

　　Inside the car.

　　Ji Qianfei turned on the heating, looked at a pale face in the rearview mirror, and lightly opened his thin lips: "Don't wait for me in the future, I am not a god." ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo's eyes fell outside the window: "Dr. Ji, do you remember the first time we met?" ”

　　Ji Qianfei had not yet answered, and she seemed to be caught in the memory.

　　"That was sixteen years ago, when Grandma was still there, and he pointed at you and told me that you would become my god and protect me forever."

　　When Ji Qianfei heard this, the hand holding the steering wheel tightened, and his eyes fell on Yan Yimo's body, and the emotions under his eyes were full of emotions that people couldn't understand.

　　He remembered that many years ago, his father took him to the Yan family once.

　　At that time, the father and the old lady of the Yan family made a pact, saying that they wanted to marry his granddaughter to him...

　　He had always thought that the old lady was talking about his granddaughter Meng Siyan, and his father had never said it explicitly.

　　For a time, Ji Qianfei's heart was full of mixed feelings.

　　He drove the car to the door of the mental hospital, and before Yan Yimo got out of the car, he suddenly said, "How did you get sent here?" ”

　　Yan Yimo was the only concubine of the Yan family, so how could such a noble status be thrown into a mental hospital.

　　The first time Yan Yimo heard him ask about herself, she smiled back.

　　"The flower god was supposed to live in heaven, but I'm living in the sky now, so it's the same everywhere."

　　She got out of the car and bowed to him again, "Dr. Ji, thank you for always guarding me growing up." ”

　　Ji Qianfei watched her back slowly disappear in front of her eyes, and a certain string in her heart seemed to be touched by something.

　　He drove home.

　　Quarterly house.

　　In the living room, Ji Father sat on the sofa smoking a cigarette, and when he saw people come back so late, he frowned: "Resign, no matter how many things the group has, it is not as busy as you are now." ”

　　Ji Qianfei heard this, and his eyes darkened: "The person who is engaged to me is Yan Yimo, right?" ”

　　Ji Father was stunned, and then pressed the cigarette.

　　"Once it was, but now the object you want to marry is Meng Siyan, and we will not have a mentally ill daughter-in-law in the Ji family."

　　Ji Qianfei's mind momentarily remembered Yan Yimo's daily waiting for his days...

　　Indeed, he would not marry her.

　　After a night of rain, Yan Yimu had a high fever the next day.

　　The room was very quiet, and she lay on the bed, muttering something in a confused way.

　　Bo Sichen, who was sitting in a wheelchair by the bed, looked at her and came closer to listen.

　　The corners of Yan Yimo's eyes were crystal clear, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand: "Don't worry, my god has returned to guard me..."

　　With his hands touching, Bo Sichen's bent body suddenly froze in place.

　　He frowned and broke the little hand that was gripping the ground tightly.

　　When he broke to the side, he suddenly heard Yan Yimo muttering, "You Ji Xin go..."

　　Yan Yimo said this, but the hand he held was tighter.

　　"Against your will."

　　Bo Sichen finished taunting, but silently withdrew his hand and let her grasp herself.

　　When Yan Yimo woke up, there was no one around.

　　She looked blankly at her hands, then at the antipyretics and wet towels on the bedside table, and looked out the window.

　　"Thank you, God."

　　In the afternoon, Yan Yimo recovered his spirits and made a lot of small pastries, past Ji and the Second Hospital.

　　But as soon as I arrived outside Ji Qianfei's office, I saw Meng Siyan gently handing out invitations to the medical staff inside.

　　"I'm going to have an engagement party tomorrow night, and you're welcome to attend."

　　Chapter VIII Engagement

　　The summer wind blows and the leaves rattlle.

　　Yan Yimo did not know how to get out of the hospital, she sat alone on the lake not far from the hospital, watching the lake surface being blown by the wind.

　　For a long time, she looked up, and all she could see were one couple after another.

　　I don't know how long later, a familiar voice came from behind.

　　"Yan Yimo."

　　Yan Yimo turned his head and saw Ji Qianfei standing not far away dressed in white.

　　She hurried over and handed the pastry in her hand to her usual.

　　"It's been a hard job."

　　Ji Qianfei still didn't answer, just looked at her with complicated eyes.

　　Yan Yimo's hand froze in mid-air, and she looked at Ji Qianfei: "Doctor Ji, are you going to get engaged?" ”

　　"Yes." Season poured back.

　　Yan Yimo's heart felt like he had been stuffed into a ball of cotton.

　　She forced herself to endure the astringency and asked with a smile, "If I weren't a flower god, would you marry me?" ”

　　Ji Qianfei was stunned in the same place, and at this moment, he seemed to understand something.

　　Yan Yimo gently placed the cake on the stone chair in front of Ji Qianfei, and before he could answer, he said softly, "I wish you eternal happiness." ”

　　After saying that, she turned and left step by step.

　　Ji Qianfei looked at the fading back, his throat tightened, and a trace of inexplicable restlessness rose in his heart.

　　In fact, everyone is crossing the most difficult disaster in this life, this disaster, only help themselves, sad and happy, others are difficult to understand.

　　Yan Yimo did not return to the mental hospital, but went to the Cemetery Mountain Cemetery.

　　In the cemetery.

　　The tombs of Grandma, Father, and Mother were built side by side.

　　Yan Yimo looked at their photos on the tombstone, and his astringent eyes gradually stained with tears.

　　The wind was blowing on her face, and the words she had said before her grandmother died echoed in her mind: "Grandma is the wind mother-in-law in the sky, and when the wind blows on Emu's face, it is Grandma who comes." ”

　　Yan Yimo slowly knelt down and reached out to gently stroke the picture of grandma on the monument.

　　She looked at the kind but long-gone face, and her eyes were red: "Grandma, did you come to see me?" ”

　　The faint sound of the inaudible only gets the coolness of the breeze blowing through.

　　Yan Yimo stood here for a long time before going back.

　　late at night.

　　She lay in bed, tossing and turning.

　　It was hard to get a shallow drowsiness, but a scene from childhood suddenly appeared in my mind.

　　It was a rainy night, lightning and thunder.

　　Her mother hid her under the bed, and through the gap, she watched as a man stabbed a knife into the chest of her mother and father...

　　Bright red blood flowed to her hand like a stream, with burning pain.

　　She also remembered that the rain that day was particularly heavy, and the originally warm villa suddenly became extremely cold and lonely.

　　Grandma hugged her with an empty look in her eyes and said over and over again: "Yi Mo is not afraid, we are Yi Mo is a flower god, with the protection of the reincarnated god, there will never be anything..."

　　When the nightmare woke up, the pillow core was already soaked with tears.

　　Yan Yimo could no longer sleep, and got up alone and went outside, and in the dark night, she blew the cold wind alone.

　　I don't know how long later, a low-key Lincoln slowly stopped in front of her.

　　The window of the car came down, it was Bo Sichen.

　　"Get in the car."

　　Yan Yimo was stunned, and before he could react, he was taken to the car by the bodyguard.

　　The car drove all the way until it stopped outside the "El Sabini" building.

　　This is the favorite place of Mingyuan Futai, and the haute couture costumes and makeup inside are all specially customized by top personnel at home and abroad.

　　In the very European ornate hall, a group of stylists are sitting precariously.

　　Bo Sichen's deep eyes fell to Yan Yimo: "I want her to become the most beautiful person." ”

　　On this day, Yan Yimo was groomed and dressed like a rag doll.

　　When he came out, the stylist opened the changing curtain.

　　Yan Yimu was dressed in a rose evening dress, and her long seaweed-like hair was draped behind her, and her skin was more crystalline.

　　Broken diamond hairbands are dotted between the black hair like stars, and the facial features are just right with elegant and light makeup, as if she is really a flower god who has fallen into the human world.

　　Bo Sichen sat in a wheelchair, and the ink pupil reflected her figure, sweeping up the ripples.

　　He opened his eyes and asked for a pair of crystal shoes.

　　"Put it on and I'll take you to see your god."

　　InterContinental Hotel.

　　Ji family engagement banquet.

　　Meng Siyan stood next to Ji Qianfei in a suit and leather shoes in a gorgeous dress, smiling and accepting the pursuit and blessing of everyone.

　　At this time, the door was opened again, and an even more gorgeous and dazzling figure appeared in front of everyone.

　　Yang Wenjun in the crowd looked at such a Yan Yimu, and her mother's elegant and moving figure flashed in front of her eyes.

　　She stepped forward: "Who made you dress like this?" ”

　　Yan Yimo's gaze unconsciously fell to Ji Qianfei who was not far away, and her eyes were facing each other, and she said softly, "I came to find my god." ”

　　Chapter Nine: The Gods Can't Come and Pick Her Up

　　As soon as these words came out, mockery, cold eyes, and disgust all kinds of eyes fell on Yan Yimo's body.

　　In the crowd, whispering.

　　"Isn't this the granddaughter that Mrs. Yan loved the most before she was born?" How can you be such a fool? ”

　　"It seems that after her parents had an accident, they were scared silly!"

　　"I see that she is destined to die, killing her parents and the old lady..."

　　Yan Yimo listened to their various sarcasm, and his eyes never took away from Ji Qianfei's body.

　　But Ji Qianfei just looked at everything indifferently and did nothing...

　　Such indifference stabbed Yan Yi with a faint pain in his heart.

　　Yang Wenjun looked down at her line of sight and couldn't help but sneer: "You think that someone like Qianfei will look up to a fool like you?" ”

　　She seemed to gently put her hand on Yan Yimo's shoulder and deliberately lowered her voice: "If you dare to destroy Si Yan's engagement banquet, I will definitely let you die without a place to die!" ”

　　During the conversation, her five fingers secretly strained.

　　Yan Yimo only felt a pinching pain coming from his shoulder.

　　Yang Wenjun let go of his hand and bumped her shoulder to leave.

　　Yan Yimo took a step back and collided with one of the waiters behind him.

　　With a bang, the wine was all spilled on her, and the crystal shoes of her right foot landed on the steps.

　　The waiter apologized one after another: "I'm sorry..."

　　And the crowd laughed.

　　"Crystal shoes? Did she think she was Cinderella? ”

　　The wine slowly dripped down the ends of his hair, and Yan Yimo looked at Ji Qianfei not far away, he was still indifferent.

　　At that moment, the hope supported in her heart was shattered a little, and finally it only turned into one sentence: "You are really not my god." ”

　　This again caused ridicule from others.

　　Yan Yimo looked at the stains on his body and said gently to the waiter, "It doesn't matter." ”

　　With that, she bent down and picked up the crystal shoes.

　　This was sent to her by Bo Sichen, but she made everything worse...

　　Yan Yimo tilted his head in the direction of Bo Sichen and wanted to apologize to him, but found that he was smiling like everyone else.

　　In an instant, Yan Yimo seemed to fall into another abyss, and finally understood something.

　　Her bright eyes dimmed, and after taking off the other crystal shoe, she took a pair of crystal shoes and walked step by step to Bo Sichen.

　　Bo Sichen looked at her appearance at this moment and was stunned.

　　Somehow, my childhood self suddenly came to mind.

　　He was sitting in a wheelchair, and countless disgusted and mocking eyes pierced him like needles, like the current Yan Yimu.

　　"They're still clean, give them back to you."

　　Yan Yimo placed the crystal shoe in front of him.

　　When she turned around, she left only one sentence: "I'm not stupid." ”

　　Hearing this, Bo Sichen's eyes tightened slightly, and he looked at the crystal shoes in front of him, and suddenly froze in place.

　　The bo old man not far away looked at this scene and looked quite solemn.

　　He whispered to the bodyguards.

　　Not much time.

　　On the balcony.

　　Old Master Bo walked over to Bo Sichen and looked angry: "Are you crazy?" What's the point of running around here with this idiot?! ”

　　Bo Sichen's eyes were as deep as a cold pool.

　　He looked at the old man, "She's not an idiot. ”

　　Old Master Bo couldn't help but sneer, "What, don't you want to say that you want to be her reincarnated god?" ”

　　When Bo Sichen heard this, his mind was full of yan Yimo's appearance when he left.

　　His eyes darkened: "It's not impossible. ”

　　On the platform.

　　Ji Qianfei looked in the direction in which Yan Yimo was leaving, and at this moment, he felt that there was an invisible hand that withdrew something from his heart.

　　The next moment, he suddenly put down his wine glass, pulled his leg out and walked out.

　　But as soon as he walked to the door, he was blocked by Bo Sichen, who suddenly appeared.

　　Ji Qianfei recognized the crystal shoes beside him, and his face turned cold: "Why did you bring her here, just to humiliate her?" ”

　　Bo Sichen felt uncomfortable in his heart, and his mouth was strong: "Fools, talk about humiliation." ”

　　A sentence seemed to ignite Ji Qianfei's anger, and he grabbed Bo Sichen's collar and gritted his teeth: "She is not a fool!" ”

　　The sudden conflict between the two made the banquet Season quiet, and Meng Siyan hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Ji Qianfei's hand: "Qianfei, this is our engagement banquet." ”

　　Ji Qianfei let go of his hand and left without turning his head: "Cancel." ”

　　The moon hung high in the night sky, yan Yimo left the banquet, and walked on the street in a daze.

　　She looked at the unfamiliar environment and walked step by step with her memory to the clock tower where she had met Ji Qianfei.

　　The light at twelve o'clock that night fulfilled what Grandma said.

　　It's just a pity that her gods can't marry her anymore.

　　Pushing open the door of the bell tower, Yan Yimo climbed up the stairs step by step.

　　Above the clock tower, the night wind blew the hem of her skirt, and the entire city of Tongxi fell in her eyes like a galaxy formed by the convergence of thousands of stars.

　　"Tick-tock—"

　　Yan Yimo listened to the sound of the clock tower walking on the needle, and his eyes were pale.

　　Looking at the endless night, the clock overhead was about to move to twelve o'clock.

　　Under the bell tower, Ji Qianfei, who was rushing to the tower, saw that the tower was foaming with foam and his pupils were constricted.

　　"Emba, come down!"

　　Yan Yimo lowered her head, and also saw the black Lincoln that braked sharply, the door opened, and she saw Bo Sichen's cold face.

　　The bell rings at twelve o'clock in the morning.

　　Yan Yimo looked at them and slowly opened his hands.

　　"I'm going back to the Celestial Realm..."

　　After saying that, she closed her eyes and fell forward like an angel with folded wings...

　　Chapter 10 Emptiness

　　"Yan Yimo!"

　　"Emboss!"

　　Bo Sichen and Ji Qianfei's angry voices were overshadowed by the bell, and they could only watch the rose-colored figure fall. However, at the moment of this thousand gunshots, a hand grabbed Yan Yimo's wrist with lightning speed.

　　Yan Yimu's right shoulder hurt, and his body slammed into the wall.

　　She looked up and saw a man in his forties and fifties.

　　The man clutched her deadly, his face flushed with difficulty: "Today is my negative... Clock Tower, you want to... Dead, I'm finished...

　　Ji Qianfei, who had arrived, did not have time to catch his breath, and hurriedly leaned out to pull Yan Yimu up.

　　Except for Yan Yimo, the other two were afraid.

　　Ji Qianfei took a few heavy breaths, and the worry in his eyes gradually turned into anger: "Are you crazy?" You're going to die! ”

　　However, no amount of anger could burn away the happiness in my heart.

　　Good thing she's okay...

　　Yan Yimo sat paralyzed on the ground, hanging his head in silence.

　　"Boy, let's go."

　　The man guarding the clock tower waved his hand, looking helpless.

　　Ji Qiangfei suppressed the emotions in his heart and pulled Yan Yimu up in his arms: "Trouble you." ”

　　Under the tower, Bo Sichen saw that the figure hanging in mid-air was pulled up, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

　　“…”

　　He murmured a word, but in a tone of fear that he didn't even notice.

　　The tower door slowly opened, and Ji Qianfei walked out with Yan Yimo in his arms.

　　Bo Sichen frowned and steered the wheelchair forward.

　　At this time, Yan Yimo suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Ji Qianfei away.

　　Ji Qianfei was stunned, and his heart pricked slightly: ",... with foam"

　　"I'm sorry." After Yan Yimo finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Bo Sichen again, "I'm sorry." ”

　　As the words fell, she shrugged her right shoulder and staggered in the other direction.

　　The thin body seemed to be able to blow her away with a gust of wind, and Ji Qianfei felt a tightness in his heart, and when he was about to catch up, Bo Sichen stopped him again.

　　"Instead of chasing someone who has nothing to do with you, take care of your fiancée."

　　Bo Sichen coldly narrowed his eyes at Ji Father, who was chasing after him, and got into the car and went in the direction yan Yimo left.

　　Ji Father walked over with a calm face: "Qiu Fei." ”

　　Ji Qianfei was silent, his eyes always fell in one place, and the sense of emptiness in his heart continued to enlarge.

　　This feeling that he had never felt before made him very unpretentious, and he even regretted that he should not let Yan Yimo leave.

　　He clenched his teeth and was about to chase after him when Ji Father immediately stopped, "Do you know what you did?" You say cancel your engagement in front of so many people! Where do you let the faces of the Ji family and the Meng family stay? ”

　　Hearing this, Ji Qianfei's footsteps stagnated, and he asked in a cold voice: "Because of the accident of Yi Mo's parents, did you hide that she was the one who had a marriage contract with me?" ”

　　Ji Father's face changed: "The Ji family will never let a crazy person enter the door." ”

　　"I said, she's not crazy!

　　Ji Qianfei roared angrily, and his reddish eyes glared at him for a moment before turning away.

　　Under the dim street lights, Lincoln's car stopped next to Yan Yimo.

　　The car door opened, and Bo Sichen twisted his eyebrows and looked at the wretched figure outside the car: "Come up." ”

　　Yan Yimo looked at him and did not move.

　　"Don't make me say it a second time." Bo Sichen's face was cold, and his tone was full of threat.

　　Yan Yimo hesitated for a moment before slowly getting into the car.

　　"Don't talk."

　　Bo Sichen glanced at her, and his lips moved slightly.

　　Yan Yimo leaned against the car window, his eyes dim.

　　She didn't seem to be thinking about anything, but she felt like her brain was a mess, like being stuffed into a tightrope ball.

　　The next moment, a few tears slid down the corners of her sour eyes.

　　Bo Sichen looked at those few drops of crystalline tears, and his heart suddenly felt irritable: "What are you crying?" You ruined his engagement party and should be happy. Yan Yimo turned his head and looked at him with tearful eyes: "Is it okay to take me to find Grandma?" ”

　　Chapter 11 Identifying the Wrong Person

　　Bo Sichen was stunned.

　　Old Lady Yan died a long time ago, so what does Yan Yimo mean by taking her to the cemetery?

　　He looked at Yan Yimu's bruised arms and shoulders, and refused: "Go to the hospital first." ”

　　Hearing the words, Yan Yi foamed at the eyes and stopped talking.

　　Loneliness crept into her heart, reminding her of the nightmare she didn't know how many times she had had.

　　She clenched her lower lip, suppressing the fear and sadness that was about to drown herself.

　　Suddenly, her trembling body warmed up, and a blazer was draped over her.

　　Yan Yimo shook his head and subconsciously turned his head to look at Bo Sichen, but he bumped into a pair of eyes like a black hole.

　　"Didn't you say you weren't stupid?" ”

　　Bo Sichen withdrew his hand, drew a few pieces of paper and handed them over expressionlessly.

　　For his behavior, Yan Yimo crossed a trace of surprise under his eyes.

　　Seeing that she did not answer, but kept looking at herself, Bo Sichen's face darkened, and he turned his head and threw the paper into her hand: "It is indeed not stupid, it is stupid." ”

　　Yan Yimu said carefully, holding the paper to wipe away the tears in the corners of his eyes.

　　The atmosphere was inexplicably strange, and the driver's bodyguard did not dare to say much, looking intently at the front of the car.

