Chapter 372 It's My Fault to Provoke You, Let Me Go... OK?

Suddenly, helplessly weeping, weeping, calling out to the man holding him: "Bo Hancheng..."

Hearing this, Bo Hancheng bowed his head and kissed her forehead, and responded with pity: "I'm here, I've been here."

But she didn't want to, the girl reached out and grabbed the shirt on his chest, still crying: "Let me go!"

Slightly stiff, Bo Hancheng clung to Luo Zheng and did not respond for a while.

However, the girl still didn't compromise, she stretched out her hand and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, then pulled it desperately down to her lips.

Then again, Luo Zheng opened and closed his lips, his eyelashes hung with crystal teardrops, and spit out a word: "Bo Hancheng, I'm so tired, so tired, so tired, I admit, I shouldn't provoke you! It was me who provoke you in the first place. No, I really regret it now, you let me go... OK?"

Bo Hancheng's heart was suffocated, and there was a dense pain, as if the tip of a needle was stabbed.

So, his arms tightened again and again, as if encircling the girl like this would make her his own!

Luo Zheng's eyes slowly closed, only his voice became softer and softer: "Please...let me go...I was wrong...let me go..."

Gradually, there was no more sound, as if she was really tired, and the girl slowly fell asleep.

Only the man looked down at her and stared at her for a long time.

In the end, he kissed the girl's lips, and said softly and decisively: "Luo Zheng, it's you who provoke me again and again, and now you want to regret it? It's too late! You want me to let you go, unless... you die."

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When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.

Luo Zheng sat up and looked around, it was in the lounge in the box.

Slowly descending to the ground, he found that his body lacked any strength, Luo Zheng held on to the wash, before leaving the room.

"Crack-"

The door of the room opened, and several waitresses came in, carrying clothes, jewelry, cosmetics, and so on.

"Miss Luo, Mr. Bo ordered you to dress up if you wake up."

The waitress spoke respectfully, then waited for Luo Zheng to respond.

"go out--"

Luo Zheng frowned, impatiently chasing people.

"This……"

The waiter was embarrassed and wanted to persuade again: "Miss Luo, Mr. Bo..."

"Snapped--"

"go out!"

Luo Zheng picked up the water glass and fell heavily on the ground, chasing people coldly.

For a while, several waitresses could only look at each other, and after putting down their things, they went out to report to Bo Hancheng.

The room was silent again, and Luo Zheng went to the window.

No matter what Bo Hancheng meant, she didn't want to cooperate at all, she was full of rejection.

Soon, the door opened again.

Luo Zheng's eyes darkened, and he glanced back at the man who came in.

Bo Hancheng held the porridge and a bottle of medicine, and said lightly: "You lose your temper when you wake up, eh?"

At the same time as he spoke, he put down his things, put on a new dress, and went to Luo Zheng's side: "Be obedient, put on."

Luo Zheng turned around, glanced at the clothes on the man's hands, and took them away.

Then, go to the table.

First, crumple the skirt into a ball and throw it heavily on the ground, then pick up the bowl of porridge and pour it all on top of the skirt.

"Bam—"

Then, he smashed the bowl ruthlessly.

From the beginning to the end, Bo Hancheng calmly watched the girl finish these things, like an elder watching a disobedient child, without any disturbance.

"It seems that you don't like this one, I'll have it sent to you."

At the end, the man spoke indifferently.

Then, he went up to the girl, poured out a few pills, and poured a glass of water: "Take the medicine."