The room looked like a study, with thick, soft carpets. All kinds of furnishings look low-key, but the price is definitely not low-key.
Rows of bookshelves are filled with books in various Chinese or foreign languages, and the capacity is comparable to a small library.
Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the green lawn, fountain and private swimming pool outside.
Jiang Yan sighed and looked at the man sitting on the sofa.
He was wearing a homely gray sweater, with his slender legs crossed together, exuding a lazy and noble temperament. That handsome face was a little pale, but the sharp jaw line exuded a domineering coldness.
It seems that he is a sharp-edged man.
Hearing Jiang Yan's footsteps, Bo Yuntian raised his eyes.
His eyes were deep and cold, making Jiang Yan's breathing stagnate, and he almost lost his composure.
He collected himself and said in a low voice, "Mr. Bo."
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Looking at the handsome figure in front of him, Bo Yuntian lowered his eyelids, covering the flashing emotions in his eyes.
He pointed to the sofa beside him.
"Doctor Liao, please sit down."
Liao Qiuwen sat down and put the medicine kit in his hand on the table: "Mr. Bo, do you want to inject now?"
Bo Yuntian nodded.
Liao Qiuwen opened the medicine box and took out a syringe and a medicine bottle the size of a thumb.
Such a small enhancer costs eight figures.
And he has to inject one every month, so that this body, which has already begun to be dilapidated inside, will rejuvenate a little bit of life, so as to protect the Bo family that has been precarious in the wind and rain.
His life is really worth a fortune.
Bo Yuntian thought mockingly.
"Mr. Bo, it may hurt a little, please bear with it."
Bo Yuntian rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, revealing his pale and thin arms.
The sharp syringe pierced the skin and lodged in a blood vessel. The medicine brought piercing pain, but he didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows.
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Compared with the torture he usually suffers, this pain is nothing at all.
Although the booster can temporarily suppress the onset of the genetic disease, it makes him look like a normal person. But whenever the night is quiet, the side effects will drag him into the abyss of pain that is worse than death.
Out of the corner of Bo Yuntian's eye, his eyes fell on Liao Qiuwen.
He was wearing a gray windbreaker today, with a high-quality drapey texture, wrapping his slender figure.
A dark-colored scarf was worn on the elegant neck, and a layer of cold mist that could not be dispelled seemed to exude from the whole body.
At this moment, he was pushing the syringe in his hand with a serious expression.
Those hands are well-articulated and the wrist bones are clear, like works of art.
The long black eyelashes cast two faint shadows on that slightly cold face.
Bo Yuntian couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple.
In a daze, Liao Qiuwen had quickly finished the injection and packed the medicine box.
"Mr. Bo, the booster for this month has been injected. If there is any problem, please contact me at any time. If there is nothing else, I will go back first."
Bo Yuntian withdrew his gaze and gave a faint "hmm".
When Liao Qiuwen turned around and walked towards the door, he couldn't help turning his eyes again, and his eyes fell on the straight back.
This person has always been like this.
Be polite, but politely reject people thousands of miles away.
Every time after giving him an injection, he always said a few official words like this, then turned and left without the slightest nostalgia.
But the relationship between them is nothing more than the relationship between the employer and the employed, so what can they ask for beyond the bounds
Bo Yuntian laughed at himself.
However, at this moment, Liao Qiuwen, who had already reached the door, stopped and turned his head under his surprised gaze.