　　Speechless, the car stopped in front of the city hospital.

　　After the car door opened, Yan Yimo did not get out of the car, but looked at Bo Sichen, who was already sitting in a wheelchair, and carefully asked: "Can I go?" ”

　　However, the answer to her was a sudden cold look: "Don't challenge my patience."

　　In desperation, Yan Yimo could only be taken into the hospital.

　　In addition to the skin trauma on her body, it was mainly a sprain on the shoulder, but fortunately it did not hurt the bone, and the doctor instructed her not to use force recently and wrote a medicine list for her to get the medicine.

　　The hospital hall in the middle of the night was very quiet, and Bo Sichen asked the bodyguard to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine and then set his eyes on Yan Yimo.

　　Seeing her bow her head and twist the corner of her skirt, her brow frowned: "Yan Yimo, have you never felt that you were very cowardly?" ”

　　Whoever trampled her dignity in the mud, she looked like she could forgive everything.

　　Yan Yimo raised her head, and her voice was hoarse: "Grandma said that all the suffering in the human world is a disaster, and when it is over..."

　　"Nonsense."

　　Bo Sichen interrupted her with disgust: "You choose to be timid, suffering will never pass, even if it passes, do you think that the place you go to is heaven?" That's hell.

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo was shocked.

　　After her grandmother's death, the Yan Group also fell into the hands of Yang Wenjun and became the Meng Group of her husband now.

　　She was like an angel who had originally lived in heaven and was suddenly knocked down to earth.

　　But Grandma's words became the pillar of her smiling face to life.

　　Ji Qianfei is her god, the one who will always guard her, so she is willing to shrink into a beautiful lie.

　　Yan Yimo slowly tightened his hand and looked at Bo Sichen: "You will also have your flower god to protect you." ”

　　Bo Sichen sneered, "I don't need any flower gods, and I won't be bullied like you." ”

　　He narrowed his eyes, unconsciously remembering what he had done over the years.

　　He was eight years old when he was injured in both legs in a car accident and spent eighteen years in a wheelchair.

　　Even if he is the son of the Bo clique and the future heir of the Bo clan, he cannot stop the ridicule of others.

　　From the age of sixteen, he decided to make those who ridiculed him and even ridiculed him pay the price.

　　Bo Sichen looked at Yan Yimo and hid the fierceness in his eyes: "Now do you still think that Ji Qianfei is your god?" ”

　　Yan Yimo's heart tightened involuntarily.

　　Remembering the indifferent look in the engagement party last season, she shook her head: "I recognized the wrong person." ”

　　Bo Sichen's lips moved slightly, and he asked, "You never wanted to avenge your parents?" ”

　　Chapter XII Psychological Shadows

　　The engagement party was forced to be suspended due to Ji Tianfei's departure.

　　In the hotel room, Meng Siyan repeated Ji Qianfei's phone call, but no one answered.

　　She angrily threw away her phone and stomped on it hard: "Damn! Yan Yimo, you damn it! ”

　　The high heels smashed the mobile phone screen, and Meng Siyan seemed to be still angry, and then raised her foot to kick the mobile phone away.

　　Yang Wenjun sat aside, his eyebrows tightened: "It seems that this fool is deliberate." ”

　　"Mom, can't you find a reason to send her away?"

　　Meng Siyan was anxious and angry, and her usual elegance had disappeared at this moment.

　　Yang Wenjun raised his hand to support his head: "I have promised Bo Shao to send her away, I am not good to talk to him."

　　On the other side, Tongxi Mental Hospital.

　　Ji Qianfei went directly to the front desk and asked the nurse on duty at night: "Is Yan Yimo back?" ”

　　The nurse, who had been a little sleepy, was startled by him, saw him in a suit, and looked at him in surprise: "No, I didn't come back." ”

　　Hearing this, Ji Qianfei hung down the table with force: "Damn..."

　　He gasped for breath, thinking that Yan Yimo might have been taken away by Bo Sichen, and an indescribable sour feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

　　He picked up the pen and quickly wrote down his phone number: "If she comes back, contact me, thank you." ”

　　It was not until two o'clock in the morning that Bo Sichen and Yan Yimo came out of the hospital.

　　Yan Yimo stood in front of the car and did not intend to get into the car.

　　"Thank you." She looked at the wine-stained skirt and hesitated for a few seconds, "Skirt... I went back to wash it and return it to you.

　　Bo Sichen smiled: "Do you know how much this dress on your body costs?"

　　Yan Yimo shook her head, although she didn't know, but it must be very expensive.

　　"Get in the car." Bo Sichen ordered.

　　"I'm going back.

　　Hearing another refusal, Bo Sichen changed his face: "You don't want me to say it twice, do you?" ”

　　The coldness between the lines seems to freeze people and make people have to obey.

　　Yan Yimo did not move, and the bodyguard pushed her into the car.

　　Bo home.

　　After watching Yan Yimo enter the room, Bo Sichen turned his wheelchair and went to the study.

　　After a while, a bodyguard walked in with a document: "Boss, this is all there is to know about the murder of Miss Yan's parents." Bo Sichen took it and opened it to see that there were only two thin sheets.

　　Nearly two decades have passed, and the police were helpless in the case.

　　The burglary was not robbery, as if it were deliberately intended to kill.

　　But I searched every corner of the house, but I didn't find a single fingerprint or footprint, and the traces outside were washed away by the heavy rain.

　　Yan Yimo, who was only five years old at the time, hid under the bed to escape the disaster, but she did not see the face of the gangster.

　　The police and Mrs. Yan also considered that the inquiry might increase her psychological shadow, so they gave up looking for a breakthrough from her.

　　The bodyguard said slowly: "At that time, the police suspected that people who had a grudge with Miss Yan's parents deliberately retaliated, but according to the investigation, they did not offend anyone." Hearing this, Bo Sichen frowned, and he found that in addition to the same fatal wounds of Father Yan and Mother Yan, Mother Yan's face had also been slashed twice.

　　He tightened the information into the drawer: "Go and check the details of the Yan family."

　　After the bodyguard left, Bo Sichen looked at a yellowed photo on the table and was stunned.

　　The boy in the photo, in a wheelchair and wearing a birthday crown hat, is him, but his eyes fall on the blurry figure of the girl behind him. After a long time, he removed his eyes and snorted, "Flower God? immature.

　　Chapter Thirteen Left-Handed

　　Ji Jia.

　　Ji Qianfei, who had not slept at night, sat on the bed, his bloodshot eyes soaked with irritability.

　　He looked at his phone on the bedside table and seemed to be expecting a message.

　　He felt that Yan Yimo would not go with Bo Sichen, and even felt that she would definitely come back to find him again.

　　However, the phrase "You really are not my god" was like a sharp blade piercing into his heart.

　　Ji Qianfei's eyes tightened, and he suddenly got up and picked up his mobile phone and went out the door.

　　Outside the Tongxi Mental Hospital.

　　The sun was just right, but under this bright sun, there was one less figure who had been waiting obsessively.

　　Ji Qianfei stood under the street lamp and looked at the mental hospital.

　　Through the doorpost, he saw that there were many small flowers inside, and flowers of various colors were dotted in a patch of green, which reminded him of Yan Yimu's floral skirt. "Tenjin, the god of flowers!"

　　Suddenly, a woman with disheveled hair walked over with her arms out, clutching the railing and looking at Ji Qianfei.

　　Hearing this woman call herself so, he was stunned.

　　He was the reincarnated god of Yan Yimo, and they all knew it, but he kept denying it.

　　"The god of heaven has married a goblin, and the god of flowers has returned to heaven!"

　　The woman screamed a few words in madness and then jumped away with her arms swinging.

　　Ji Qianfei froze in place, and his throat was astringent.

　　An old man who was helping him to walk unsteadily saw him standing in the doorway, so he sat down and walked over: "Dr. Ji, don't wait, Yi Mo will not come again." Hearing this, Ji Qianfei was stunned: "What do you mean?"

　　"Someone came an hour ago and went through the discharge procedures and took all her belongings." The nurse explained.

　　Ji Qianfei frowned, "Who is it?" ”

　　The nurse shook her head, "I don't know, but he said it was Emmo's fiancé."

　　Hearing the three words "fiancé", Ji Qianfei was stunned.

　　Yan Yimo's fiancé?

　　Could it be Bo Sichen?

　　Yan Yimo sat at the table and looked at Bo Sichen, who was eating breakfast: "I want to go back." ”

　　Bo Sichen put down his knife and fork: "Where to go back?"

　　“... hospital.

　　Bo Sichen did not answer immediately, but unhurriedly pulled out the paper and wiped his mouth.

　　Yan Yimo sat with a faint expression.

　　After a long time, Bo Sichen raised his eyes and said, "When I asked you yesterday, did you think clearly about the answer?" ”

　　Yan Yimu's expression darkened, and his hands tightened unconsciously.

　　"How old were you that you never suspected the death of your parents?" Bo Sichen's slender fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop.

　　Yan Yibu stared, and his eyes blinked uncontrollably.

　　In my mind's eye, the images of a sharp blade shining with cold light poking deep into the chest of my parents kept appearing.

　　Her breathing became shorter, and her whole being seemed to be shrouded in abyss-like fear.

　　Bo Sichen looked at Yan Yimo's slightly trembling shoulders, frowned and whispered, "Stupid and troublesome, he made a look at the maid, and the maid nodded and placed a small wooden box in front of Yan Yimo."

　　Yan Yimo's eyes narrowed slightly: "...

　　She opened the box, which contained several yellowed photographs.

　　There were photos of her and her parents, there were single photos of her parents, and there were pictures of grandma.

　　When did Bo Sichen help her get the photos back?

　　"I don't have to go back to a mental hospital in the future." Bo Sichen controlled the wheelchair to go to the backyard, "Since you are not stupid, don't hide in Kerry like a turtle." Yan Yimo looked at the back of the morning light.

　　For a long time, she carefully picked up the wooden box and followed it out.

　　Bo Sichen parked his wheelchair by the lake and threw the fish food into it while watching the fish in the water.

　　Yan Yimo stood at his side, his voice clear: "I remember he was left-handed." ”

　　Chapter Fourteen He's Fine

　　Bo Sichen's movements were delayed.

　　He turned his head, looked at Yan Yimo's star-like eyes, and sneered, "What are you telling me to do?" Want me to help you find out the real culprit? Yan Yimo rubbed the corner of the wooden box with his fingers: "I'm not stupid, and I haven't forgotten."

　　Just afraid to think about it.

　　Almost every night, as soon as you fall asleep, the bloody scene will continue to appear.

　　Sometimes she couldn't wake up when she wanted to, and even several times she dreamed that the murderer had found her.

　　Bo Sichen spilled all the fish food in his hand into the lake, and his tone was indifferent: "Is it?" Unfortunately, I'm not interested in you. Hearing this, Yan Yimo was silent for a moment: "Then I will go first, thank you for your care." ”

　　Hearing her say five times that she was leaving, Bo Sichen was inexplicably impatient in his heart: "Don't send it." ”

　　Impatiently, with a hint of anger in his tone, Yan Yimo turned around and left with the wooden box.

　　When the footsteps behind him disappeared, Bo Sichen turned his head to look at it, and called for a bodyguard with a cold eyebrow.

　　"Follow her and see where she goes."

　　Leaving the Bo family, Yan Yimo walked aimlessly down the street holding a wooden box containing photos.

　　From time to time on a gloomy day, there were a few muffled thunders, and pedestrians hurried by, as if afraid of a moment of heavy rain.

　　Yan Yimo stood still, looking up at the sky, and his eyes couldn't help but be cold.

　　The heavens and the earth are big, but she has nowhere to go.

　　What she had in her hand was all she had.

　　Suddenly, ji Qianfei's figure flashed in his mind, but it was only a moment.

　　At this time, a black Bentley suddenly stopped beside her, and the window of the car fell, and it was Yang Wenjun.

　　"Get in the car, your aunt has something to talk to you about."

　　Yan Yimo frowned and shook his head.

　　Yang Wenjun looked at the wooden box in her hand and gently raised her eyebrows: "Yi Mo, don't you want to know what your grandmother left you?" ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo was stunned: "Grandma."

　　Not far away, the bodyguard saw Yan Yimo take the initiative to get into the car, and for a moment he did not know whether to continue to follow.

　　After thinking about it for half a moment, he still decided to go back and tell Bo Sichen first.

　　Bo Sichen heard Yan Yimu get into Yang Wenjun's car, and his face suddenly darkened: "She went up by herself?" ”

　　"Yes, but it seems to be because her aunt said something." The bodyguard replied cautiously.

　　Bo Sichen furrowed his brows, and his eyes were complex.

　　For a long time, he put down the document in his hand, and his voice was cold: "Go to the Meng family."

　　On the other side, Yang Wenjun returned home with Yan Yimo, and Meng Siyan on the sofa immediately stood up and glared at Yan Yimo: "Is it you?" Do you even have a face? Yan Yimo ignored her, but looked at Yang Wenjun: "What did Grandma leave for me?" ”

　　Yang Wenjun went to the sofa and sat down, and slowly poured a cup of tea: "Yi Mo, your aunt and I are not heartless and unrighteous people, and I will not bother with you about your sabotage of Si Yan's engagement banquet."

　　Lu Siyan looked at her in disbelief:

　　Yang Wenjun raised her eyes, and ling li's eyes suddenly made her shut up.

　　Yan Yimo stood where he was, not saying a word.

　　"As long as you tell Bo Shao that you don't want to marry him, I will transfer the villa worth tens of millions of dollars to your name."

　　Yang Wenjun's words made both Meng Siyan and Yan Yimo stunned.

　　"I don't marry, I don't want a villa, I just want what Grandma left me."

　　Yan Yi's face did not change color, and he did not seem to listen to those words at all.

　　Outside the door, Bo Sichen was in a wheelchair and was preparing to enter, but he heard Meng Siyan's harsh and harsh voice inside.

　　"Do you think you deserve to be poured out?" If Bo Shao wasn't crippled, you thought you a fool could climb a tall branch? ”

　　Hearing these words, the bodyguard's back was cold, and he was busy looking at Bo Sichen.

　　Sure enough, Bo Sichen's face turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the yin under his eyes looked like an ice blade.

　　"He was fine.

　　Chapter 15 Soft Persimmons

　　A calm rebuttal made Bo Sichen's sudden drop in air pressure stagnate.

　　In the living room, Yan Yimo stood straight, and his posture did not look like that of the weak party at all.

　　She knew that Ji Qianfei was not her god, but she did not like Meng Siyan's use of "crippled" to describe Bo Sichen. "Yan Yimo, you don't toast and don't eat and eat the penalty wine."

　　Yang Wenjun seemed to see Yan Mu at that time, and a trace of jealousy crossed his eyes.

　　Yan Yimo looked at them, and his voice was clear: "The flower god has mercy on all beings, but he will not save sinful people."

　　Listening to the words that seemed crazy and crazy, it angered Meng Siyan, and she casually picked up the vase on the table and smashed it: "Neurosis! The vase fell in front of Yan Yimu's body, and with the sound of cracking, the ground was full of glass shards.

　　She bent down and picked up the water-soaked lily on the ground.

　　"Yan Yimo, I'll give you another chance, you don't know the good guys." Yang Wenjun stood up, and his eyes grew colder. "I would like to know what the good villain in Mrs. Lu's words is."

　　The hidden door was opened, and Bo Sichen, who was in a wheelchair, was slowly pushed in by the bodyguards.

　　Yang Wenjun was stunned, and his tone was momentarily flustered.

　　Meng Siyan couldn't help but take a step back and looked at Bo Sichen with a pale face.

　　He won't hear what he says, will he?

　　Bo Sichen stopped beside Yan Yimo and narrowed his eyes at the fragments on the ground, and his eyebrows were full of chilling coldness.

　　Yan Yimu turned his head to look at him, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

　　How did he get here?

　　Bo Sichen looked at Yang Wenjun and seemed to be smiling: "Mrs. Meng, why don't you continue to say it?" ”

　　Yang Wenjun secretly took a breath and calmed his emotions before saying: "Bo Shao, the Bo family is the most powerful magnate in Tongxi, and with the cultural cultivation of Yimu, it is really impossible to climb." ”

　　Hearing this, Bo Sichen sneered, "But who can I climb as a crippled person?" ”

　　He deliberately bit the word "crippled" very hard, as if squeezed out of his teeth.

　　Lu Siyan's body was frightened, and she did not dare to look directly at Bo Sichen.

　　Yang Wenjun pulled the corners of his mouth: "Si Yan was impatient and offended for a while, and Bo rarely forgave." ”

　　Bo Sichen looked at Yan Yimo, who had been silent around him, and his voice was cold: "I don't care who Mrs. Meng listened to, but if I hear another one...

　　He paused and said, "Bear the consequences."

　　The four words of great deterrence made Yang Wenjun's face stiffen slightly.

　　Bo Sichen retracted his gaze and turned his wheelchair: "Gone." ”

　　Yan Yimo was stunned, was he talking to himself?

　　Without hearing the footsteps that followed, Bo Sichen frowned, but he did not stop, but looked at the bodyguard on the side.

　　The bodyguard understood and went forward to Yan Yimo and said, "Miss Yan, please."

　　Yan Yimo hesitated for a moment and then turned around and followed with the wooden box and lily.

　　There was silence, and Bo Sichen and Yan Yimo each looked out the window, as if they didn't know each other at all.

　　For a long time, Yan Yimo turned his head to look at him and said slowly, "Thank you."

　　"What else would you say besides saying thank you and sorry?" Bo Sichen replied quickly.

　　He turned his head to look into those clear eyes, pursed his lips slightly, and then looked away.

　　Yan Yimu's gaze fell and stopped on Bo Sichen's legs.

　　Sometimes she would marvel, knowing that he couldn't stand up, but she never made people think that he was a soft persimmon to be manipulated.

　　Bo Sichen glanced at her and saw her legs.

　　At this moment, the inferiority and fragility that had been sealed in her heart for many years seemed to be torn apart by her eyes.

　　Bo Sichen's eyes widened and he whispered, "Stop! ”

　　The driver jumped down and pulled over and slammed on the brakes.

　　"Get down!"

　　Bo Sichen's sudden cold voice was tinged with a faint tremor, and the hand covering his knee slowly tightened.

　　Yan Yimo understood this time, and he let himself get out of the car.

　　She was not angry at his moodiness, but instead put a lily on his lap.

　　"You'll be fine.

　　Chapter Sixteen Homelessness

　　The car slowly drove away, and Bo Sichen looked at the shrinking shadow of Yan Yibu in the rearview mirror, and his tense face was like a dark cloud in the sky. He looked down at the lilies on his legs, his eyes complex.

　　After a few thunderclaps, the bean-sized rain fell, and a few seconds later it turned into a downpour.

　　Yan Yimo took the wooden box and lily in his arms and walked towards the mental hospital in the rain.

　　A sedan drove by, splashing water on the side of the road, and her skirt was instantly soaked with water.

　　After walking for almost two hours, she walked to the door of the hospital.

　　Yan Yimo stood under the street lamp where he had stood for two years, looking at Ji He Hospital in a daze.

　　The rain was much lighter, and the pedestrians couldn't help but look at her curiously a few more times when they saw her wet appearance.

　　Yan Yimo blinked his sour eyes, and suddenly there was a sense of discordant mood.

　　Every flower god will be guarded by a reincarnated god, and she never doubts it.

　　But she recognized the wrong person, and Ji Qianfei was not her god.

　　Suddenly, a nurse in the hospital found her and rushed over with an umbrella: "Emmo? Why are you here? Hurry in and shelter from the rain. The nurse took Yan Yimu in, found her a towel, and helped her wipe her dripping hair.

　　Rubbing and rubbing, as if remembering something, she ran to make a phone call.

　　After a while, a hurried figure ran in from the rain curtain.

　　A familiar voice made Yan Yimo feel stunned.

　　She lifted her head and bumped into Ji Qianfei's inky eyes.

