Ye Chuyan stared blankly at Bao Sijin's unemotional black eyes, and a thought came to her heart belatedly.
She may have really lost that young man who was full of satisfaction for her...
Bo Sijin thought that Ye Chuyan had listened, and his tone softened a bit.
"Let's go, I'll take you back. Tomorrow I will buy you a house. You and I are not relatives, so it's not a solution for a girl like you to always live in the Marshal's Mansion."
Ye Chuyan was a little dizzy.
Bo Sijin wants to drive her away...
No, she can't go.
"No, Si Jin, listen to me, you are just angry with me now, shall we calm down first? Don't drive me away—"
Seeing that Ye Chuyan was about to cry.
Bo Sijin frowned deeply.
Before, he hated seeing Ye Chuyan shed tears the most, but now, he was full of impatience.
Bo Sijin is obviously not a gentleman.
He turned cold, "Chuyan, I don't want to waste the relationship between us all the time, you should know whether some things should be done."
"Don't piss me off."
Ye Chuyan stared at him in disbelief, "You weren't like this before—"
Bao Sijin felt that he had to make it clear to Ye Chuyan that he didn't want to be entangled.
"Ye Chuyan."
He called her seriously.
Ye Chuyan: "Ah...?"
The man in the military uniform had cold eyes, and his words were merciless.
"If possible, I hope that you will never go back to China in your whole life, and come back to me. In this way, at least the beauty of our youth will remain between us."
"And now—"
"You broke this beauty abruptly."
Originally, first love should be the most unforgettable.
With the passage of time, this love should have been frozen in youth and never fade, but now, Ye Chuyan's beautiful image in Bao Sijin's heart has been completely shattered.
Even the memories of that period began to become blurred.
"You do it yourself."
Bao Sijin took a deep look at Ye Chuyan, then walked away.
Before leaving, he kindly reminded Ye Chuyan a few words.
"Don't even try to seduce that man. He is Sheng Yun, Sheng Peizhi. He used to be the warlord of the Sifang warlords."
"He's not something you can afford to provoke."
After finishing speaking, Bao Sijin left gracefully, ignoring Ye Chuyan who stood there dumbfounded.
In later days.
When Sheng Yun was arranging Fu Yue's jewelry again, he found a black token, and he recognized that it belonged to Bo Sijin.
The eyes of a certain fox-like man flickered, and an immature thought popped into his mind.
He took this token to force the marriage.
Holding the token in his hand, Sheng Yun stood in front of Fu Yue, his beautiful face was expressionless, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight arc.
He handed the token to Fu Yue.
Nothing was said.
Fu Yue was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what this man was doing all of a sudden, and then seeing the token in his hand, her eyes suddenly dimmed a bit.
uh, this...
At that time, he just took Bo Sijin's token, and then threw it away without caring where he threw it. He didn't expect to be found out by this guy now.
Mr. Sheng had no expression on his face: "This is Bo Sijin's stuff. It should be quite important to him. Liang'er, what do you say?"
Fu Yue pondered: "I think I can still quibble... no, let me explain."