Chapter 1114 Forced Marriage (25)

Shen Fanxing was placed on the bed in the bedroom, and then Bao Jingchuan let her go.

After that, he got up, looked at her with downcast eyes for a while, then turned around silently.

He probably wanted to go to the balcony, but his tall and straight body shook slightly and did not move.

He turned sideways again, probably going to the bathroom, but he still didn't take a step.

He finally turned to the direction of the door, was silent for two seconds, and finally lifted his foot and walked outside.

Looking at him like that, Shen Fanxing was a little confused for a while.

The door of the bedroom opened and closed again, and the room suddenly became deserted.

The dark gray sheets and quilt made her feel an inexplicable chill.

Looking at the closed door silently, Shen Fanxing did not move, but blinked his eyes.

According to his understanding, the backlog of temper in the western suburbs should be vented when he comes back.

She hurt herself by failing to keep her promise.

Based on the lessons learned in Hong Kong, he should show himself with a cold face how much he doesn't like him getting hurt, and use meticulous and gentle "cold violence" to make her "long-term memory", and warn her that if he gets hurt again ,Very serious consequences.

But now he doesn't have the so-called delicate and gentle cold violence, and he doesn't give her any ugly and gloomy expression.

Quiet silence.

She once again stopped him from hurting Yuan Sichun because of her.

When he saw her being whipped by Yuan Sichun with his own eyes, he couldn't vent his anger on her personally. She felt that the temper he forcibly suppressed was now entrenched in her heart, and there was nowhere to vent it.

Shouldn't he stay by his side?

Lose your temper with yourself.

She would like to see this kind of temper accumulated entirely for herself.

It's just that today seems too abnormal.

Lying on the bed silently all this time, thinking about Bao Jingchuan's abnormal behavior today, she even wondered if there was another Lace popping up beside her today, making him feel bad?

Or is it that she won the race on horseback today, and he didn't know that he had an opinion on such things as directly holding a gun and injuring someone?

Or it could be said that most of those people today were targeting her and trying to take her life, which made him... scared?

Blinking again, thinking about it carefully, what happened today seems to be too much.

Standing up carefully from the bed, she opened the door and went out of the bedroom. There was no sign of him in the living room.

She went out of the room again, the second floor was usually very quiet during the day, and the high-end Persian carpet made no sound.

She stood at the stairs and looked towards the living room, but she didn't see Bao Jingchuan.

Standing there and thinking about it silently, she turned around and walked to the study at the end of the corridor.

The door of the study room was ajar, and Shen Fanxing's nose was too sensitive, she could smell a faint smell of smoke with just the slightest crack.

The smell of smoke?

A flash of surprise flashed in Shen Fanxing's eyes, he raised his hand and gently opened the door, the familiar figure stood upright by the window, with his back to her, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other raised, he couldn't see the other end of the crook of his arm arm.

The windows were wide open, and the temperature in the study was very low.

She opened the door and walked over without making any noise, but the always sensitive man didn't seem to notice anything.

Until she came to his side, stood by his side, and softly called "A Chuan".

His hands trembled suddenly, and he subconsciously turned to look at her.

The moment he saw Bao Jingchuan's expression, Shen Fanxing's eyes shrank instantly.

What kind of face is that?

A pair of deep black eyes were as red as blood. The outside light hit his face directly through the wide open window, and it was unclear whether it was the color of blood or the light of clear water that shone in his eyes.

The hostility that grew almost from the bones was obviously confronting endurance at this moment, and the fine smoke sandwiched between the bony index finger and middle finger had been crushed.

"Achuan..."

She had never seen Bao Jingchuan like this before. It looked terrifying, but an inexplicable sourness welled up in her heart, flowing up her throat and up her eyes.

Seeing that it was her, Bao Jingchuan extinguished the cigarette in his hand, stretched out his hand and closed the wide open window, cutting off the cold air instantly.

"Why don't you take a good rest?"

He spoke in a low voice, but his voice seemed to take a breath of smoke, low and hoarse, as if it was difficult to spread out from the gap.

He stretched out his hands to wrap her clothes tightly, carefully avoiding her wounds.

"cold."

He took her hand, and with a single word in his low voice, he pulled her away from the window that was wide open just now.

He might still be planning to send her to the bedroom, but she stopped in the middle of the study and tugged at his arm, conveying the message that she didn't want to leave.

"Huh?" He turned to look at her sideways.

Shen Fanxing bit her lip, but tears still filled her eyes.

She pulled her hand away from his big cold hand, walked in front of him, and pressed her body close to his strong and generous chest, the clothes were still stained with coldness.

"sorry."

She murmured, tears instantly blurring a dark color on his dark suit.

She raised her hands to hug his waist, and pressed against his body tightly, wishing to melt herself into his body.

Bao Jingchuan was forced to take a few steps back by her force as if trying to squeeze into her body, and finally stopped on the edge of the desk.

Bao Jingchuan's delicate Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and he stretched out his hand to embrace the woman in his arms, and a hoarse voice came from above his head.

"It's me who should say sorry."

Shen Fanxing's nose was sore, her tears could not be stopped, and the soreness in her throat was extremely uncomfortable. She was used to the psychological suggestion of not letting herself cry easily, so she tried her best to suppress herself from making any sound.

But the pain in my heart was unbearable.

"I didn't deal with the people around me well, I was the one who gave them a chance to hurt you, and I even vented my anger on you..."

Shen Fanxing shook his head in his arms, "It's not like that!"

It was she who took the initiative to ask Yuan Sichun to compete, it was she who gave Yuan Sichun the chance to hurt herself, it was she who didn't let him touch Yuan Sichun, it was her...

Driven him into what he is now.

Bao Jingchuan didn't speak, his silence proved that he still forcibly locked himself in a strong cage.

Like a beast under siege, enduring his anger that reached the critical edge, he besieged himself tightly.

Shen Fanxing knew that he didn't listen to what he said, trapped in his overflowing emotions, resisting not to vent, clasped her waist with one hand, and circled her gently, deliberately not wanting to let his emotions leak and affect her .

"Can you..."

After a long time, Bao Jingchuan suddenly spoke out, his voice was unbearably hoarse, he paused, but Shen Fanxing nodded repeatedly.

"Yes... From now on, whatever you say will be whatever you want, and I will never make any claims again..."

"Don't worry too much about me." Bao Jingchuan said.

"..." Shen Fanxing paused.

What do you mean...don't worry too much about him? "