　　"Dr. Ji?"

　　Ji Qianfei took a few slight breaths, crouched down to look at Yan Yimo, he opened his mouth slightly, but did not say a word.

　　He looked up and down at Yan Yimu and saw that she was not injured except for the rain.

　　The hanging heart slowly let go, and he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Bo Sichen didn't do anything to you, did he?"

　　This tone with a little nervousness and concern made Yan Yi's eyes flicker.

　　She looked at Ji Qianfei and shook her head: "He helped me."

　　Hearing this, Ji Qianfei was stunned for a moment.

　　At yesterday's engagement party, Bo Sichen obviously wanted to deliberately play her, how could he help her?

　　But he couldn't care less, he took Yan Yimu's hand and stood up: "Follow me, go and change your wet clothes." ”

　　However, Yan Yimo drew his hand back.

　　The emptiness of the palm made Ji Qianfei's heart a room: "Emu?

　　Yan Yimo looked up at him, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Dr. Ji, I say I'm sorry for what happened before." ”

　　Hearing these words, Ji Qianfei's eyes flickered.

　　She had also called him "Doctor Ji" before, but never once had she been so distant.

　　He lowered his slightly stiff hand: "I know if yesterday's was your fault..."

　　"It wasn't just yesterday." Yan Yimo stood up and hugged the box in his hand tightly, "From the beginning, it was my mistake. ”

　　Ji Qianfei froze, he looked at those eyes, and his throat was slightly astringent.

　　He had never seen Yan Yimo have such a serious look, as if she was two people now and before.

　　Or maybe she was originally such a person, but no one ever understood...

　　Yan Yimo put the towel on the chair and lifted her legs to go out.

　　"Wait." Ji Qianfei suddenly grabbed her wrist, "You and Bo Sichen... Together? ”

　　Yan Yimo remembered what Yang Wenjun had said when he was just at the Meng family.

　　He had never agreed to marry Bo Sichen, and she also knew that Bo Sichen, like Ji Qianfei, did not belong to her.

　　Yan Yimo struggled to withdraw his hand, and walked out without turning his head.

　　Ji Qianfei looked at the lonely back, his heart suddenly tightened, and he immediately followed.

　　However, before he could enter, he saw Yan Yimu's body trembling, and the next moment he suddenly fell to the ground.

　　Chapter XVII Repentance

　　expert.

　　Bo Sichen sat in a wheelchair and looked out the window at the misty drizzle.

　　"Boss, old man's phone."

　　A bouncer came over with a cell phone.

　　Hearing this, Bo Sichen frowned and took the phone: "Hello."

　　"Si Chen, are you the Meng family?"

　　On the other end of the phone, Mr. Bo's tone was a little dissatisfied.

　　Bo Sichen said lightly, "Old Master, when did you get so close to the Meng family?" ”

　　Old Master Bo was silent for two seconds before he said, "Although Yan Yimo was once a rich family, it was only once that she could not enter the door of the Bo family." Hearing these words, Bo Sichen's face darkened: "Then who do you think can accept a cripple?" ”

　　Old Master Bo choked and was speechless.

　　For more than a decade, the problem of his legs has been a thorn in Bo Sichen's heart.

　　Although the Bo family has money, there are very few girls who can treat him sincerely, but they are all for the title and glory and wealth of a Bo wife. Bo Sichen was impatient: "In the future, you don't have to worry about my business." ”

　　After saying that, he didn't care if there was anything on the other side, he directly hung up the phone and threw it to the bodyguard.

　　The bodyguard grabbed the mobile phone, deliberated for a while, and then cautiously spoke: "Boss, it is raining, Miss Yan has no place to go, she...

　　Bo Sichen let out a low sigh, and his face became even more ugly.

　　The bodyguard did not dare to say anything more, and hurriedly stooped to leave.

　　The rain stopped, and Bo Sichen looked at the dripping leaves, and his heart was even more irritable.

　　On the other side, Ji Qianfei gently placed a wet towel on Yan Yimu's forehead, and his eyebrows were full of worry. The abrasions on her arms were unusually conspicuous on her pale skin, and her face was much paler.

　　"Dad,..."

　　Yan Yimu frowned tightly and murmured, and the corners of his eyes began to moisten.

　　But Yan Yimo did not calm down because of his words, she sweated more and more, I don't know if it was because of a fever, or because she was having a terrible dream. He knew that Yan Yimo's parents had been killed when they were young, and she had survived.

　　But everyone thought she had become a crazy fool because of that incident.

　　At this time, the mobile phone suddenly rang.

　　Ji Qianfei took a look at it, and it was Meng Siyan who called again.

　　He frowned, gently put Yan Yimo's hand into the quilt and walked out of the room.

　　"Tianfei, aren't you in the hospital?" Meng Siyan's voice was a little anxious.

　　Ji Qianfei looked at Yan Yimo in the room: "Hmm. ”

　　"Are you at home?" I'm in the past now...

　　"Si Yan." Ji Qianfei interrupted her, "Yesterday I said canceling the engagement, and I was serious. ”

　　There was no talking on the other side of the phone, just a steady breathing sound.

　　After a long time, Lu Siyan choked up, "I'll go to you first." ”

　　When she finished, she immediately hung up the phone.

　　Ji Qianfei looked at the phone, and his eyes were dark.

　　He had some regrets, and perhaps he should have confessed to Meng Siyan and his father at the beginning that he really had no feelings for her. Instead...

　　Ji Qianfei turned around and stared at Yan Yimu on the bed.

　　I don't know when it started, but he had a street lamp in his heart, and under the street lamp, stood a girl wearing a floral dress. Not long after, Meng Siyan came.

　　After Ji Qianfei opened the door, she suddenly plunged into his arms and hugged tightly: "Ze..."

　　She choked up, as if she had suffered some great wrong.

　　Ji Qianfei's face stiffened slightly, and he reached out to push her away.

　　In the room, Yan Yimo had a hard time getting out of the nightmare, and the sound of the fine fragments made her stunned.

　　She sat up with her weak body propped up and looked around blankly.

　　Where is this?

　　"Tianfei, everyone knows that we are getting married, how can you say that you regret it?"

　　Chapter XVIII Deliberate alienation

　　Hearing this voice, Yan Yi foamed.

　　It's Meng Siyan.

　　When she lifted the quilt, she found that her dress had turned into a wide shirt and a pair of trousers with trouser legs dragged to the ground.

　　There is still a faint smell of laundry detergent on the clothes.

　　Yan Yimo tightened the hem of his clothes, and his heart could not help but panic for a moment.

　　However, after seeing the photo in the photo frame on the bedside table, the hanging heart slowly put down.

　　This is Ji Qianfei's home.

　　At the door, Meng Siyan looked at Ji Qianfei with tearful eyes: "Qianfei, we have been together for so long, do you really have no feelings for me at all?" She took his hand and lowered her posture again.

　　She didn't understand what was worse than yan Yimo's fool.

　　Ji Qianfei looked at her hand and slowly broke free: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I will explain it myself."

　　As soon as the words fell, a gentle footstep sounded, and Meng Siyan looked at it, and her eyes were shocked.

　　It's Yan Yimu.

　　And she also wears... Ji Qianfei's clothes!

　　Meng Siyan's face was red with anger, and she stared at Yan Yimu deadly, hating that she could not come forward and unload her eight pieces.

　　But in front of Ji Qianfei, she had to maintain the dignity and elegance of a noble lady.

　　Ji Qianfei turned his head to look at it, Yan Yimu's face was white and bloodless, and he couldn't help but be more worried: "Your fever has not receded, go and rest."

　　Yan Yimo looked at Lu Siyan.

　　It was that hateful look again.

　　Since her grandmother's death, she has not known how many times she has been baptized by their mother and daughter like this.

　　Before the two could speak, Meng Siyan turned around and walked away with her high heels.

　　Yan Yimo looked at Ji Qianfei, who was walking towards him, and couldn't help but take two steps back, and his voice was hoarse: "Your clothes are changed by you?" ”

　　Hearing this, Ji Qianfei stopped and explained, "Rest assured, I asked the aunt next door to help you change." ”

　　Even so, he noticed that Yan Yimo seemed to be deliberately trying to alienate himself, and his heart was very unhappy.

　　Yan Yimo relaxed a little: "Thank you." ”

　　I don't know why, since last night, she felt that she and Ji Qianfei were separated by a chasm that could never be crossed again.

　　Ji Qianfei's hand hanging on his side tightened: "You go to rest first, I will boil porridge for you." ”

　　With that, he headed for the kitchen.

　　Yan Yimo looked at the erect back and suddenly remembered the scene where he led her back to the hospital that night.

　　At that time, the sense of the season seemed to be unable to feel anymore...

　　There was a touch of loneliness under her eyes, and the whole thing seemed to be soaked in cold water.

　　Meng Siyan went downstairs, her slightly reddened eyes filled with anger.

　　She looked up at the balcony of Ji Qianfei's house, and her eyes were frozen.

　　Yan Yimo, it seems that you are really not a fool, while relying on Bo Shao, while hooking up with Fei Fei!

　　Meng Siyan took out her mobile phone from her bag, found a number and pressed the dial button.

　　It rang several times, and only then did a cold, arrogant, languid voice come from the other end of the phone.

　　"Hello?

　　"Bo Shao, I'm Meng Siyan."

　　"Is that you?" What's the matter? ”

　　"Nothing, I just want to tell Bo Shao that your fiancée is at my fiancé's house."

　　Meng Siyan smiled, and the tone did not know whether she was mocking him or herself.

　　On the other end of the phone, Bo Sichen's eyes darkened.

　　Yan Yimo at Ji Qianfei's house?

　　Could it be that she still thinks that the boy is some kind of god he is?

　　Bo Sichen clenched his back teeth and hung up the phone, calling for a bodyguard.

　　"Boss?" The bodyguard saw him maneuvering his wheelchair to go outside, somewhat unclear.

　　Bo Sichen stretched a face and replied in a cold voice: "Go find Ji Qianfei." ”

　　The bodyguard was stunned, good and decent, just arrived at the door, Bo Sichen suddenly turned around and picked up the lilies on the coffee table.

　　He furrowed his brows slightly, looked at Lily and whispered, "You'd better not continue to be stupid." ”

　　Chapter Nineteen The Victor

　　The sweet fragrance lingers throughout the living room, and a warm feeling of "home" makes Yan Yimu have an instant trance.

　　Ji Qianfei brought out the well-served porridge: "Eat it."

　　A bowl of millet porridge was placed in front of Yan Yimu, steaming hot and sweet.

　　Yan Yimo raised his head and looked at Ji Qianfei on the other side, and asked slowly, "Doctor Ji, you should hate me."

　　He pestered him with the words "reincarnated god" for so long, and even ruined his engagement party with Meng Siyan.

　　Hearing this, Ji Qianfei smiled: "I can't hate it." ”

　　Or maybe he should thank her, he and Lu Siyan married, will ruin the lives of both of them.

　　How long can a loveless marriage last.

　　Yan Yimo lowered his head, his expression was faint, but his eyes seemed to be thinking of something.

　　Ji Qianfei looked at her, and the strings in his heart seemed to be pulled by her.

　　He found that since yesterday's incident, Yan Yimo had changed, becoming more silent, and even a look in his eyes had become extremely heavy. But the only constant was that she seemed to be suppressing something.

　　Yan Yimo picked up the spoon and drank a mouthful of millet porridge.

　　There was some sweetness in the rice fragrance, but it made her consciousness wake up a lot.

　　Suddenly, the doorbell rang again.

　　Ji Qianfei got up and went to open the door, and he couldn't imagine that the person who came this time was Bo Sichen.

　　His face instantly sank: "What are you here for?" ”

　　Bo Sichen didn't even look at him, but directly shouted inside: "Yan Yimo." ”

　　Yan Yimo was stunned.

　　Bo Sichen?

　　She put down the spoon, got up and walked over.

　　Yan Yimo's appearance of wearing an extremely ill-fitting dress and pants made Bo Sichen's eyes glaze over, followed by a fire that burned into his heart.

　　"Come here!" He tried to suppress the anger in his chest, and his eyes were cold.

　　Ji Qianfei looked cold and blocked in front of Yan Yimo: "She is not well yet."

　　Hearing this, Bo Sichen was stunned for a moment, but he did not show it.

　　He looked at Yan Yi foam, and his lips were tight.

　　If she dared to continue to stay, he would definitely let someone carry her down.

　　Yan Yimo looked down at his clothes and turned and walked toward the room.

　　Ji Qianfei crossed his eyes with a trace of doubt, but he narrowed his eyes at Bo Sichen with a "victor" posture.

　　Bo Sichen still ignored him, but waited quietly.

　　After a while, Yan Yimo changed back into her original skirt and walked over with a wooden box in her hand.

　　"Dr. Ji, you're in trouble.

　　Her grateful tone made Ji Qianfei's heart tighten.

　　Has Yan Yimo completely regarded him as an irrelevant person?

　　In his stunned state, Yan Yimo had already walked towards Bo Sichen.

　　Bo Sichen glanced at Ji Qianfei and did not forget: "Fortunately, your fiancée told me to thank her for me."

　　Ji Qianfei's hand was unconsciously tight, and Yan Yi's foam head did not return so that he could not reach out his hand to hold it at all.

　　He did not want to lose in front of Bo Sichen.

　　The door was slammed shut, and the whole room seemed to have no evidence that there was any evidence that there was another person here except for the sweet and hot millet porridge. Ji Qianfei clenched his teeth and punched the wall.

　　He had never felt so powerless, and a sense of withdrawal from the loss made him very out of season.

　　It had rained heavily and the air was damp.

　　Bo Sichen took the lead in getting into the car, and then Yan Yimo got into the car under his icy gaze.

　　She was still sitting close to the car door, her hands unconsciously rubbing the surface of the wooden box.

　　The car runs smoothly, and the sound of a needle falling to the ground can be heard quietly in the car.

　　It took a long time for Bo Sichen to break the silence.

　　"How long do you want to endure?"

　　Chapter XX Transactions

　　Yan Yibu's eyes flashed and he didn't speak.

　　Bo Sichen frowned: "Yan Yimo, don't tell me that you pretend to be stupid and stunned for so many years that you haven't grown at all."

　　He didn't understand that her parents had been killed inexplicably, and all her father's efforts had fallen into the hands of others, and she didn't have any hatred in her heart?

　　At least find out who killed his parents in those days, rather than living a chaotic life.

　　Yan Yimo's breathing was a little heavy, and she opened the operation box and took out a family portrait.

　　"Who believes what I say?"

　　A short sentence seemed to condense the helplessness and sadness of her life, which made people unbearable.

　　Bo Sichen was stunned: "What do you mean?" ”

　　Yan Yimo turned his head to look at him, his eyes were red: "I said that the murderer was left-handed, but they still couldn't find the murderer, and even some people said that I was too young to be stimulated, all the words could not be used as effective evidence, I grew up, they all thought I was a fool, and no one believed what I said." ”

　　She had never said these words to anyone, not even Grandma.

　　She didn't want her grandmother to worry, so Yan was willing to keep all her dreams and grievances to herself.

　　She just wants Grandma to feel happy and not to go with worry and reluctance.

　　Yan Yimo's words made Bo Sichen's heart rise with a trace of pity.

　　Compared to her, Yan Yimo endured more pain.

　　She not only had to laugh and face the hardships of fate, but she could not get out of it.

　　"You never thought of going after the murderer again?"

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo smiled miserably: "No one will believe me."

　　In the eyes of others, she is a psychopath, and no one believes the words of a psychopath.

　　Bo Sichen looked at the bitterness between her eyebrows, and her heart was slightly prickly.

　　He pursed his lips and said, "I believe."

　　Yan Yi's eyes glazed over.

　　The surprise on her face had not faded, but Bo Sichen had already turned his head, as if he was deliberately avoiding her eyes.

　　"There are twenty years for major cases to be prosecuted, and you still have a chance.

　　Yan Yimo lowered her head and looked at her parents in the photo, and the bloody picture in her mind kept flashing.

　　Her hand holding the wooden box slowly tightened, and hatred rose under her eyes.

　　She really couldn't let her parents who loved her so much die in vain.

　　Yan Yimo raised his head again, looked at Bo Sichen, and his tone was a little tentative: "You... Will you help me?

　　Bo Sichen turned his head and looked at her: "I can help you, but what do you exchange with me?" I never do unequal business. ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yifu bit her lower lip and lowered her head.

　　She is alone, what is the value of letting Bo Sichen help herself?

　　Just as Yan Yimo was about to give up, Bo Sichen spoke again: "If you promise me a condition, I will help you." ”

　　"What conditions?" Yan Yimo asked subconsciously.

　　Bo Sichen's tongue swept all over his cheeks, and his tone was more flirtatious: "I haven't thought about it yet, it depends on whether you want to make this deal." ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo fell into contemplation.

　　She already had nothing, Bo Sichen didn't lack anything, what else could she get from her?

　　However, she really wants to find the murderer of her parents...

　　"Okay." Yan Yimo raised her head and looked directly at him, "I promise."

　　Those eyes that were as clear as spring water were full of determination that had never been felt before, and Bo Sichen was stunned for a few seconds, and turned his head unnaturally: "Also, in the future, I will be less with Ji Qianfei, Yan Yimu, or nodded."

　　Logically, she really shouldn't be in contact with Ji Qianfei anymore.

　　Anyway, he was Meng Siyan's fiancé, her cousin-in-law. "Cough..."

　　The deliberately low cough made Bo Sichen care a little more.

　　He looked at the thin dress, coughed softly, and then looked at the bodyguard. The bodyguard immediately turned on the warm air.

　　"Go back and call Dr. Lee."

　　Chapter 21 Adoption

　　After returning to Bo's house, Bo Sichen asked people to send Yan Yimu back to the room.

　　Not long after, his personal doctor Li Chongming arrived.

　　"Bo Shao, today is not the day of your inspection."

　　Li Chongming, who was suddenly called, had some doubts.

　　Bo Sichen looked upstairs: "The patient is upstairs, she has a fever."

　　Hearing this, Li Chongming's eyes flashed with surprise.

　　He had been Bo Sichen's personal doctor for so long, and he had never seen Bo Sichen care so much about another person.

　　Li Chongming carried the medical kit upstairs, and when he entered the room, he found that it was a girl who looked to be in her twenties.

　　Yan Yimo changed into a clean dress and looked at him a little dazedly.

　　Li Chongming took her temperature, examined the wound on her shoulder, and told her to rest more before leaving the room.

　　"Bo Shao, she has no big problem, take some fever reducer and rest for a few days and you will be fine."

　　Li Chongming took the medicine from the medicine box and handed it to the servant on the side.

　　Perhaps he had figured out Bo Sichen's temperament, and he deliberately raised his voice: "...

　　Sure enough, Bo Sichen frowned, "Just what?" ”

　　Li Chongming tried his best to press the urge to laugh: "She is somewhat malnourished, and it may be more painful to take a few days off."

　　Hearing this, Bo Sichen was stunned, his expression gradually stiffened, but his ears flew a little red.

　　He lowered his face coldly and glanced at Li Chongming.

　　Li Chongming secretly rejoiced that he had died with his own measure.

　　Seeing Bo Sichen's emotional fluctuations, he also made it impossible for him to rebuke himself.

　　But he was still curious, who was that girl? It can make Bo Sichen care so much.

　　A month later.

　　Yan Yimo's illness is also better, but her body is still a little weak, these days she has been staying in the Bo family, and she has not gone out for a single step.

　　She got up and walked to the balcony and stretched out, her eyes subconsciously falling on the lake in the backyard.

　　Sure enough, Bo Sichen was sitting in a wheelchair again and stayed alone in the lake to feed the fish.

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　　She propped up the railing and looked at the shadow in a daze.

　　Once upon a time, she was as lonely as he was.

　　At the lake, Bo Sichen was feeding the fish while waiting for news from the bodyguard.

