Qinglan Waterside Pavilion.
Bo Yucheng took off his suit. He raised his chin slightly, but his eyes were slightly lowered, looking at the girl in front of him.
Shi Qinglan raised her face to reach the man's lapel and helped him loosen his tie. She fingered the buttons of the white shirt with her delicate fingers and helped him untie them one by one. Her brows were focused and serious.
The shirt was very thin, and when the girl's fingertips brushed against it, Bo Yucheng could even feel a little warmth. A thin electric current coursed through his body, causing his Adam's apple to roll slightly...
"Let me take it off for you." The girl's soft voice said.
It was not because he was worried that it would be inconvenient for Bo Yucheng to exert force on his arm, but because he was afraid that if the wound did not heal well and the pus would leak out of the gauze and stick to his shirt, it would be easily involved in the wound when he took it off.
So Shi Qinglan reluctantly helped him take off his clothes.
Bo Yucheng's lips curled up slightly, and he looked down at the girl in front of him with a loving smile. His Adam's apple rolled slightly and he said, "Yes."
Hearing this, Shi Qinglan carefully peeled off the man's shirt. The whip wound had almost healed. After all, the bullet wound on the back shoulder was relatively deep. Bo Yucheng would definitely use his arm in his daily work, so the wound would inevitably recover slowly. Some.
Sure enough, there was a slight suppuration, and the gauze adhered to the shirt.
"Sit down first." Shi Qinglan put her hands on his shoulders, pushed him down on the bed, and then fetched the medical kit.
His slender white fingers picked up the alcohol cotton ball with tweezers and helped him peel off the gauze and shirt little by little.
Bo Yucheng's muscular upper body was exposed to the air, and his smooth and distinct abdominal muscles were very masculine. His wide back gave people a sense of security, and his body was coveted...
"Get down." Shi Qinglan glanced sideways at the bed.
After hearing this, the man lay down on the bed, his crimson lips curled up in a playful arc, and his brows were full of satisfaction.
Shi Qinglan didn't regard him as her man at all...
No matter how good his figure is, in her eyes, he is still a tissue and an organ. She looked him over with a pair of doctor's eyes, and then changed his medicine very carefully.
"Does it hurt?" The girl's fingertips gently brushed the man's back.
Bo Yucheng turned his head sideways and looked at the girl's delicate and charming face. Seeing her frown, he stretched out his big palm to wrap her little hand, "It hurts, what should I do?"
Hearing this, Shi Qinglan's pity for him disappeared instantly.
She immediately recognized that the dramatist man was causing trouble, rolled her eyes and pulled her hand back, "Then just let it hurt and sleep on your stomach at night."
A low and hoarse laugh slowly penetrated the girl's ears.
Bo Yucheng turned over and sat up, then put his arms around the girl's waist and buried his head in her arms.
The man is sitting on the bed and the girl is standing.
In this posture, Bo Yucheng looked a bit weak, and his head buried in her arms also seemed a bit coquettish...
"Lan Lan." The man's deep voice sounded slowly.
Shi Qinglan put her hand on his head and rubbed him gently like a dog's head, "Huh?"
"Take some time and I'll take you to meet my grandfather." Bo Yucheng's voice was light and deep, as if he had already considered it.
He put one arm around the girl's waist, and held the girl's hand with his other hand and squeezed it twice, "Are you willing, huh?"
With that said, the man stood up and stood opposite the girl.
A trace of surprise flashed in Shi Qinglan's beautiful eyes, as if she was still a little unprepared, "Has your grandpa returned to China?"
"Yes." Bo Yucheng responded solemnly, "He returned to China on the same day as us, and the call that day was from the housekeeper."
Hearing this, Shi Qinglan nodded suddenly.
She didn't expect that Bo Yucheng's grandfather would come back so soon. A little panic gradually filled her heart, and she pursed her red lips in confusion, "But my gift is not ready yet..."
"It's okay." Bo Yucheng held the girl's hand tightly.
He smiled lovingly in a low voice, "As long as you are a girl, my grandpa will like you, so don't be nervous, eh?"
Bo Chengru's request for his grandson's wife is indeed that simple.
The Bo family's chaebol is already powerful enough and does not need to consolidate its position through family marriage. It does not care about the identity of its grandson's wife. As long as Bo Yucheng does not marry a man, it is enough...
Moreover, when he mentioned Shi Qinglan to Bo Chengru that day, his attitude could be detected between the lines.
If the grandson-in-law were her, the old man would probably be so happy that he would stick his head in his arms.
But Shi Qinglan frowned slightly, her red lips slightly pursed and she muttered dissatisfiedly, "How can that be done... What if your grandpa is dissatisfied with me, or doesn't like me..."
She has always been confident and rarely doubts herself.
When Bo Yucheng held the girl's hand, he could feel that her palms were sweating, probably because of nervousness, and he saw a bit of panic flashing in those clear and beautiful eyes.
"My grandpa likes you very much." He comforted in a deep voice.
Shi Qinglan looked up at him suspiciously, "How do you know grandpa will like me? He hasn't even met me yet..."
No matter how confident she is usually, she is still Bo Yucheng's grandfather, an elder, and the former head of the Bo family's chaebol family.
When Bo Chengru was still young, he was a very important and dominant figure in financial reports. I heard that he also had a cold personality and had been very strict with Bo Yucheng since he was a child...
"Don't worry." Bo Yucheng gently rubbed the girl's head, "My grandpa will definitely like you very much."
But Shi Qinglan still didn't believe it no matter what. His nervousness had not dissipated much, and his brain began to work at high speed, thinking about what kind of gift he should prepare for his grandfather...
But Bo Yucheng's arm strength suddenly increased a little.
He exerted a little force, and Shi Qinglan leaned forward and fell into his arms, her delicate body pressed tightly against his chest.
"Lanlan, now we should think about something else..."
Bo Yucheng lowered his head slightly, pressed his lips lightly against the girl's ear, and his sweet and sweet voice slowly penetrated into her ears.
Shi Qinglan raised her eyes in confusion, "What else... um!"
But before she finished speaking, her chin was suddenly pinched. Bo Yucheng lifted the girl's face and lowered his head to kiss her.
"No, your injury..."
"fine."
Shi Qinglan tried to struggle to protest, but all her words were drowned in the tiny kiss, and her body was slowly pressed down...
On an autumn night with a sparse moonlight, the golden leaves rustled in the evening breeze, and the hazy moonlight was like goose-yellow silk, caressing a faint veil of ambiguity in the night.
…
Shi Qinglanxiang lay in the man's arms dripping with sweat.
Her black hair was slightly moist with sweat, and a few strands of broken hair touched the girl's cheek, showing a bit of charm.
The girl's face was pink at the moment, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, expressing her tiredness. She lay on the bed and didn't want to move at all...
(End of chapter)