　　After a while, a bodyguard came over with a file bag: "Boss, this is the information of the Yan family."

　　Bo Sichen threw all the fish food in his hand into the lake, drew a piece of paper and wiped his hands clean before taking it.

　　After opening the file and taking out the contents, he squinted after a cursory sweep.

　　"Yang Wenjun was adopted?"

　　The bodyguard replied: "According to the people in the Yan family's hometown, Yang Wenjun was picked up by the Yan family when she was six years old, when Miss Yan also had an uncle named Yan Zhiyuan, originally the Yan family wanted Yang Wenjun to change her surname, but at that time, Chaosheng grasped it tightly, and the Yan family let her call her original name, and later people thought that the Yan family wanted to hide from Chaosheng, so they let their daughter change her surname."

　　He paused for a few seconds before continuing: "It is said that when Yang Wenjun was sixteen years old, he accidentally fell into the river, and Yan Zhiyuan drowned to save her, until she was twenty-two years old, and the Yan family married her to Meng Pingtao.

　　Bo Sichen's brow tightened.

　　The Yan family's affairs were far more complicated than he thought.

　　It is reasonable to say that the Yan family let Yang Wenjun live a life without worry about food and clothing, and Yan Yimo's uncle even lost his life for her, but she in turn treated Yan Yimo like this. After reading the document, Bo Sichen raised his eyes and said, "Don't reveal this to her beforehand."

　　"Yes.

　　After the bodyguard left, Bo Sichen breathed a sigh of relief and looked up and inadvertently swept over Yan Yimo's room.

　　I didn't want to see her standing on the balcony looking at myself.

　　Looking at each other, Yan Yimo thought for two seconds and then waved at him, which was a greeting.

　　Bo Sichen shook his head and twisted his head with a tight lip line.

　　Yan Yimo slowly lowered her hand and began to reflect on what she had done wrong.

　　She looked at Bo Sichen's leg and raised her eyebrows slightly.

　　He must have wanted to stand up.

　　Chapter Twenty-Two is unclear

　　Inside the office, Ji Qianfei pinched his eyebrows wearily.

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　　"Dr. Ji, I see that you haven't been in good spirits lately, are you having too many patients?"

　　A colleague cared about the inter-sentence.

　　Ji Qianfei opened his bloodshot eyes, and his voice was hoarse:

　　However, the other colleagues looked at each other and wanted to ask about Yan Yimo, but they were not very talkative, and he and Meng Siyan were engaged. Ji Qianfei propped his forehead on the table, and his heart was in chaos.

　　Although he had told him countless times not to deliberately think about Yan Yimo, it was all to no avail.

　　As long as he left the hospital and passed through those familiar places, he couldn't help but think about the figure.

　　Meng Siyan's figure suddenly interrupted Ji Qianfei's thoughts.

　　He raised an eyebrow, looked up, and saw that Meng Siyan had come with the incubator again.

　　Colleagues all do their own thing, but they still can't help but pay more attention.

　　Lu Siyan walked over to Ji Qianfei and opened the incubator on the table, which was a thick chicken soup stew.

　　"Tianfei, today I stewed chicken soup for you, you drink it while it's hot."

　　She smiled softly, like a wife of a relationship husband

　　The rich fresh fragrance did not arouse Ji Qianfei's appetite, he looked at the colleagues around him, stood up: "You come with me." After saying that, he took the lead and walked out.

　　The smile on Lu Siyan's face gradually solidified, but she still adjusted her breathing and followed out.

　　At the end of the corridor, Ji Qianfei's face was extremely condensed in the sun.

　　"Si Yan, I have made it clear to my aunt and uncle that we cannot be together."

　　Hearing this, Meng Siyan froze: "Why is it impossible?"

　　Ji Qianfei pursed his lips: "Because I don't love you, I can't give you happiness." ”

　　The tip of Lu Siyan's nose was sour, and she tightened the corner of her clothes: "You don't love me, so who do you love?" ”

　　Ji Qianfei was silent.

　　Meng Siyan said the name in a trembling voice, looking at the fleeting attachment in Ji Qianfei's eyes, she suddenly felt that she was like a clown in front of him.

　　"I wouldn't be with you without her." Ji Qianfei looked at her and didn't seem to want to deceive her.

　　Meng Siyan tried her best to maintain the grace she usually had, and she smiled with red eyes: "Have you really regarded yourself as her reincarnated god?" ”

　　Without waiting for Ji Qianfei to respond, she spoke again: "But she is now Bo Sichen's fiancée, can't you see it?" She didn't take you seriously at all, otherwise how could she be confused with Bo Sichen?

　　These few words made Ji Pour a thorn in his heart.

　　Indeed, he had doubted when he watched Yan Yimo walk away with Bo Sichen.

　　Doubting whether Yan Yimo was simply playing with himself, he suddenly left after discovering her importance, leaving him alone to be sentimental.

　　Ji Qianfei replied in a cold and hard voice: "Thank you for caring, but I don't want others to interfere too much in my affairs." ”

　　When the words fell, he turned and left, only to throw down the next sentence: "Don't come to me later." ”

　　Meng Siyan looked at the determined back, her tightly clasped hands trembling with force, and her reddened eyes were full of reluctance and resentment.

　　Yan Yimo, why don't you die!

　　On the other side, after Bo Sichen put the documents into the drawer, the maid said that it was time to eat.

　　He glanced at the dish and frowned, "Bring the braised fish down."

　　The maid was stunned: "But this is Miss Yan's love to eat..."

　　"Bring it down." Bo Sichen repeated it again.

　　The servants did not dare to refute it, and could only withdraw the braised fish.

　　She was a little strange, Bo Sichen indulged in Yan Yimu compared to others, how could she not let her eat her favorite dishes.

　　The maid looked at the dishes left behind, only to find that except for the braised fish in her hand, the others were light in taste.

　　After understanding, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

　　He was worried that Yan Yimo's illness was not yet complete, and he did not want her to eat spicy food.

　　After a while, Yan Yimo went downstairs and found Bo Sichen sitting at the dining table, with a trace of surprise flashing on his face.

　　Because these days she and Bo Sichen never ate together at the dinner table.

　　"What are you doing?" Do you still want me to feed your food into your mouth? ”

　　Chapter XXIII The Old Villa

　　On the table, Yan Yimo looked down at the rice, was he looking up at Bo Sichen.

　　Bo Sichen's eating appearance is very good, slow but not feminine, coupled with his face, let people think that he is a clean and cold and arrogant nobleman. For the person on the other side to peek at the move, Bo Sichen looked in his eyes, but still pretended not to see it.

　　It wasn't until he finished eating and put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth that he raised his head: "Have you seen enough?" ”

　　Yan Yimo, who had been caught, was stunned and hurriedly lowered his head: "..."

　　Bo Sichen saw her somewhat embarrassed look, and there was a trace of pleasure between her eyebrows.

　　Yan Yimo was eating, but found that the person across from her had been staring at her, and for a while, she was a little uncomfortable.

　　Against Bo Sichen's eyes, she finished eating her meal with a hard scalp.

　　Not long after, a bodyguard came over and respectfully said to Bo Sichen, "Boss, everything is ready."

　　Bo Sichen nodded and turned his gaze to Yan Yimo: "Follow me."

　　Yan Yimo did not ask, and obediently followed him to the car.

　　The car drove south of the city, and the scenery along the way became more and more familiar.

　　Yan Yimo was stunned.

　　It's the way home!

　　"Where are you going to take me?" She opened her eyes wide and looked at Bo Sichen somewhat untimely.

　　Bo Sichen's tone was calm: "Haven't you always wanted to go home?"

　　Soon, the car pulled into an old villa area, which was different from where Bo Sichen was.

　　The villa here has been more than twenty years old, most of them have been dilapidated and uninhabited, and weeds have grown into the house.

　　Yan Yimo looked at the familiar scene outside the car window, and his mind flashed back to himself when he was a child.

　　Her eyes were red and her heart was like a cone.

　　The car stopped and the two got out of the car.

　　Yan Yimo looked at the villa in front of her, which was once her home, and instinctively took two steps back.

　　Bo Sichen looked at her pale face and said in one word: "I don't even have the courage to face the past, what else do you mean to take revenge?" ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yibu's eyes were shocked.

　　She looked at Bo Sichen, and her breathing gradually became heavier.

　　This is not only her former home, but also the place where her parents were killed, the root of her nightmares... Z.L.D.J

　　Yan Yimu's hand hanging on his side was clasped tightly, and his body trembled involuntarily.

　　Thinking back to the bloody scene in her dream, she couldn't control her fears.

　　Bo Sichen retracted his gaze and without a word steered the wheelchair to take the lead in.

　　Seeing the situation, Yan Yimo was stunned.

　　But looking at the figure entering without scruples, she felt more in her heart.

　　She took a deep breath and struggled to open her legs to follow.

　　The cleaned house is much cleaner, but the tattered furniture walls continue to exude a desolate atmosphere.

　　Bo Sichen looked at the stairs: "You go up."

　　Yan Yimo froze, "I..."

　　She was still afraid.

　　This time, Bo Sichen did not move, not only because he could not go up in a wheelchair, but also because he wanted Yan Yimo to face his fears. Yan Yimo looked at Bo Sichen's eyes and tightened the corners of his clothes.

　　After a long time, she stepped out and walked upstairs step by step.

　　Ventilated on all sides, but the dull depression came to her like a wave, making it difficult for her to breathe.

　　Bo Sichen watched Yan Yimo disappear into the stairwell, and his heart did not completely let go.

　　The bodyguard standing behind him saw his frown and couldn't help but say, "Boss, in fact, you don't have to choose this way." Bo Sichen closed his eyes and frowned slightly: "Fear will not only make her flinch, but also make her heart soft."

　　If the yan family couple's affairs were related to Yang Wenjun, Yan Yimo might look at her and let her go in the face of her relatives.

　　He didn't want her to be like that, and anyone had to pay for their mistakes.

　　Suddenly, a scream accompanied by a "bang" sound broke the silence.

　　Bo Sichen opened his eyes suddenly: "Yan Yimo! ”

　　"One help, one by one!"

　　Chapter XXIV Re-investigation of Cases

　　Yan Yimu's trembling voice was like a thorn bar hitting Bo Sichen's heart, and his eyes swept to the two bodyguards behind him: "Hurry! ”

　　Two bodyguards hurried forward, lifted their wheelchairs on both sides and rushed upstairs.

　　Bo Sichen controlled the wheelchair and entered the room of Yan Yimo's parents.

　　I saw Yan Yimu curled up next to the bedside table, clasping her arms tightly, her head buried between the crooks of her arms and trembling.

　　"Stay,... Don't kill...

　　The whisper full of fear made Bo Sichen's heart prick.

　　He stepped forward and grabbed Yan Yimo's wrist: "Yan Yimo, it's me."

　　"Don't! No! Don't kill me! ”

　　Yan Yimo struggled in panic, as if trapped in a dream again, this time the target of the murderer was her.

　　Bo Sichen scolded darkly, pulled her into his arms with force, pressed her head with one hand, and wrapped his other hand around her shoulder: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." The warm embrace was like a tranquilizer, making Yan Yimu instantly calm down.

　　Her red eyes gradually became clearer, but she was still gasping for breath in fear.

　　From the moment she stepped into this room, she seemed to be back on that stormy night.

　　But this time she was like a bystander, watching her mother tuck her childhood self under the bed and telling her not to make a sound no matter what.

　　I watched my parents resist, but in the end they both died under the cold blade.

　　Crystal tears surged up to her eyes along with acidity, and slipped from Yan Yi's blood-filled eyes.

　　Hot tears dripped on Bo Sichen's pants and burned into the skin.

　　His eyes sank, and he said slowly, "Cry, there is no one else here." ”

　　When the words fell, the person in his arms sobbed twice and then burst into tears

　　Yan Yimo clutched Bo Sichen's sleeve tightly, as if he had taken him as a life-saving straw.

　　I don't know how long it took for the cry to gradually disappear, but Bo Sichen's clothes were wet.

　　He frowned tightly and slowly let go of her face to see that her face was full of tears, and her eyes and cheeks were red.

　　"Ugly to die."

　　Bo Sichen took the paper from his pocket and wiped the tears from her face.

　　Yan Yimo lowered his head and his voice was hoarse: "Thank you, thank you...

　　Hearing this, Bo Sichen sipped it: "This is our deal."

　　Yan Yimo raised his head, and his clear eyes were more determined: "Can I go to the police station?" ”

　　She wanted to ask the police to re-investigate the events of that year as soon as possible, the murderer had been at large for almost twenty years, and how could she let her parents die. She wants to find the murderer and make him pay the price he deserves!

　　Bo Sichen looked at her, and his heart gradually let go.

　　He cut the wrinkled cuffs of his hair: "Let's go together."

　　Leaving the villa, Yan Yimo suddenly stopped, she turned around, and looked at the house in front of her in a daze.

　　Bo Sichen also stopped, and his voice was low: "Bo has acquired this place and plans to redevelop it, if you want to continue to live here." Yan Yimu looked at him, and there were still a few tears left in his reddened eyes.

　　She wanted to thank Bo Sichen, but she always felt that she had said it so many times, but she was getting more and more wordy.

　　"If you want to say thank you, you don't have to." Bo Sichen got into the car, "After all, this is an agreement for our equivalent exchange." ”

　　The two went to the police station and reopened the case.

　　But the police officers who took over that year either retired or were transferred, and no one knew the details of the case except for the thin files.

　　However, due to Bo Sichen, the police still accepted it.

　　Yan Yimo looked out the window in amazement, and suddenly heard Bo Sichen next to him ask, "Who among your relatives is left-handed?" ”

　　Hearing this, she was stunned: "Relatives? ”

　　Now her only relative is her aunt Yang Wenjun, but she is not left-handed.

　　Yan Yimo shook his head: "No." ”

　　Bo Sichen frowned, tightened his lips and fell into thought.

　　It was past noon when I returned to Bo's house, but I didn't expect to see an old man sitting on the sofa as soon as I entered the door.

　　It's a thin old man.

　　Chapter XXV Disputes

　　Bo Sichen's face darkened, obviously not very satisfied with the arrival of Old Master Bo.

　　Yan Yimo stood beside him, looking at the two white-sided old people on the sofa, but their charm was not reduced, and there was some hesitation in their hearts.

　　He should be Bo Sichen's grandfather, now the supreme ruler of the Bo clan.

　　"You go up first." Bo Sichen gave her a look.

　　Wouldn't it be rude for her to walk like this?

　　Bo Sichen frowned and gestured again.

　　Yan Yimo could only bow slightly to Old Master Bo to show respect before going upstairs.

　　Old Master Bo had a look of surprise under his eyes.

　　The Yan Yimo I saw this time was obviously different from her at the last engagement party.

　　"What's the matter?" Bo Sichen maneuvered the wheelchair past, his tone indifferent.

　　Old Master Bo looked back, not angry and self-assured: "Si Chen, are you really planning to marry her?" ”

　　Hearing this, Bo Sichen's eyes flashed: "Is it difficult for me to marry who still wants you to check the pass?" ”

　　His harsh attitude made Old Master Bo look sullen: "You are the heir of the Bo clan, is it difficult for you to make others laugh at our Bo family and marry a fool?" "You think she's stupid?" Bo Sichen asked rhetorically.

　　Just now Yan Yimo's performance seemed to be a normal person, but he said: "But in the eyes of others, she is a fool." Bo Sichen sneered, "In the eyes of others, I am still a cripple."

　　Hearing this, Old Master Bo was stunned.

　　I couldn't imagine that Bo Sichen would expose his scars again and again for Yan Yimo, who didn't know that his grandson hated hearing the word "crippled" the most. "I'm not Ji Qianfei, and you don't want to learn from Ji Jia's set."

　　Bo Sichen threw down a sentence and asked the maid to push him into the elevator and upstairs.

　　Old Master Bo saw that he was so stubborn, angry and helpless.

　　But he also knew Bo Sichen's temper, and no one could easily change the good things he decided.

　　For a long time, he sighed deeply: "You don't want to be after...

　　In the room, Yan Yimo just wanted to take out the photos of his parents and grandmother, and the maid suddenly sent a few clothes over.

　　"Miss Yan, this is your new dress.

　　The maid placed the folded dress on the bed.

　　Yan Yimo looked at it, in addition to a few floral skirts, there were also some shirts with light colors.

　　She looked at the closet full of clothes and explained, "Actually, I only have a few clean sets of clothes, so I don't have to bring them anymore." But the servant said, "This was all ordered by the gentleman." "And he picked it himself.

　　She didn't say the last words, she thought bo Sichen must not want Yan Yimo to know.

　　"Beating

　　There was a knock at the door, and Yan Yimo looked at it, it was Bo Sichen.

　　The servant walked away silently.

　　Bo Sichen handed over a brand-new mobile phone: "There is my number in it." ”

　　Yan Yimo took it shyly and looked at him with some puzzlement.

　　"What, you really think I'm making you a prisoner?" Bo Sichen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Or do you want me to treat you as a prisoner?" The slightly mute voice seemed to carry an indescribable alternative temptation, making Yan Yimu's face hot and clutching the phone: "... Bo Sichen's gaze swept over the tip of her reddened ear and pressed the curvature of the corner of her lips: "Think about what else was missing back then." After saying that, he left.

　　The door slowly closed, Yan Yimo opened the mobile phone, and found that there was only one person in the phone number, WeChat and QQ, that is, Bo Sichen. But she was a little strange, his head was actually a lily.

　　Does he like lilies a lot?

　　den.

　　Bo Sichen changed Yan Yimo's remarks and turned out a phone number.

　　His lip line moved and he pressed the dial button.

　　After a few sounds, a slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

　　feed. ”

　　The opposite side was silent for two seconds, as if in surprise.

　　"Bo Sichen?

　　"That's right." Bo Sichen picked up an old photo and gently rubbed his fingers, "About Yan Yimo, I want to talk to you." ”

　　Chapter Twenty-Six: The Eyes Will Be Rewarded

　　teahouse.

　　The aroma of tea is fragrant, and the soothing music makes people feel relaxed.

　　However, here Bo Sichen and Ji Qianfei were fierce.

　　Ji Qianfei looked at Bo Sichen, who was drinking tea slowly on the other side, and his eyebrows were full of dissatisfaction with him.

　　The two had been silent for more than ten minutes, and neither had spoken first.

　　Finally, Ji Qianfei took the lead in opening the conversation box.

　　"When you come out of me, aren't you just trying to show off Yan Yimo at your place?"

　　The irony of the words did not make Bo Sichen angry, he put down the teacup and ticked the corner of his lips: "This is also one of them." ”

　　In words, Ji Qianfei's face was frozen.

　　"I heard that you and the Yan family had a marriage contract, didn't you?" Bo Sichen asked softly.

　　Speaking of the marriage contract, Ji Qianfei remembered the previous incident, and the person who originally had a marriage contract with him should be Yan Yimo.

　　He slowly tightened his fist and did not answer.

　　Bo Sichen glanced at him: "If Yan Yimo chooses you, are you going to live a new life with her?" ”

　　Ji Qianfei frowned: "What do you mean?" ”

　　"You should know about her parents." Bo Sichen poured a cup of tea, "Have you thought about helping her track down the murderer of her parents?" These words made Ji Qianfei shudder.

　　He looked at Bo Sichen: "Almost twenty years have passed since that incident, and the police are helpless, do they still want to trap her in that cage forever?" Bo Si looked deeply, "That means that even if you are with her, you will not help her?"

　　"She needs a healthy new life."

　　In Ji Qianfei's view, Yan Yimo has suffered for many years, and he does not want to force her, he only wants her to be happy.

　　With a "bang", Bo Sichen slammed the teacup in his hand on the table.

　　His cold eyes were as sharp as ice blades: "Ji Qianfei, although you are a doctor, your compassion should not be too overflowing."

　　Ji Qianfei sneered, "Isn't it true that everyone is like Bo Shaojing who must be rewarded?" ”

　　"It's a pity that you can't be with Yan Yimo in your life." Bo Sichen stared at him, with the pride of a victor in his eyes. Ji Qianfei's expression darkened: "Why are you so sure?" ”

　　"By virtue of you, the god of heaven, you do not understand the suffering of the flower god.

　　Bo Sichen's words stunned him.

　　I couldn't imagine that Bo Sichen, who had always been cold and arrogant, would say such a "stupid" thing, but this short sentence made Ji Qianfei unable to find a place to refute it. "If you don't believe me, I'll give you a chance."

　　Bo Sichen asked people to take a pen and paper and wrote down a number: "This is Yan Yimo's phone, and it is also her WeChat."

　　For such a generous act of his, Ji Qianfei was not only surprised but also wary.

　　Bo Sichen put the paper on the table: "Don't feel embarrassed if you lose, because I already know the result in advance." ”

　　With that, he steered his wheelchair away.

　　Ji Qianfeiyin had a calm face, and his eyes fell on the number on the table.

　　Bo Sichen was indeed arrogant, but every sentence seemed to poke him in the hole of death.

　　But he didn't believe it, Yan Yimo had always regarded him as a reincarnated god, how could he easily give up the faith he had insisted on for many years. After a long time, Ji Qianfei picked up the note, folded it and put it in his pocket.

　　Yan Yimo squatted by the lake, looking at the fish in the water in a daze.

　　She was still thinking about the night her parents were killed.

　　In retrospect, she found that she was not as scared as before, perhaps thanks to Bo Sichen, who gave her the courage to face those things. Yan Yimo took a deep breath and refocused his attention on the memory.

　　In addition to being left-handed, the murderer seems to be a man...

　　After thinking about it for half a day, Yan Yimo still couldn't think of any more accurate details, and at that time, she was too scared to look closely. At this time, the mobile phone in my pocket rang.

　　She took it out and looked at it, and it was an unknown call.

　　Yan Yimu looked puzzled, this number should be known to no one except Bo Sichen.

　　She hesitated for a few seconds before pressing the answer button.

　　"Hello?"

　　Hearing a familiar voice, Yan Yimo slammed into the room. It's Ji Qianfei.

　　Chapter XXVII Salutations

　　Yan Yimo's eyes were full of shock: "Doctor Ji? How did you...

　　Hearing the title of "Doctor Ji", Ji Qianfei couldn't help but feel astringent: "Didn't you call me Qianfei?" ”

　　Hearing the words, Yan Yi foamed at the eyes and did not answer.

　　Without hearing a response, Ji Qianfei asked again, "You are the most... Are you okay? ”

　　"Hmm." Yan Yimo pulled the corners of his mouth, not knowing what to say.

　　The two were silent for a while, and Ji Qianfei's voice gradually became low: "I have dissolved my marriage contract with Si Yan." ”Z.L.D.J

　　Yan Yimo was stunned, and after reacting, he did not feel how happy he was, but was surprised.

　　She lifted her head and looked at the bright sky.

　　Have you ever been disappointed and never moved again?

　　"Si Yan loves you very much." She could see it.

　　However, when Ji Qianfei heard these words, his heart was immediately cut like a red-hot knife.

　　Even if Yan Yimo asked "why", the confidence in his heart would be a little more.

　　Ji Qiangqiang endured the sting in his heart and said in a dumb voice, "If the Heavenly God turns back, can the Flower God wait for him?" ”

　　Yan Yimo lowered her head, looked at the fish in the lake, and smiled with red eyes: "Doctor Ji, what are you talking about?" Where in the world are there any gods and flower gods? ”

　　Two short sentences seem to completely negate the past.

　　Her years of waiting and longing had all turned into a smoke cloud at this moment.

　　Yan Yimo took a deep breath: "Sorry, I still have something to do, I'll hang up first." ”

　　After saying that, without waiting for Ji Qianfei to answer, he hung up the phone directly.

　　She stood up, but she didn't know whether it was because she had been squatting for too long or because of anemia, and her eyes suddenly went black, and she fell backwards with her head up.

　　But there was no pain in the imagination, but instead sat on someone with a muffled hum.

　　Yan Yi was stunned, she shook her head, and when the scene in front of her was clear, she looked down and saw that there was another leg under her legs.

　　"Comfortable sitting?"

　　A hoarse voice with a stoic voice sounded in the back of her head.

　　Yan Yimo's heart was shocked, and he quickly got up and turned around.

　　Sure enough, it was Bo Sichen.

　　His frozen face seemed to be fixed with a hint of redness.

　　"Yes, I'm sorry..." Yan Yimo apologized in embarrassment.

　　Bo Sichen hid the emotion in her eyes, looked at the mobile phone she was holding in her hand, and her eyes darkened: "Who are you talking to on the phone?"

　　Yan Yimo didn't know that he was asking knowingly, but he also replied truthfully: "Dr. Ji." ”

　　Hearing the name "Doctor Ji", Bo Sichen couldn't help but feel a trace of pleasure in his heart that he had never had before.

　　But when it came to salutation, he remembered that Yan Yimo had never called him by his name, and the only time he called him "Bo Shao" like others.

　　Thinking of this, Bo Sichen's face suddenly pulled down again.

　　Yan Yimo thought he was angry about the phone call, so he explained, "I don't know how he knows this phone number." ”

　　Hearing this, Bo Sichen frowned slightly, "If you want to find him, go look for him."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, he was eager to bite off his tongue.

　　It sounded sour and the tone was like being jealous.

　　But Yan Yimo didn't seem to pay attention, but looked at the call record of the mobile phone and said: "No, I think I should have given up a long time ago, and..."

　　She raised her head and looked at Bo Sichen: "I promised you."

　　After hearing this, Bo Sichen's heart seemed to hit the marshmallow, soft and soft, with a hint of sweetness.

　　However, there was still a little bit of loss, as if Yan Yimo did not notice the tone and emotion in his words.

　　Bo Sichen's eyebrows slowly unfolded, changing the subject: "What did you think of?" ”

　　Yan Yimo was stunned for a moment, did not react, and when he remembered what he had thought before answering the phone, he shook his head: "No, I just remembered that it should be a man." "Man, Zosa.

　　In addition to this information, it is difficult for even a detective to rely on such a little information to solve a case that has lasted for nearly twenty years.

　　"Bo Shao, dinner is ready."

　　The maid came over and respectfully reminded him

　　Bo Sichen nodded and looked at Yan Yimo: "Let's go."

　　Chapter Twenty-Eight Business Reception

　　At the dinner table, Yan Yimo had learned the lesson of the last time and no longer dared to peek at Bo Sichen.

　　Bo Sichen didn't seem to have much of an appetite, holding his phone and not knowing what he was watching.

　　He looked up at Yan Yimo, who was eating, and his eyebrows rose again, as if he was making some choice.

　　Yan Yimo glanced at the dishes on the table: "If you don't eat any more, you will be cold." ”

　　"Yan Yimo.

　　Well? ”

　　Bo Sichen put down his mobile phone: "There is a business cocktail party in four days."

　　Yan Yimo did not speak, but looked at him incomprehensibly.

　　Business cocktails don't have much to do with her, right?

　　"I want you to go with me." Bo Sichen looked at her with an irresistible majesty in his tone.

　　Yan Yimo's eyes widened: "Me? ...

　　"Don't embarrass me." Bo Sichen picked up the chopsticks and did not give her a chance to refute it.

　　Seeing that he was so tough, Yan Yimo couldn't resign at all.

　　She looked at the rice in the bowl and made it difficult.

　　She had already lost face at Ji Qianfei's engagement party, and now it wasn't long before she reappeared, what would others say about Bo Sichen?

　　Bo Sichen chewed slowly and methodically, and raised his eyes to look at a face that was difficult to color.

　　In the past, he would refuse the cocktail party, but this time he accepted it because Meng Siyan and Yang Wenjun would also go.

　　In front of them, Yan Yimo still lacked the pride he deserved.

　　Even if you are cultivating, you should not let others bully you.

　　A few days later.

　　Bo Sichen called Aisha Bini's stylists to the house.

　　This time the occasion was more formal than the last, and the costumer chose a red one-shoulder fishtail skirt.

　　Bo Sichen looked up and down at this evening dress, and saw that the costume master's heart was hairy.

　　Suddenly, Bo Sichen said coldly, "Add a shawl."

　　Hearing this, the costumer smiled dryly: "Bo Shao, this evening dress can perfectly outline the curve of Miss Yan's figure, to..."

　　However, before he could finish speaking, he was frightened by Bo Sichen's look and swallowed all the words back.

　　Finally, although he did not add a shawl, he saw Yan Yi's long, soft hair scattered at will, covering a large piece of skin, and the displeasure in Bo Sichen's eyes was reduced. Yan Yimo sat absently, thinking about her parents in her heart.

　　When he returned to God, he saw that Bo Sichen's face was so close to him.

　　Her heart seemed to have missed a beat, and she wanted to stand up and avoid it, but Bo Sichen suddenly reached out and pinned a strand of hair next to her cheek behind her ear.

　　The movement was gentle as if it were treating some rare treasure, but the eyebrows still carried the innate coldness.

　　"The case is progressing again."

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo was stunned.

　　Bo Sichen wrapped his fingertips around the black hair and whispered, "The old police officer who was in charge of this case found him, he..."

　　He didn't say anything, which made Yan Yimo a little anxious: "You say! ”

　　"If you want to know, then do well tonight." Bo Sichen withdrew his hand, "Yang Wenjun and Meng Siyan are also there." ”

　　Later, it seemed as if to remind her that what she had to do now was to make herself appear in front of everyone with dignity.

　　We must also regain the dignity we deserve from them.

　　Yan Yimo clenched his fists, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction in his slightly reddened eyes, but in order to know the progress of his parents' case as soon as possible, he could only force all his emotions back. That night, the Knoll Hotel.

　　Melodious piano music accompanies the aroma of wine throughout the reception.

　　The celebrity Fu jia stood in pairs, each holding champagne in his hand and a polite smile on his face.

　　Lu Siyan stood by the pool, a look of impatience.

　　Yang Wenjun smiled and responded to a few business partners and then lowered his voice: "Si Yan, pay attention to controlling your expression."

　　"Mom, why do I have to come here?"

　　Chapter Twenty-Nine Tit-for-Tat

　　Lu Siyan glanced around in disgust.

　　These days, because I am upset enough about Ji Qianfei, I am still asked to come to this cocktail party. Yang Wenjun frowned: "In the future, Meng Shi will be handed over to you, how do you learn not to learn how to do socile and sociable?" Speaking of The O Clan, Lu Siyan was even more angry in her heart.

　　Now when people in the mall talk about Meng's enterprises, they will always add a suffix: it is the former Yan's enterprises. At this time, the sound of people talking suddenly stopped.

　　"You see, isn't that thin? The women around him are so familiar.

　　"Isn't she the one who made an ugly appearance at Meng Qianjin's engagement party?" How did it get here? ”

　　"I heard she was mentally ill and was talking gibberish at people's engagement parties."

　　…”

　　The whispers entered the ears of Lu Siyan and Yang Wenjun, and their faces changed suddenly.

　　Meng Siyan stared at Yan Yimu, who was dressed in a must-to-do dress, and the anger and jealousy that had been suppressed for many days seemed to be about to gush out at this moment.

　　She uncontrollably stepped forward and was thinking about going over, but was pulled by Yang Wenjun.

　　“

　　"Don't be ashamed, learn to be calm in everything you do." Yang Wenjun lowered his voice, but there was obviously a lot of anger in his tone.

　　The arrival of Bo Sichen, who rarely appeared at the cocktail party, made many people change the law to make a fuss.

　　Bo Sichen had a cold face, exuding the breath of "stay away from me" all the time.

　　Yang Wenjun took the champagne and walked over with an elegant step: "Bo Shao, I didn't expect you to come here too." ”

　　During the conversation, the gaze was not swept towards Yan Yimu.

　　However, today's Yan Yimo seems to have changed as a person, she is still a faint expression that does not change, but looking at her eyes has a little more pride than ever. It was as if she was really a god, staring at the mortals in front of her.

　　Yang Wenjun sneered in her heart, she did not believe that people who had been bullied for so many years could still have a proud bone.

　　Bo Sichen raised his eyes: "I have no interest in these meaningless activities at all, but I just want to play with them." ”

　　A sentence belittles the people around him who are inflammatory, and also shows the importance of Yan Yimo to himself.

　　When the people around them heard this, they could only pretend not to hear it, and no one dared to talk about anything.

　　Meng Siyan stood behind Yang Wenjun, eager to turn her eyes into a blade and stab at Yan Yimo's body.

　　Yan Yimo looked at the two people in front of him and smiled politely: "Aunt, Si Yan, good evening." ”

　　She was in good shape and generous, and it is hard to imagine that she spent several years in a mental hospital.

　　When Yang Wenjun saw her smile like this, a trace of hatred crossed her eyes.

　　And this subtle emotion was captured by Bo Sichen.

　　Why did she hate Yan Yimu so much?

　　Remembering Yan Mu's face that had been slashed twice when she died, his eyes darkened.

　　"Yi Mo, after following Bo Shao, your mental state is better, and this time you won't be as rash as last time, right?"

　　Yang Wenjun seemed to be kind enough to remind him, but the words were stingy, as if he was deliberately letting everyone think back to what humiliating things Yan Yimo had done before.

　　Yan Yimo smiled without changing his face: "Yes, without you and Si Yan, my mental state is indeed much better." ”

　　Hearing this, Bo Sichen revealed a smile for the first time in the world.

　　He looked at Yang Wenjun's face that was trying to maintain his expression, and said in a timely manner: "Sorry Mrs. Meng, I am usually too accustomed to her."

　　Yang Wenjun secretly took a deep breath, and pi smiled and did not smile: "Niece is doing well, of course, my aunt is also happy." ”

　　Meng Siyan, who had not been speaking, could not see Yan Yimo's momentum prevail at all.

　　She took a step forward and suddenly said, "Bo Shao, have you forgotten Yan Yimo's hook-up?" ”

　　Hearing this, Bo Sichen's eyes were momentarily cloudy.

　　Lu Siyan did not perceive it, but looked at Yan Yimo, and her voice gradually rose: "Yan Yimo, you are a fool, but you should also be literate, do you know how to write the word 'shame'?" ”

　　Chapter 30 Ritual Numbers

　　The atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone did not dare to come out, but just silently looked at the two beauties who were facing each other with different appearances and temperaments. Yan Yimo looked directly at Meng Siyan, not feeling the slightest fluster.

　　She looked at Bo Sichen and saw that he was looking at herself, and those ink eyes seemed to give her confidence.

　　Yan Yimo narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Can you write, do you want me to teach you?" I can also teach you the word 'etiquette'. ”

　　Lu Siyan's face turned red and white, obviously angry with her.

　　However, in the eyes of others, the Yan Yimo in front of him did not want to be as mentally ill as others said.

　　Singing and harmonizing with Bo Sichen, Yang Wenjun and Meng Siyan's mother and daughter were speechless, where there was a mental illness.

　　People have an innate ability to think, and they begin to associate what they know with what Yan Yimo just said.

　　Unconsciously, I felt that Yang Wenjun was not good to this niece, otherwise how could he throw a good person into a mental hospital, even if it was normal, staying inside for so long would be crazy.

　　Yang Wenjun saw that the momentum was not right, and immediately pulled Meng Siyan.

　　At this time, a figure came from behind Yan Yimo, and Meng Siyan was stunned: "Qianfei? ”

　　Hearing this name, Bo Sichen instinctively frowned.

　　Yan Yimo was shy, turned around, but saw Ji Qianfei in a black suit standing in front of him.

　　His face was a little haggard, there was still undeveloped blood in his eyes, and the whole person was not as radiant as before.

　　Ji Qianfei looked at the more mature and feminine Yan Yimo in front of him than before, and then remembered the conversation between the two a few days ago, and his heart that had been in pain for days suddenly twitched "Yi Mo"

　　Yan Yimu's eyes drooped slightly, and he nodded, "Doctor Ji, good evening."

　　Bo Sichen coughed softly and narrowed his eyes, "Yi Mo, gone." ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo turned back, stopped looking at Ji Qianfei, and followed Bo Sichen to the other side.

　　Ji Qianfei was heartbroken, but he could only watch her leave.

　　This time, he had no courage to keep it.

　　"Qianfei, do you know that Yan Yimo is her...

　　Meng Siyan originally wanted to accuse Yan Yimo of being unreasonable, but Ji Qianfei turned his feet and left.

　　"Pour!" Her eyes were red, angry and sad.

　　"Si Yan." Yang Wenjun grabbed her, and his eyes fell on Bo Sichen.

　　She frowned, and a glint of fierce calculation flashed in her eyes.

　　As the lights intersected, Bo Sichen picked up a glass of juice and handed it to Yan Yimu: "The mouth is still quite strong." ”

　　He raised an eyebrow, with a rare admiration in his eyes.

　　Yan Yimo took the juice and smiled: "Thinner and less learned."

　　When Bo Sichen heard the title "Bo Shao", his eyebrows frowned

　　What is the difference between such a title and "Dr. Ji"?

　　He didn't want his position in her heart to be the same as Ji Qianfei's, no, he didn't want Ji Qianfei to still exist in her heart.

　　"Yan Yimo." Bo Sichen looked at her, and his voice was hoarse.

　　Yan Yimu took a sip of juice and looked at him doubtfully.

　　The light was imprinted on her face, the light and shadow seemed to outline the most perfect proportions on her delicate face, and her eyes were more like hiding a vast star.

　　Bo Sichen was stunned, and the words in his mouth were stuck on his lips.

　　"What's wrong?" Yan Yimo asked.

　　Bo Sichen looked back, and his face turned red involuntarily, like a fire burning from the bottom of his heart to his brain.

　　He turned his head, his tone tinged with a rare embarrassment: "Nothing, I'll go make a phone call, you wait a minute."

　　After saying that, he steered the wheelchair and left.

　　Yan Yimo was stunned for a moment, if she was not mistaken, was Bo Sichen's ears red?

　　She looked down at the juice in her hand and couldn't help but laugh.

　　Although Bo Sichen is moody and his mouth is quite poisonous, but... It was still lovely.

　　Chapter Thirty-One Falling water

　　By the pool, Bo Sichen looked at the sparkling water with a confused look, and his mood was somewhat complicated.

　　He was like a hairy boy who had just opened his heart and was pestering the girl's mind.

　　He rubbed the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers, and his eyes were slightly shy.

　　Vaguely, a deliberately light footstep made Bo Sichen's eyebrows tighten.

　　But before he could turn around to see who it was, the wheelchair was suddenly pushed into the pool by a force.

　　With a "poof", Bo Sichen fell into the deep water of the pool along with his wheelchair.

　　On the other hand, Yan Yimo began to be a little anxious after asking the waiter about the time.

　　Bo Sichen has been gone for so long, why hasn't he come back?

　　Thinking about it, the unhappiness in her heart made her put down the cup and get up and go in the direction bo Sichen left.

　　Through a corridor, Yan Yimo walked to the other side of the hotel, which is an open-air pool with only one light on.

　　She called out tentatively, "Bo Shao? ”

　　Seeing no response, she looked around: "Bo Sichen?

　　There was still no response, but a reflective thing by the pool caught Yan Yimo's attention.

　　She walked over and picked it up and found it to be a ring.

　　"This...

　　Before she could think about who the ring was, a figure under the water startled her.

　　There is also a chair-like object next to the figure, is it difficult, that is Bo Sichen!?

　　Yan Yimo thought to himself, "Bo Sichen! ”

　　With a "poof", she jumped without hesitation.

　　The feeling of being flooded by the water hit Bo Sichen's increasingly shallow consciousness, and he opened his eyes slightly, only to feel that everything in front of him began to slowly turn white. It felt like déjà vu, like when he was in a car accident when he was eight years old.

　　Is he going to die?

　　This realization seemed to open the door to memory, and scenes flashed through his mind.

　　And every scene turned out to be about Yan Yimo.

　　Along with these memory pictures, Bo Sichen only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

　　However, just before his sight disappeared, a figure swam toward him.

　　As he got closer, his heart, which seemed to be about to stop beating at the next moment, seemed to pick up the rhythm.

　　Yan Yimo!

　　Her long black hair was like seaweed in the water, and her fishtail skirt swayed in the water with her long hair, like a real mermaid.

　　Yan Yimo grabbed Bo Sichen's hand and struggled to pull him up.

　　Through the faint light, she saw that Bo Sichen seemed to be unconscious, and her heart couldn't help but tighten.

　　She held his head, pressed her lips to his lips, and gave him her breath.

　　"Whoops" a sound, the water splashed around.

　　Yan Yimo hugged Bo Sichen and leaned against the edge of the pool, and his hand gently slapped his face: "Bo Sichen! You wake up! Bo Sichen! ”

　　However, Bo Sichen closed his eyes tightly, did not respond, and even breathed very weakly.

　　Yan Yimo scanned around in a panic and shouted, "Come on! Help me! ”

　　But no matter how she called for help, no one ever came.

　　Yan Yimo gritted his teeth and swam to the side of the escalator with Bo Sichen in his arms, and it took all his strength to pull Bo Sichen up.

　　But she did not dare to stop, and with a shaking hand, she untied his tie and collar and gave him artificial respiration and cardiopulmonary resuscitation as the hospital nurse had taught him. The water was mixed with sweat from the ends of his hair and chin, yan Yi's eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse: "Bo Sichen, you are about to wake up...

　　At this moment, she didn't know why there was an indescribable sense of fear.

　　This feeling is not like the disappearance of the belief in the past, but a direct collapse.

　　Yan Yimo endured this devouring pain and continued to give Bo Sichen first aid.

　　I don't know how long it took, her hands were already trembling with pain, and the last bit of strength had been used up.

　　Yan Yimo collapsed to the ground, she looked at Bo Sichen's pale face, and her heart seemed to be held by a large hand.

　　"Bo Sichen...

　　Chapter Thirty-Two The Most Poisonous Woman's Heart

　　"Cough cough cough..."

　　Suddenly, Bo Sichen coughed violently, and water was coughed out of his mouth and nose.

　　Yan Yimu's dim eyes lit up, and he hurriedly helped him up: "Bo Sichen! Are you okay? ”

　　Bo Sichen took a big breath, and the air poured into his brain, which slowly cleared his consciousness.

　　He slowly turned his head and bumped into those red eyes that were full of surprise and fear.

　　Recalling the memories in the water, Bo Sichen called out in a dumb voice: "Yan Yimo...

　　This sound seemed to suddenly pull away all of Yan Yimo's tense emotions, and she suddenly loosened up, but her voice was still trembling: "You're fine, it's okay..."

　　But as she spoke, the tears in her red eyes slid down uncontrollably.

　　Bo Sichen looked at the tears on her face, and her heart couldn't help but tighten, but she didn't know how to be comforted.

　　"Cry what, I'm not dead yet."

　　The extremely awkward tone made it sound like he was blaming her for weakness.

　　Yan Yimo looked at him, a touch of grievance crossed his face, and the tears could not help but confiscate back, but more.

　　Bo Sichen was a little annoyed, and her heart was faintly twitching because of her tears.

　　He raised his hand, took Yan Yimu into his arms, and caressed in a gentle voice that had never been seen before, "Don't cry, I'm fine." ”

　　Yan Yimo was stunned, feeling the original cold body gradually warming up, and suddenly burst into tears.

　　Fierce also cried, Ji Wei also cried, Bo Sichen had a big head, but still patiently patted her back.

　　But the next moment, he froze, and his eyes slowly shocked, even with a suppressed joy.

　　Did Yan Yimo cry because he was afraid he would die? Is she worried about him?

　　she... Do you care about him?

　　After a while, Yan Yimo stopped crying, and she sucked in the red nose: "How can you be so careless, how deep is this pool?" "If she hadn't come looking for him, maybe he would have actually drowned here."

　　Bo Sichen's attention was diverted, and he cooled his face: "I'm not stupid enough to that point." ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo sat up straight: "You mean someone harmed you?" ”

　　Bo Sichen nodded, and the tenderness under his eyes instantly turned into a suffocating.

　　Dare to attack him, it seems that this man is not timid.

　　"That's right." Yan Yimo lifted up the ring that had been holding in his hand, "This is what I picked up by the pool." ”

　　Bo Sichen looked at it, this ring was small, and the style was obviously worn by a woman. Z.L.D.J

　　"Leave this alone, you'll have to go to the hospital."

　　Yan Yimo put away the ring and prepared to call someone, but was stopped by Bo Sichen, who asked her to go out through the side door and call the bodyguard in.

　　Halfway through the reception, the two left the hotel.

　　hospital.

　　Bo Sichen opened his face and waited for the ward door to close, he looked at the doctor: "Can I still stand up?" ”

　　Hearing this, the doctor was stunned.

　　Bo Sichen had resisted treatment before because he knew that the hope of standing up was very slim, but he did not expect him to suddenly mention this.

　　The doctor replied and carefully considered the words: "Bo Shao, in fact, if you cooperate with the information, there is still a possibility of standing up."

　　"How sure are you?" Bo Sichen asked.

　　... Fifteen percent. The doctor replied stiffly.

　　I don't want Bo Sichen to be angry because of this small number, but calmly excessively: "Your seasonal treatment plan will start when I am finished." The doctor was surprised, but still nodded: "Good."

　　After the doctor went out, Bo Sichen took out the ring that Yan Yimo had given her from his pocket and looked at it carefully.

　　His eyes narrowed slightly, and he always felt that this ring was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

　　Suddenly, Yang Wenjun flashed through his mind.

　　Bo Sichen sneered, "The most poisonous woman's heart." ”

　　Chapter Thirty-Three: Marrying The Curse

　　Back at home, Bo Sichen asked Yan Yimo to take a shower and change his clothes, and went to the study by himself.

　　After taking out the information about the case of Yan Father and Mother, he took out from the drawer the letter sent by the old police officer who was in charge of the case. Inside were several detailed photographs of the scene recorded at the time.

　　Bo Sichen frowned and took out the photo of the tragic death of Yan's father and mother and put it back.

　　Yan Yimo pushed open the door, relaxed his steps and walked in.

　　Seeing Bo Sichen sitting at her desk, she was trying to persuade him to rest, but when she saw something on the table, her pace stagnated.

　　these... Information about the murder of her parents!

　　Bo Sichen looked at her frightened eyes, and his voice was gentle: "Sit down."

　　When Yan Yimo sat down next to him, he put the photo in his hand on the table: "This is the trace of the scene taken by the police at that time." ”

　　Yan Yimo watched, only to feel that his breathing began to suffocate.

　　The photo is covered with bright red blood and the injured hands of parents.

　　She couldn't help but tighten the corners of her clothes, trying to suppress the fear that still remained in her heart.

　　"Do you know about Yang Wenjun?" Bo Sichen asked with a furrowed brow.

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo raised his head: "What happened to her?" ”

　　For this aunt, it was actually difficult for him to treat her as a relative, not only because she was harsh on herself, but also because of the innate disgust.

　　"Don't you wonder why her surname is Yang?" Bo Sichen picked up a document and handed it to her.

　　Yan Yimo took it and instantly replied, "Grandma said that because her aunt was supernatural, she ...

　　"Look first." Bo Sichen interrupted her.

　　He tapped his fingertips on the table and watched Yan Yimu's expression change from disbelief to shock.

　　"Isn't she my aunt?" Yan Yimo raised her head, "But my parents and my grandmother never told me." ”

　　Bo Sichen's thin lips lightly opened: "Don't you think that her hatred for you is far greater than an aunt's dissatisfaction with her niece?" ”

　　Yan Yi foamed at the throat and didn't know what to say.

　　Indeed, Yang Wenjun's attitude towards her was like an enemy with a feud, but from childhood to adulthood, they did not have much contact.

　　"Your parents' death may have something to do with her.

　　Bo Sichen's words made Yan Yimo's heart tremble: "She? ”

　　"Don't forget, your father's hard work is in her hands, and logically, you are the first person who should inherit the family business."

　　He took out the ring, and his eyes grew colder: "Moreover, her courage is not the usual big." "It's also fierce enough.

　　Yan Yimo looked at the ring in his hand and frowned: "You mean, she is the one who pushed you into the water?" ”

　　"In her eyes, I am your patron." Bo Sichen reached out and rubbed her head, "Maybe if I die, she will blame you." The affectionate act made Yan Yimu's eyes flutter.

　　Bo Sichen's hands stiffened before he reacted to what he had done.

　　He pressed his lips and withdrew his hand: "... In short, you'd better not leave my sight until there's hard evidence.

　　Yan Yimo turned to the side and nodded with a slightly red face: "Can I take these back to the room to see?" ”

　　Bo Sichen nodded and swept the file bag containing the photo of Yan Father and Mother into the drawer.

　　Yan Yimo stood up, picked up the document and prepared to go back to the room, when suddenly, the people behind her stopped her.

　　She turned around and looked at Bo Sichen questioningly.

　　Bo Sichen looked away, and his tone was a little unnatural: "Don't call me Bo Shao in the future." Hearing this, Yan Yi's eyes flashed: "..."

　　"Okay, let's get out." Bo Sichen waved his hand and turned around.

　　Yan Yimo looked at the back that was actually full of childishness, and couldn't help but smile. She walked to a halt and took a deep breath: "Late season, Bo Sichen." ”

　　Chapter Thirty-Four Rainy Night

　　The soft voice seemed to pluck the strings of Bo Sichen's heart, causing a throbbing.

　　After a "click" and a soft closing sound, he turned around and forgot about the past, and the corner of his lips curved a small arc: "Late season."

　　A few days later.

　　Loud music, dazzling lights, he sat at the bar and kept pouring wine into his mouth.

　　Lu Siyan, who had chased after her, looked left and right, and finally saw the people in front of the bar in the chaos.

　　She quickly stepped forward and snatched the bottle in Ji Qianfei's hand: "Qianfei, don't drink it."

　　Ji Qianfei glanced at her confusedly: "Emu? ”

　　Meng Siyan's face stiffened, and she clenched her fists in anger: "I am Meng Siyan."

　　Hearing this, the surprise in Ji Qianfei's eyes was instantly sealed, and he picked up a bottle of wine again, looked up and swallowed.

　　"Pour!"

　　Meng Siyan tried to stop it again, but was pushed away by Ji Qianfei: "Go away."

　　The wine ran down the corners of his mouth and wet his collar.

　　With a "bang", Ji Qianfei put down the wine bottle, and his reddened eyes looked at the wine glass on the table: "Why can't you wait more... In his mind, Yan Yimo's back as he turned around and Bo Sichen left was like a needle piercing his heart.

　　He didn't understand why Yan Yimo could give up on him so easily.

　　No matter what she said or did, she used to follow behind her tirelessly, but when he wanted to turn around, she left. Lu Siyan looked at the decadent Ji Qianfei in front of her, only to feel that her heart was immersed in the ice cellar. Dai-Du-Lu-Lu-Ji

　　He disregarded the face of the Meng family and the Ji family to break the marriage contract, and even drank alcohol here regardless of the image, all for the sake of Yan Yimo. "Ji Qianfei, which point of Yan Yimo is worth remembering?" Can't you see it? She's just playing you! ”

　　Meng Siyan's eyes were red, and her hoarse voice was full of sorrow.

　　Ji Qianfei's cold eyes glanced at her, and he didn't pay attention to it, but just continued to drink wine.

　　As the night grew darker, the lively atmosphere in the bar still did not diminish.

　　Meng Siyan sat on the bar chair, holding back the emotions in her heart and looking at the already drunk and unconscious Ji Qianfei.

　　"Emu... Ji Qianfei's head was lying in the crook of his arm.

　　Meng Siyan took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to cry and helped him up: "Qianfei, don't drink, I will send you home." She struggled to hold Ji Qianfei, who was one head taller than herself, and left the bar shakily.

　　She stopped a taxi and sent people back to the apartment.

　　When Ji Qianfei was helped to the room, Meng Siyan gasped for breath exhaustedly.

　　However, a neatly folded set of clothes and pants at the head of the bed made her eyes prick.

　　This dress was worn by Yan Yimo.

　　Meng Siyan stood up, grabbed her clothes and threw them on the ground and stomped on them fiercely: "Yan Yimo, Yan Yimo, the ghost is not scattered!" She gasped heavily and looked up at Ji Qianfei, who was lying groggy on the bed.

　　Suddenly, a more fierce hatred arose in Meng Siyan's eyes than before.

　　She turned off the light, raised her hand to take off her clothes, and lay naked.

　　"Pouring." Lu Siyan caressed Ji Qianfei's face and said a word in his ear, "I am Yan Yimo...

　　Yan Yimo, who had been asleep, was suddenly awakened by the sound of thunder.

　　She sat up and looked out the window.

　　it's raining.

　　She lay down again, but the drowsiness was gone.

　　Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table lit up

　　Yan Yimo took it over, and it turned out to be Bo Sichen's WeChat message.

　　He hadn't even slept yet.

　　Close the windows and there is wind

　　She smiled a little, her fingertips tapping quickly on the screen.

　　I fell asleep and couldn't see the news.

　　After sending it over, but in a few seconds, Bo Sichen returned.

　　At the end, a pig's head expression was also sent.

　　Yan Yimo skimmed his lips and was thinking about what to say back, when suddenly a text message came. She was stunned, this number... Ji Yifei?

　　Yan Yimo hesitated for a moment and opened the text message.

　　A photo of Lu Siyan and Ji Qianfei snuggling together came into view.

　　Chapter Thirty-Five Never Forgive

　　Yan Yimo's eyes narrowed, "This...

　　Ji Qianfei and Lu Siyan covered the quilt, and neither of them seemed to be wearing clothes.

　　She frowned tightly, how could Ji Qianfei send such a photo to herself in the middle of the night?

　　Yan Yimo got out of bed, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and leaned against the curtain, looking down at the two people on the phone.

　　For a long time, she raised her head to look at the dark sky outside the window, and a touch of silence crossed her eyes: "Grandma, my reincarnated god is really not him... Perhaps because of disappointment, Yan Yimo could no longer recall his original enthusiasm.

　　The vibration of the mobile phone made her return to God, this time it was Bo Sichen's message.

　　Go to bed one by one. One

　　Yan Bent the corner of his mouth with his lips, set aside those annoying emotions, and boldly returned a pig's head expression.

　　In the next room, Bo Sichen looked at the expression sent by the opposite side and was stunned for a moment, and then unconsciously drew the corner of his lips.

　　She was getting bolder.

　　However, Yan Yimo's boldness made him feel unexpectedly good, it was raining heavily outside, but his heart seemed to be illuminated into the sun.

　　As soon as it was dark, Lu Siyan left Ji Qianfei's apartment and returned home.

　　But as soon as I entered the door, I saw Yang Wenjun sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a serious face.

　　Lu Siyan was stroking her long hair, and her eyes were a little flustered.

　　Yang Wenjun got up and walked over, raised his hand to brush her hair, and the red prints on the white skin were unusually dazzling.

　　"Lu Siyan!" Yang Wenjun was furious and reprimanded, "Have you forgotten your identity?" Actually gave me a fool's errand outside! ”

　　Meng Siyan quickly explained: "Mom, I, I am and Qiufei...

　　Hearing this, Yang Wenjun was stunned: "Ji Qianfei? you...

　　"Mom, I really don't want to lose My Wife." Meng Siyan cried out, trying to make Yang Wenjun soft.

　　Yang Wenjun looked at his daughter who was not angry, angry and helpless.

　　These days, because of the events at the cocktail party, she has been worried, although no one has found out, bo Sichen has not tracked down, but she is still cautious. After a while, Yang Wenjun calmed down the anger that surged in his chest and returned to the sofa to sit down: "Forget it, don't tangle with Yan Yimo in the future." "At present, it is still the matter of Lu Siyan and Ji Qianfei.

　　Meng Siyan did not dare to refute it, and could only grit her teeth secretly and swallow the unwilling anger in her heart.

　　On the other side, Ji Qianfei woke up.

　　The heavy head was dizzy and painful, and he shook and rubbed his temples.

　　Suddenly, his confused eyes flickered.

　　Ji Qianfei lifted the quilt and found himself naked, but what made him feel more in the ventricle was the dazzling red color on the sheets.

　　The other pillow was sunken into one piece, and it seemed that someone had slept there not long ago.

　　In an instant, Ji Qianfei seemed to fall into the abyss.

　　His pupils clenched, his throbbing brain constantly reminiscing about last night.

　　He only remembers drinking in the bar, and then Meng Siyan came...

　　Meng Siyan?

　　Could it be that he and Meng Siyan!

　　Such speculation is like a thunder exploding in Ji Qianfei's ears, and remorse is accompanied by guilt.

　　He clutched his hair and lowered his head with a pale face.

　　How should he face Yan Yimo

　　After a night of rain, the whole backyard was filled with a smell of grass and dampness.

　　Yan Yimo and Bo Sichen sat by the lake, feeding the fish in the water together.

　　"This morning the police came with news that the case may involve Yang Wenjun." Bo Sichen paused and looked at Yan Yimo, "If it is really her, are you going to do this?" ，

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimu's eyes darkened: "Killing people pays for their lives, if it is really her, I will never forgive."

　　Hearing this answer, Bo Sichen nodded with satisfaction.

　　Chapter Thirty-Six Return home

　　Yan Yimo turned his head and looked suspicious: "My hometown is in the countryside." ”

　　She had always felt that a big young master like Bo Sichen would not go to a place in a poor and remote area.

　　Bo Sichen threw all the fish food in his hand into the water: "I know."

　　He didn't say much, but he had already made it clear that he was going.

　　Yan Yimo looked at him, his eyes were full of doubts, even though he and Bo Sichen had lived together for so long, they still couldn't figure out his style of acting.

　　Bo Sichen looked at the fish swimming around in the water, his fingertips rubbing.

　　He just wanted to spend more time with Yan Yimo when he still had free time, and when he took over Bo's family later, he might not have so much time to spend with her.

　　After lunch, the two went out and got into the car.

　　Yan Yimo slept late, and it didn't take long for yan Yimo to fall asleep on the back of the chair.

　　As soon as the car turned, she rested her head on Bo Sichen's shoulder. The driver and the bodyguards on the co-pilot did not dare to make a sound, but only sneaked glances at the rearview mirror from time to time.

　　Bo Sichen stretched out his hand and gently pinned the hair next to Yan Yimu's cheeks behind his ears, and his eyes were gentle as if he was treating some baby.

　　He saw that she was still clutching the phone in her hand, so he took it out.

　　Opening Yan Yimo's WeChat, Bo Sichen saw that she was stunned by her remarks.

　　Unexpectedly, she actually changed his note to a pig's head meme.

　　For the first time, Bo Sichen felt helpless and funny, but this indescribable intimacy made him like it.

　　It was only when he exited that he accidentally opened the text message, and the strange number text message made him frown.

　　He had only told Ji Qianfei the number of this mobile phone.

　　Bo Sichen stretched his face and opened the text message, and the photos inside made him even more disgusted.

　　The time was last night, and it happened to be the time when she sent a message to Yan Yimo.

　　The driver and bodyguard watched Bo Sichen's face change back and forth, looked at each other, and did not speak.

　　It wasn't until the afternoon that the car stopped in front of an old house in a village.

　　A two-storey tile house, the cement on the walls has been peeled off, revealing black and red bricks, and the loess in the courtyard is covered with weeds.

　　There is a hint of desolation in the old.

　　"This is where my dad and grandma used to live?"

　　Yan Yimo looked at the old house in front of him, with a bit of novelty in his eyes.

　　Bo Sichen glanced at the courtyard: "It seems that your father's life when he was a child was not too bitter." "Otherwise, how can you still adopt Yang Wenjun?"

　　"Who are you?"

　　Yan Yimo turned his head to look at it and saw a man in his forties and fifties, carrying a hoe and wearing a straw hat, obviously going to work in the fields.

　　The man saw Yan Yimo and was surprised: "You... Foam?

　　Hearing that the other party knew their names, Bo Sichen and Yan Yimo were stunned.

　　"Uncle, do you know me?" Yan Yimo couldn't help but ask.

　　The man put down his hoe and smiled, "Of course I know, I am your father's good brother, when you were two years old, he still brought you and your mother back!" I didn't expect to grow so big, you look like your mother. ”

　　Bo Sichen suddenly remembered something and took the opportunity to take Yan Yimo to his home.

　　From the man's mouth, I learned that his name was Chen Gui, and he used to be a neighbor and a good friend with Yan Father.

　　Chen Gui asked his wife to kill chickens to cook, but Bo Sichen asked Yan Yimo to help.

　　After opening Yan Yimo, Bo Sichen looked at Chen Gui and suddenly asked, "Uncle Chen, do you know that Yan Yimo's parents are dead?" ”

　　Hearing this, Chen Gui immediately frowned, and he asked rhetorically, "Are you yi mo?" ”

　　Bo Sichen looked at Yan Yimo, who was talking to Chen Gui's wife in the courtyard: "Fiancé." ”

　　Chen Gui let go of his worries and sighed, "It's not easy to say anything about the Yan family."

　　Hearing him say this, Bo Sichen felt that he must have known something, and asked, "Why?" ”

　　Chen Gui turned his head and looked at Yan Yimu and lowered his voice: "Because of Yang Wenjun."

　　Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Past of the Yan Family

　　When Bo Sichen heard the name "Yang Wenjun", his expression changed.

　　Chen Gui took a sip of water and said slowly: "Yang Wenjun was only eight years old when he was picked up, when Yan Yimo's father Yan Wenjie was thirteen years old and Yan Zhiyuan was ten years old, it was not easy for the two of them to go to school at home, but Old Master Yan had a good heart and wanted Yang Wenjun to go to school."

　　He paused and continued, "This Zhiyuan didn't know how, so he had a crush on Yang Wenjun, but I could see that Yang Wenjun liked Wenjie." Zhiyuan has been mixed since he was a child, and that day Yang Wenjun returned from school in town and was pulled into the reeds by Zhiyuan...

　　Chen Gui didn't say anything, but Bo Sichen also guessed it.

　　"That day I washed the fishing nets by the river, I saw it really, I wanted to stop it, but I didn't know how the two fell into the river, and then Yang Wenjun was saved, Yan Zhiyuan drowned, even the body was not found, the Yan family felt that this matter was Yan Zhiyuan sorry for Yang Wenjun, and did not want to ruin Yan Zhiyuan's reputation, and said to the outside world that it was to save people, I am an outsider, and it is not easy to say anything."

　　Speaking of this, Chen Gui had a trace of self-blame in his eyes.

　　And Bo Sichen also understood a few points, he finally understood why Yang Wenjun hated Yan Yimo so much.

　　She likes Yan Wenjie, but she is insulted by Yan Zhiyuan, and finally Yan Wenjie marries someone else, and she naturally hates Yan Yimo, who looks like her mother.

　　"Yan Zhiyuan's body has not been found?" Bo Sichen asked.

　　Chen Gui shook his head: "I haven't found it for several days, and they all said that they were washed away by the water." ”

　　Hearing this, Bo Sichen pondered for a while and then asked, "Uncle Chen, are there any left-handers among those who know the Yan family?" ”

　　Chen Gui "hissed" and inhaled backwards, thinking about it: "Left-handed... It seems that there is not, but Yan Zhiyuan is a left-handed. ”

　　Bo Sichen furrowed his brows, somewhat in disbelief.

　　Leaving aside whether Yan Zhiyuan was alive or dead, Yan Wenjie was his own brother, how could he kill his brother and sister-in-law for Yang Wenjun.

　　"Bo Sichen."

　　Yan Yimo's voice interrupted Bo Sichen's thoughts, and he looked up to see Yan Yimo grabbing a chicken feather and looking at himself: "This hair is very beautiful, it can be used as a pen." Bo Sichen disgustedly sucked away the chicken feathers and threw them away, took out a paper from his pocket and wiped her hand: "Dirty or not?" ”

　　Seeing this, Yan Yimo puffed up his face with dissatisfaction.

　　Chen Gui looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

　　Although Bo Sichen is in a wheelchair, he looks good and is so intimate with Yan Yimo, there is no regret.

　　"Emma, look at how good your fiancé is to you.

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo's cheeks turned red: "Uncle Chen, he doesn't...

　　Before he could finish speaking, a piece of sugar was stuffed in his mouth.

　　Bo Sichen looked at her, and his eyebrows were lightly picked: "I'm just a pig keeper."

　　Yan Yimo was angry and shy, and could only stare at him fiercely with his eyes.

　　After eating at Chen Gui's house, the sun was almost setting, and the two said goodbye to Chen Gui and his wife and walked on the cement road.

　　Yan Yimo turned his head and looked at Bo Sichen pressing the button of the wheelchair forward, and his eyes flashed.

　　She stopped, walked behind the wheelchair and shook her hand: "I'll come."

　　Bo Sichen was stunned, but still involuntarily frowned: "No, my hand is not wasted." ”

　　Yan Yimo opened his legs and slowly pushed him along.

　　The burning clouds in the sky reflected on Bo Sichen's face, softening the lines and expressions of his face.

　　His throat knot rolled twice: "Yan Yimo, I may never be able to stand up." ”

　　Yan Yimo looked down at his black hair and looked up at the orange-red clouds in the sky: "It's not closed..."

　　She hesitated, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she was struggling with whether the next sentence was appropriate to say.

　　Bo Sichen breathed lightly and clenched his fists waiting for her unfinished words.

　　For a long time, Yan Yimo stopped, with a hint of trepidation in his voice.

　　"I can do your legs."

　　Chapter Thirty-Eight The Wind Blows the Wheat Waves

　　The wind blew the wheat waves, and the sunset pulled the shadows of the two men long.

　　Bo Sichen's clenched fist was released in an instant, and his heart felt like a sugar had exploded, sour and sweet. He suppressed his smile and pretended to be arrogant: "Although your legs are a little short, I reluctantly accept it." Hearing this, Yan Yimo immediately pulled down his face, accepting it and accepting what had to be done with the previous sentence? She looked at the downhill road in front of her, and remembered Bo Sichen's words that he was raising pigs, and the corners of her mouth drew a smile. "Bo Sichen." Yan Yimo called out to him.

　　"Have you ever taken a flat roller coaster?"

　　Before Bo Sichen could react to what this meant, Yan Yimo suddenly spread his legs and rushed down the slope.

　　The wind was blowing his hair straight, and for the first time he experienced the feeling that the next moment seemed to be about to fly out.

　　Bo Sichen shouted in embarrassment, his voice trembling with a faint inaudible.

　　Yan Yimo slowly stopped, circled around bo Sichen's side, and happened to see the other party's frightened expression.

　　This is a balance in mind.

　　Bo Sichen saw the proud eyebrows of the person in front of him, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Yan Yimo's wrist.

　　Yan Yimo was stunned, pulled by a force, and sat on Bo Sichen's lap.

　　Before she uttered a word, she felt the back of her head being pressed downwards, and a cold soft touch came from between her lips.

　　Yan Yimo's eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

　　The pair of ink eyes that are close at hand are like the sea, and the wind and waves are calm but addictive.

　　I don't know how long it took for Bo Sichen to let go of Yan Yimo, who was about to breathe, and the tip of his tongue flicked the corner of his lips, as if smiling: "The breath is so short, I dare to cross the breath." Yan Yimo was stunned, and it took half a day to react to what he said about "crossing qi".

　　She looked at him disapprovingly, "I'm saving your life!"

　　Bo Sichen rubbed her head: "Well, I'm joking, are you really angry?" ”

　　This time, the spoiling in his tone was no longer hidden, and his attitude was more like coaxing an awkward child.

　　"Not angry." Yan Yimo stood up and squatted down on Bo Sichen's knee, his voice suddenly a little dull, "But... Don't you think I'm thin-hearted?

　　She had always thought that her god was Ji Qianfei, and even had suicidal thoughts for him.

　　However, in the past two months, she has fallen in love with another person in such a vague way.

　　Bo Sichen gently stroked her black hair with his hand: "At the right time, you may not be able to meet the right person, I used to treat you as a fool."

　　Yan Yimo raised her head, "But I believe that every girl is a flower god and will definitely meet her own reincarnated god." ”

　　Hearing this, Bo Sichen pinched her face: "I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it." ”

　　Yan Yimo looked at him, not knowing how to blush, but still laughed.

　　Perhaps Bo Sichen is right, the right time does not necessarily meet the right person.

　　But after meeting the right person, time is no longer important.

　　More than a month later.

　　The investigation into Yan's father's and mother's case continues, and based on information provided by Bo Sichen and Chen Gui, the police began to secretly search for Yan Zhiyuan.

　　According to villagers in the lower reaches of the river, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was rescued from the river more than thirty years ago.

　　Then the teenager left, nowhere to go.

　　After Ji Qianfei came out of the dean's office, he took out his mobile phone and looked at Yan Yimu's number, and his bloodshot eyes were as faint as dead ash.

　　Meng Siyan actually sent that kind of photo to him with his mobile phone...

　　What would Yan Yimo think of him? sad? Or scold him?

　　However, he smiled bitterly, perhaps Yan Yimo didn't care about him at all.

　　Ji Qianfei put away his mobile phone and was preparing to leave, but saw Meng Siyan standing in front of him.

　　He frowned, a trace of resentment running under his eyes.

　　Lu Siyan's face was pale, and her voice was hoarse: "I heard that you are going to resign."

　　Ji Qianfei nodded.

　　Seeing this, Meng Siyan tightened her fist and said, "I am pregnant." ”

　　Chapter Thirty-Nine Fengzi Marries

　　Ji Qianfei's tightly wrinkled eyes trembled slightly, and he looked at Meng Siyan in disbelief.

　　Is she pregnant?

　　Lu Siyan's eyes were red, and she quickly stepped forward to hug him: "Qianfei, I know that you don't love me, but the child can't live without a father, can we get married?" I will definitely be a good wife.

　　Ji Qianfei held her shoulder and subconsciously wanted to push her away.

　　However, the guilt in his heart made it impossible for him to do such an irresponsible thing.

　　He took a deep breath and said in a dumb voice, "Si Yan, a marriage without love can't go far."

　　Hearing this, Meng Siyan's heart stabbed, but she lowered herself again: "It doesn't matter, I don't want much, as long as you can accompany me." ”

　　Ji Qianfei looked at her, but in his heart he constantly thought of Yan Yimo, and bitterness and weakness gradually began to flood.

　　What he could not want before has now become a luxury.

　　What you want to give up now, you have to accept.

　　Fate seemed to have played a joke on him and changed the trajectory of his life.

　　For a long time, Ji Qianfei dimmed his eyes and said in one word: "Well, we are married."

　　Within a few days, Bo Sichen received a wedding invitation from Ji Qianfei and Meng Siyan, and the wedding date was on the sixteenth of the following month.

　　Yan Yimo looked at the please bundle and unconsciously raised his eyebrows.

　　"What? Jealous? Bo Sichen asked with a black face.

　　Yan Yimo was stunned and suddenly felt funny: "It's you who are jealous, right?"

　　Bo Sichen was silent, and could only hide himself with an expression of pretending not to care.

　　"Actually I was thinking of one thing..."

　　"Bongzi gets married."

　　Bo Sichen snatched up the words, and Yan Yimo looked at him in surprise: "How do you know?"

　　Ji Qianfei had only sent her photos, how could he possibly know.

　　Bo Sichen nodded his index finger at her forehead: "Do you think it was Ji Qianfei's hair?" ”

　　Yan Yimo pursed his lips and shook his head: "He should not do such a thing."

　　"Since the invitation has come, if we don't go, it will seem that we have no one in sight." Bo Sichen casually threw the invitation on the table.

　　Wedding dress shop.

　　Lu Siyan was eagerly trying on the wedding dress, but no matter how many sets she tried, Ji Qianfei always absentmindedly replied, "It's all fine."

　　In the changing room, Meng Siyan leaned against the wall, gritting her teeth to prevent herself from crying.

　　No matter how many times she says "it's okay" and "don't care", what woman can accept that her husband has another woman in her heart.

　　Maybe at the wedding, Ji Qianfei would hesitate when he saw Yan Yimo...

　　Thinking of this, Meng Siyan clenched her fists, and the resentment that had been hard to suppress in her heart surged again.

　　Until the wedding day, Bo Sichen took a phone call and then went out first.

　　He looked at Yan Yimo and instructed, "You play at home for a while, and then I will let people come back to pick you up." ”

　　Yan Yimu nodded.

　　But half an hour after Bo Sichen left, a strange phone call suddenly came.

　　Yan Yimo frowned and pressed the answer button: "Hello?

　　This voice is Meng Siyan!

　　Yan Yimo stood up: "Today is your wedding, happy new joy." ”

　　However, she was also sure in her heart that the photo was sent to her by Meng Siyan, and she also wrote down the number.

　　"Do you have time?" I want to ask you out and say something.

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimu looked cautious: "If there is anything to say on the phone."

　　A sneer came from the other end of the phone: "Are you afraid?" Rest assured, I won't let my good days be spoiled by you. ”

　　Yan Yimo furrowed her brows, and was trying to refuse again, but she heard Meng Siyan say a word that made her have to go.

　　"I got evidence from my mother that your parents were killed, are you sure you won't come?"

　　Chapter 40 Guilt and Guilt

　　The sun was just right, but the breeze carried a hint of coolness in early autumn.

　　Yan Yimo followed the address given by Meng Siyan to a deserted street surrounded by abandoned shops.

　　There are many properties here that have been abandoned for an unknown number of years, and usually only scavengers or tramps come here.

　　Yan Yimo saw such a scene and was a little more vigilant.

　　A white car was parked on the side of the road, and Lu Siyan leaned on the door and looked up at her: "It's coming pretty fast." ”

　　Yan Yimo walked over and asked in a deep voice, "What about the evidence?" ”

　　Meng Siyan smiled: "Yan Yimo, I thought you weren't stupid, but I didn't expect that it was still the same as before, aren't you a flower god?" Do mortals believe what they say? ”

　　Yan Yimo was not angry, this kind of result she had already thought of, but she still held a trace of luck.

　　The death of his parents and Yang Wenjun are inseparable.

　　"You're a bride, there will be a lot of things today, go back."

　　Yan Yimo persuaded and turned around to prepare to go back.

　　"Yan Yimo." Meng Siyan's tone changed instantaneously, "Don't you have a little guilt for Qianfei and me?" ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yi was stunned.

　　Lu Siyan stepped on her high heels and walked in front of her, her eyes were cold: "You have been stalking For a few years, but you left him mercilessly when he was moved by you, and he married me with you in his heart, so that I can never have the complete love of my husband for my wife." ”

　　She said every word, as if she were counting the charges of Yan Yimu.

　　Yan Yimu's eyes were slightly shy, and for the first time, he was really poked in pain by Meng Siyan's words.

　　For Ji Qianfei, she may be ashamed, but for Meng Siyan, she is not ashamed.

　　Yan Yimo calmed his mind and looked directly at Meng Siyan: "I am ashamed of him, but you are different, Meng Siyan, you must not forget how your glorious and rich life came about now, and you must not forget who first proposed to send me to a mental hospital."

　　Meng Siyan's face stiffened with a few words, and she suddenly lost her previous momentum.

　　"I have loved with you now and if it is a sin, Heaven will naturally punish you, rather than let you stand on a high place and do the final judgment."

　　Yan Yimo finished speaking, raised his legs and left.

　　Meng Siyan's reddened eyes stared at her back, and the anger that rose in her eyes seemed to burn away the last of her sanity.

　　Yan Yimo suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from the back of his head, and his vision instantly became blurred.

　　With a "bang", she fell heavily to the ground.

　　Before her consciousness completely disappeared, she saw Meng Siyan standing next to her with a stone.

　　Police Station.

　　"Mr. Bo, according to the information we are currently investigating, Yan Zhiyuan may be dead."

　　Bo Sichen listened to the policeman's words and frowned.

　　The police officer also took out a transcript: "According to an insider who had worked with Yan Zhiyuan, Yan Zhiyuan had a pseudonym Zhang Wenyuan and had a close relationship with a woman when he was working, and just two days before the victim was killed, Yan Zhiyuan left the factory and later lost contact." ”

　　Bo Sichen took a ring from his pocket and fell into deep thought.

　　That woman should be Yang Wenjun, and since Yan Zhiyuan wants a new identity, he must be indispensable to help.

　　Before, everyone thought that Yan Zhiyuan was dead, so naturally they would not associate the murder of the Yan couple with him.

　　But now the police have followed the vine and fixed the suspect on Yang Wenjun.

　　Bo Sichen looked at the time, asked the bodyguard to go back to pick up Yan Yimo, and then reminded the policeman: "Today Yang Wenjun's daughter got married, there are many people present, you better act secretly."

　　The police officer understood and nodded.

　　However, as soon as Bo Sichen left the police station, the mobile phone rang.

　　On the phone, the bodyguard's voice was full of anxiety and panic: "Boss, Miss Yan is gone!" ”

　　Chapter Forty-One Warehouse White Bones

　　Hilton Hotel.

　　The lobby is exquisitely and romantically arranged, and the guests are talking with smiles on their faces.

　　But most of them were talking about Ji Qianfei and Meng Siyan.

　　Ji Qianfei looked at the gate, and his slightly haggard face had a complicated look.

　　He wanted to see Yan Yimu, but he didn't want her to come, and this contradictory psychology was like a boulder pressing against his chest.

　　In the dressing room, Lu Siyan's untimely appearance attracted Yang Wenjun's attention.

　　But she also just thought she was too nervous, but just as she was about to put Meng Siyan's changed clothes into the bag, a mobile phone fell out. Lu Siyan was shocked and rushed to pick it up.

　　Yang Wenjun frowned: "You changed your mobile phone?" ”

　　Meng Siyan bit her lower lip and nodded her head with a evasive look.

　　Yang Wenjun glanced at another mobile phone on the table and reached out and pulled the phone over.

　　Click to see, there is only one number of Bo Sichen, and there are only two call records without notes, one of which is Meng Siyan's.

　　Yang Wenjun's eyes were frozen: "This is Yan Yimo's mobile phone?"

　　Hearing this, Meng Siyan clenched her fists and did not speak.

　　"How could her phone be with you?" Yang Wenjun asked sharply.

　　Meng Siyan had always been afraid of her, but thinking of her grievances, she couldn't help but cry out: "Mom, I don't want her to come, as soon as she comes, today's heart must not be there. Lock her up in a warehouse on the abandoned street in the south of the city, thinking that after the wedding is completed... Let someone go and let her out. Hearing this, Yang Wenjun's face changed drastically, and his heart suddenly mentioned his throat.

　　She raised her hand and wanted to give Meng Siyan a slap, but she couldn't bear it.

　　"You, you stupid huo!" Yang Wenjun put down his hand that was trembling with anger, but his eyes were inexplicably a little more flustered.

　　It was at this moment that Yan Yimo's mobile phone rang.

　　When she looked, it was Bo Sichen who called.

　　He must have found out that Yan Yimo was missing.

　　Yang Wenjun threw the mobile phone into the bag, looked at Meng Siyan with hatred and quickly left.

　　"Mom! Where are you going? Meng Siyan looked at her hurried back with tears in her eyes.

　　On the other side, Bo Sichen listened to the prompt sound in the mobile phone that no one answered, and his eyes were cloudy.

　　The maid said that Yan Yimo took a phone call and went out.

　　Who will make that call? Could it be Yang Wenjun?

　　Bo Sichen hung up the phone fiercely and looked at the bodyguard: "Tell everyone to look for it, you can't find anyone within an hour, you look at it!"

　　The bodyguard broke out in a cold sweat and hurried away.

　　Bo Sichen looked down at his legs, and a trace of disgust rose under his eyes.

　　He punched his right leg hard, and there had never been a moment in his heart that he hated his incompetence so much.

　　Only at this moment did he feel that he was really a cripple, because he could not find the person he loved most in person.

　　In this matter, the unconscious Yan Yimo woke up slowly.

　　She frowned tightly and rubbed the sore spot on the back of her head, but before she could react, the strong pungent smell wanted to prick the needle into her nose.

　　When she stood up, she looked around to find herself trapped in a cramped and dim warehouse full of debris.

　　The only light here is a ventilated window on a wall more than three meters high.

　　Yan Yimo shook his head, groped to the warehouse door, and slapped the door hard.

　　"Help! Is there anyone?

　　After shouting several times without hearing anyone move, she hurried to touch her pocket, but she pounced.

　　Lu Siyan took her phone away!

　　Yan Yimo slammed the heavy door sadly.

　　Bo Sichen did not know whether she was missing, this place is remote, it should be difficult to find...

　　After thinking about it, Yan Yimo felt that he could not sit still, so he focused his attention on the ventilation window.

　　By little light, she searched carefully for anything to tiptoe.

　　But as he walked, he suddenly tripped up something under his feet, and Yan Yimo fell to the ground.

　　She turned her head to look at her broken knees, breathing heavily.

　　What tripped her was a white bone!

　　Chapter Forty-Two Blood Stained Wedding Dress

　　The wedding ceremony had started less than half an hour ago, and Ji Qianfei still didn't see Yan Yimo, not even Bo Sichen.

　　Somehow, he was a little out of season in his heart.

　　At this time, a waiter suddenly walked up to him and whispered, "Mr. Ji, someone outside is looking for you."

　　Ji Qianfei went out and saw two men in their thirties.

　　The older man took out his police card and said in a serious tone: "Hello, we are from the Tongxi Police Station, and there are some things about Yang Wenjun that I would like you to cooperate with the investigation." Ji Qianfei was stunned.

　　"Yang Wenjun is not in the hotel, do you know where she went?" The policeman's eyes seemed to be looking at the suspect, "In addition, Yan Yimo is missing."

　　"What do you say? Is emme missing? How could she have disappeared? ”

　　Ji Qianfei's eyes were eager, and his face was immediately soaked with worry.

　　The two officers glanced at each other, and he seemed as if he didn't know anything.

　　However, because it involves a murder case, and for the sake of Yan Yimo's Ji Quan, the police sent someone to secretly guard the hotel around the hotel, looking for Yang Wenjun while monitoring suspicious people. Ji Qianfei ripped off his bow tie and was about to go looking for Yan Yimo, but was stopped by the police: "Sorry sir, people close to Yang Wenjun can't leave here for the time being" I went to find Yimo!" His eyes were red and he snapped back.

　　However, the police officer still refused to let him go.

　　Ji Qiangfei suppressed the anger and anxiety in his heart, took out his mobile phone to find Yan Yimo's number and called it. Z.L.D.J

　　It worked, but no one answered.

　　This unknown fear began to engulf his heart, but for an instant he seemed to think of something.

　　Powder room.

　　Meng Siyan gasped and looked at the bag containing Yan Yimo's mobile phone on the bed.

　　She had some regrets, why couldn't she bear it.

　　But thinking of Yan Yimo's face, she couldn't calm down at all.

　　With a "bang" sound, the door was suddenly pushed open with force.

　　Lu Siyan subconsciously stood up, saw that it was Ji Qianfei, and then slowly let go of her heart: "Qianfei, how do you..."

　　"What about Emmo?"

　　Ji Qianfei stepped in front of her with a few steps, and a pair of inky eyes stared at her tightly.

　　Lu Siyan was stunned and explained with a hard scalp, "How do I know her?"

　　"You're two hours late, where have you been for those two hours?" Ji Qiangfei stepped forward step by step.

　　Forced by him to ask this question, the fear in Meng Siyan's heart suddenly turned into a grievance, she looked at Ji Qianfei and couldn't bear to complain: "Yan Yimo! Yan Yimo! You know Yan Yimo! When she's gone, come and question me, I'm the one you're going to marry!" ”

　　In the face of her tears, Ji Qianfei had a cold face and dialed Yan Yimo's phone again.

　　The bell suddenly rang in the room, and Meng Siyan's whole body froze in place.

　　Ji Qianfei looked for the sound and pulled out the mobile phone that was ringing from the bag.

　　His eyes darkened, and a fierce anger rolled under his eyes: "You tell me, why is Yimu's mobile phone here?" ”

　　"My ,... Meng Siyan's eyes were red, and she didn't know how to explain.

　　Ji Qianfei took a deep breath and pulled the flower off his chest and threw it on the ground: "Meng Siyan, you are fierce enough."

　　After saying that, he resolutely turned and left.

　　Meng Siyan's eyes narrowed, looking at the fading back, a fatal sense of withdrawal spread from the bottom of her heart.

　　"Pour a lot of money!

　　She stepped on her heavy legs and tried to chase Ji Qianfei back, but she stepped on the hem of her wedding dress because she was too anxious to wear high heels.

　　Meng Siyan fell heavily to the floor, and a sharp spasm in her abdomen made her face turn pale.

　　“... She covered her lower abdomen and suddenly felt a stream of wet and sticky heat flowing out of her lower body.

　　Meng Siyan gasped and looked down, the white wedding dress oozed out a dazzling red, as if a red flower had bloomed...

　　Chapter Forty-Three Causes of Death of Parents

　　In an abandoned warehouse.

　　Yan Yimo looked at the white bone in front of her in horror, and she weakly supported the shelf and stepped back step by step.

　　There have been dead people here, but no one has found out.

　　Could it be that she too would die here like this person, turning into a pile of white bones?

　　Yan Yimo shook her head with trembling breathing: "No, I can't...

　　The killer of her parents has not yet been caught, and she absolutely cannot die!

　　Yan Yimo tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, ready to continue to find tools that could help him escape.

　　But at this moment, the heavy iron door suddenly sounded.

　　Her eyes lit up, was someone coming?

　　Yan Yimo seemed to see hope, and gathered his spirits to bypass the white bone and walk towards the iron gate.

　　The rusty door was pushed open, and the harsh "creaking" sound made people feel uncomfortable to scratch their lungs.

　　The hope in Yan Yimo's eyes stagnated after seeing the person coming.

　　Yang Wenjun!

　　At this moment, Yang Wenjun seems to have changed into a person, she carries the light on her back, like a powerful ghost from hell.

　　"Yes..."

　　Yang Wenjun stepped in and closed the door with a "boo": "It's me, your aunt." ”

　　She bit the word "aunt" extremely hard, but it was full of irony.

　　Yan Yimo saw that she obviously saw the white bones on the side, but she did not show a frightened expression at all, and she couldn't help but feel numbness in her scalp.

　　Yang Wenjun walked over step by step: "There is not only your aunt here, but also your uncle." ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo was stunned.

　　uncle? Could it be that this white bone is Yan Zhiyuan, her uncle!

　　Her heart sank, and she suddenly felt that yang Wenjun, who was alive in front of her, was even more terrifying than a ghostly corpse.

　　Yang Wenjun suddenly reached out and grabbed her chin, and his eyes showed a fierce light: "You know what? When I saw your face, I thought of her, that slut! ”

　　After saying that, the other hand grabbed Yan Yimu's hair and threw her on the ground with force.

　　Yan Yibu slammed his head on the wooden box, swollen and painful, and his eyes darkened for a moment.

　　She looked at Yang Wenjun and clenched her teeth: "It's you... Killed my mom and dad? ”

　　Yang Wenjun smiled around his arms: "No, it's him." ”

　　She looked at the white bone on the side and continued, "It was your uncle who killed your parents." ”

　　Hearing the words, Yan Yibu's pupils constricted.

　　Uncle killed her parents? How can it be!

　　Yang Wenjun slowly squatted down, and his tone was cold: "Do you know why?" Because he loves me, he loves me so much that he can kill his own brother. ”

　　Yan Yimo looked at her in disbelief, and now Yang Wenjun was simply a madman.

　　"But it was because he killed Wenjie that I killed him." Yang Wenjun's voice was flat, as if he was talking about a small thing.

　　Yan Yimo listened to such crazy words, and his whole body trembled with anger: "Grandparents saved you, provided you with food, clothing and reading, and you actually took revenge!" ”

　　"What do you know?" Yang Wenjun's eyes were red, "They know that I like Wen Jie, but they still condone Yan Zhiyuan's bastard's insult to me, and even when he dies, he has to declare that he is to save me!"

　　She stood up, with hatred and love and resentment in her eyes.

　　"They married me to a man I didn't love at all, and I showed Wenjie my heart, but he told me that he already had someone he liked, and that he was about to marry them like glue, but I was in pain, why?"

　　Yan Yimo clenched his fists and forced himself to endure the pain: "That's why you hate me so much?" ”

　　Yang Wenjun looked at her condescendingly, with hatred in every word: "Yes, I hate you, I hate everyone in the Yan family!" ”

　　Hearing this, the fire in Yan Yimo's heart became even bigger: "But Bo Sichen is not sorry for you!" Why did you put him to death? ”

　　Chapter Forty-Four Retribution

　　Yang Wenjun sneered after a moment's hesitation: "I didn't expect you to know, originally I wanted to blame his death to you, but I didn't expect his life to be great." ”

　　After saying that, she suddenly took out a pair of rubber gloves from her pocket.

　　Yan Yimo instinctively stepped back: "What are you going to do?" ”

　　Yang Wenjun slowly put on his gloves and then took out a folding knife from his bag: "Didn't I say that?" I hate the Yan family. ”

　　As she spoke, she smiled with utter horror.

　　Yan Yimo suddenly mentioned the eyes of his throat: "Are you crazy!" You've committed a felony! ”

　　Yang Wenjun squatted down, and his tone was relaxed and terrible: "It doesn't matter, the person who locked you up here is Si Yan."

　　"One by one, you want her to bear the guilt?" She's your biological daughter! ”

　　Yan Yimo looked at her in disbelief, only to feel that she had really lost her sanity and humanity.

　　Yang Wenjun said: "She is pregnant, and even if she kills people, she will not be sentenced to death." ”

　　After saying that, she raised her folding knife and was about to stab Yan Yimo when the door was suddenly knocked open by a brute force.

　　Several policemen dressed in gunback poured in.

　　"Don't move! Drop your weapon! ”

　　Yang Wenjun was stunned, hurriedly grabbed Yan Yimo, and put the blade against her neck: "Don't come here, I will kill her if you come again!" The cold and sharp feeling made Yan Yimu unable to struggle, and if she was not careful, her large artery would be cut.

　　The police looked at Yang Wenjun warily and did not intend to let her go.

　　At this time, Bo Sichen appeared at the door of the warehouse.

　　He saw that the pale Yan Yimo was being held hostage by Yang Wenjun, and his heart suddenly tightened.

　　"Bo Sichen..."

　　When Yan Yimo saw Bo Sichen, his eyes suddenly stiffened, and he almost fell into tears.

　　Bo Sichen condensed his face and looked at Yang Wenjun with a flustered look in his heart: "Yang Wenjun, Meng Siyan has aborted." ”

　　Hearing this, Yang Wenjun was stunned: "What are you talking about?" ”

　　Just now Ji Qianfei called from the hospital, and Meng Siyan miscarried.

　　Bo Sichen's words exploded in Yang Wenjun's mind like a thunderclap.

　　Everything lost her control, but Meng Siyan was the flesh that fell from her body, and Yang Wenjun's tense nerves collapsed completely. Seizing the opportunity, a police officer rushed forward to grab her hand, knocked the knife off, and pressed her to the ground.

　　Bo Sichen's heart fell heavily, and he felt afraid that he was in a cold sweat.

　　Yan Yimo staggered back a few steps, and only after being supported by the police officer did he stand firmly.

　　She looked at Bo Sichen, and the tears swirling in her eyes fell: "Bo Sichen..."

　　She ran over and fell on his lap and cried bitterly.

　　Everything had come to light, but Yan Yimo felt extremely tired and sad.

　　Her parents died at the hands of her uncle, who in turn died at the hands of her unrelated aunt...

　　Hate is born out of love, and sin is born out of hate.

　　Bo Sichen gently covered her head, and his heart twitched because of her crying, but he did not persuade her.

　　He knew that Yan Yimo needed to vent, and the cannibalism between relatives was indeed too cruel.

　　But at this time, Yang Wenjun's crying and laughing voice made the two of them shudder.

　　Her face was full of dust, her hair was messy, her red eyes were full of tears, and her usual elegance and dignity had all disappeared.

　　"Retribution, this is all retribution..."

　　Yang Wenjun mourned, but his eyes were still fixed on Yan Yimo.

　　Yan Yimo clutched Bo Sichen's sleeve tightly and watched as she was tortured away by the police.

　　"Is it all right?" Bo Sichen touched her pale face, his eyes full of pain.

　　Yan Yimo shook his head and quickly asked, "Meng Siyan really flows."

　　Bo Sichen snorted, "Besides, she will never have children again."

　　Chapter Forty-Five is both the end and the beginning

　　Hospitals, outside wards.

　　Ji Qianfei stood in the corridor, his face like dead ash.

　　A sound of footsteps and wheelchairs came, and his eyes lit up and he looked up.

　　Bo Sichen, who had a gauze wrapped around his head, came.

　　Seeing that Yan Yimo was still okay with the season, Ji Qianfei's heart relaxed slightly, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

　　Yan Yimo looked at the ward and found that Lu Siyan was awake.

　　She sat on the hospital bed and looked blankly out the window, like a soulless doll.

　　"She... Are you okay? Yan Yimo pulled the corners of his mouth and asked questions with difficulty.

　　Ji Qianfei's throat was astringent: "She knows that the child is gone, and..."

　　He paused for a few seconds and continued, "She didn't cry or make a fuss, she just ignored people."

　　Speaking of this, Ji Qianfei's tone was full of self-blame.

　　Bo Sichen did not speak, just silently looked at the two people in front of him, and even looked at Ji Qianfei's eyes with more sympathy.

　　With Ji Qianfei's temperament, I am afraid that he will not leave Meng Siyan in this life.

　　This kind of keeping is not because of love, but because of guilt that is more torturous than not loving.

　　Yan Yimo looked at Ji Qianfei and choked, "Doctor Ji, I'm sorry..."

　　Hearing this, Ji Qianfei smiled, but the corners of his eyes and eyebrows carried a trace of sadness that could not go back: "You are not sorry for anyone, in the end, I am too slow." He looked at Bo Sichen: "I lost." ”

　　In this love that he was late to, he lost too thoroughly.

　　At the right time, he negated the right person.

　　Bo Sichen can really enter Yan Yimo's heart, perhaps because he can empathize with her.

　　And all along, he regarded Yan Yimo as a flower god who would only look for the reincarnated god.

　　A few days later, Yan Yimo filed a lawsuit against Yang Wenjun.

　　Nearly two decades of murder finally came to an end, and more than a month later, after a first-instance judgment, Yang Wenjun was sentenced to life imprisonment.

　　Yang Wenjun also did not appeal.

　　The day before Yang Wenjun was escorted to prison, Yan Yimo came to see her.

　　"You should be disappointed that I was sentenced to life, right, that the death penalty should be more appropriate, right?" Like a haggard ten-year-old Yang Wenjun smiled miserably.

　　"Aunt."

　　Yan Yimo's title made her shudder.

　　"This is the last time I'll call you that." Yan Yimo looked at her and said word by word, "I will not forgive you, but I also don't want to live with hatred for you for a lifetime Hearing about it, Yang Wenjun's eyes were red, and the corners of his lips trembled."

　　"I believe life imprisonment will make you miserable more than the death penalty." Yan Yimo took out a photo of Meng Siyan from her bag, put it on the table and pushed it over, "Because the guilt of being a mother will torment you for a lifetime Yang Wenjun saw Meng Siyan's photo, and she was full of them: "Yan..."

　　Her trembling hand slowly picked up the photo, looked at Meng Siyan's youthful smile, and couldn't help but cry.

　　After another half a month, Bo Sichen asked people to put their packed luggage on the car, and then looked at Yan Yimo, who was holding a wooden box: "I have already acquired Meng's enterprise, and when we come back, you can take charge of the new Yan's enterprise again." ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo was stunned: "... Will not manage the company. ”

　　Bo Sichen suddenly revealed a rare sly smile and tickled his finger at her.

　　Yan Yimo bent down in confusion and leaned over to him.

　　"Shout 'husband', I'll teach you. ”

　　Bo Sichen's low voice was like a feather falling in her ear, crisp and itchy.

　　Yan Yimu stood up straight with a red face and glared at him: "If you say these nonsensical words, you will go abroad alone."

　　Bo Sichen knew that she was joking, and when she knew that he had chosen to go abroad to treat his legs, he packed his bags for the first time, afraid that he would throw her here like an airport, in the waiting room.

　　The weather in late autumn was a little cold, and Yan Yimo folded his clothes and talked to Bo Sichen.

　　Ji Qianfei's voice stunned the two.

　　Yan Yimo looked at him in surprise: "Doctor Ji? ”

　　Ji Qianfei walked slowly, and his eyes fell on her: "Can I talk to you a few words?" ”

　　Hearing this, Yan Yimo's heart was slightly stunned.

　　"Go ahead, there's still a little time to board." Bo Sichen suddenly spoke.

　　People came and went, Ji Qianfei looked at Yan Yimu in front of him, his eyes were cold, and he couldn't say a word at this moment if he thought about it. Yan Yimo rubbed the corner of his clothes: "Doctor Ji,... Hope you're well in the future.

　　She lowered her head, and suddenly felt that she was a little irresponsible, and the shame in her heart began to flood.

　　Ji Qianfei pulled the corner of his lips with difficulty: "I will be fine, and so will you."

　　He suddenly felt that there was a lot of superfluous words, the end of the two people had been decided, and saying goodbye with a smile was the best way to say goodbye. Ji Qianfei stretched out his hand and gently took Yan Yimu into his arms.

　　Yan Yimo's body stiffened and there was no movement.

　　"Emma, it's a pleasure to meet you." Ji Qianfei let go of her and smiled tearfully, "Goodbye." ”

　　After saying that, he slowly withdrew his hand, took a few steps back, turned around and left without looking back.

　　Yan Yimo watched him fade away, and a tear suddenly fell from his eyes.

　　She had seen Ji Qianfei's back many times, but only this time was the end, it was a farewell.

　　She reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

　　She should have loved Ji Qianfei, but that initial ignorant love all turned into this salty tear flowing out. Yan Yimo looked in the direction where Ji Qianfei had disappeared and said softly, "Goodbye, Ji Qianfei." ”

　　At this time, the reminder of boarding sounded.

　　Yan Yimo ran back, saw that Bo Sichen had been looking at himself, thought he was angry again, and explained busily: "Just that is..." Yi Mo, I am glad to meet the best you after Ji Qianfei.

　　Bo Sichen's words made Yan Yimo stunned.

　　She looked at the starry eyes that reflected her own shadow and bent her eyebrows: "I am glad to have met you."

　　The two looked at each other and smiled.

　　The plane streaked across the azure sky, and the long trail cloud stretched all the way into the distance.

　　The autumn wind swept by, rolling up the tiptoes of the maple leaf season of longing.

　　He watched the plane disappear into the clouds and turned to hold Lu Siyan's hand.

　　"Let's go home.

　　One by one, one by one

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