After Gu Tingyu left, the whole living room became quiet.
She had never eaten with him before. She was stubborn and she would do whatever he wanted to do.
Every time the two met, Bo Jing spoke more. Sometimes she just said "hmm" in a nonchalant manner, without even giving him a look.
Now that Song Jingmian thinks about it, she really admires herself back then.
But now, he didn't pull her to ask when he saw her as usual. Instead, he leaned there quietly without saying a word.
Depend on……
What should I do if he doesn't play his cards according to the routine...
Song Jingmian's round eyes turned, and a hint of cunning flashed through them.
She stood up, picked up a bowl next to him, and filled him with a bowl of soup.
Then, she turned to face her and smiled playfully: "Honey, drink some soup."
Bo Jingci suddenly heard her address to him. When he raised his eyes to look at her, the depth in his eyes became thicker and his throat rolled unconsciously.
Until he saw Song Jingmian placing the soup in front of him, his face turned dark.
It's like the prelude to a storm coming.
Song Jingmian was so frightened that she couldn't speak clearly: "What...what happened?"
Bo Jingci didn't speak for several seconds. Just when Song Jingmian was about to put the soup down, a pair of hands with sharp joints took it.
Then he finished the soup.
Song Jingmian smiled happily.
The next second, the man suddenly left his seat and walked upstairs.
"Why?!"
Song Jingmian screamed, but the man seemed to have wind under his feet and walked away without looking back.
——
In the bedroom.
Bo Jingci strode to the bedside, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his body was covered with dense red rashes.
He is allergic to seafood.
Song Jingmian just served him seafood soup.
As for having this soup at home, Gu Tingyu ordered Aunt Liu to make it. He liked Aunt Liu's craftsmanship and loved to drink this soup.
Bo Jingci took out the medicine from the drawer and drank it, his sexy throat rolling.
Then he leaned against the bed, suppressing the beating in his chest and taking a deep breath, her bright and alluring eyes flashing in his mind.
She probably didn't know how attracted she was to him.
When she called her "husband" softly and flatteringly just now, he almost couldn't control himself and wanted to hug her and kiss her hard.
But he is patient.
In the few months since she got married, he had done too many bad things, causing her to avoid her again and again, building up her own wall to surround herself and prevent others from getting close to him.
He transformed her from a living, optimistic and cheerful person into a lifeless, emotionless machine.
Aunt Liu said that you should not be so forceful with girls or the people you love, but should do it step by step.
But he didn't understand. He only knew that the day she married her and moved in, his obsession, madness, possession of her... became more and more intense.
He couldn't help her smile at others while he had nothing to do. He would want to play with her smiling person and never appear in front of her again.
There can only be him in front of her.
She likes filming, which means she has to come into contact with many people. He can't let her be intimate with other men, even if it's just filming.
He will ruin any guy who films with her.
Therefore, she locked her up, not letting her go out, and not allowing her to contact people outside.
He just wants her to be his princess, stay in this castle, with him pampering her, she doesn't have to do anything.
However, she never expected that she would become more and more resistant to contact with him and hate him more and more.
So he could only release his morbid possessiveness every night when she was asleep, and only then could he hug her and touch her.
But just now... he really almost couldn't bear it anymore.
But he really wanted her, but he didn't want to force her, or see her getting farther and farther away from him.
Every day I fall into extreme self-adjustment and entanglement.
He took a deep breath and walked to the table, grabbing a notebook.
The notebook is filled with the man’s sky-high and powerful fonts——
Today I helped Mianmian put on her shoes. Her feet are so soft. I really want to...
——
Maybe she had a fever and cold today. After dinner, Song Jingmian felt sleepy early, so she fell asleep not long after.
In the middle of the night, the bedroom door suddenly opened, and a tall figure walked straight to the sleeping girl.
Song Jingmian slept peacefully, holding the quilt in her arms, her lips were slightly pouted and the color of her lips was bright red, as if she wanted to be kissed.
With that in mind, Bo Jingci did the same.
He lowered his head, his eyes full of crazy fascination, and carefully touched the top of her head with his right hand. His lips inevitably touched the corner of her mouth.
He didn't dare to do anything too extreme.
Maybe she slept too deeply tonight. Thinking of the name she called him today, Bo Jingci couldn't help but hold her in his arms, burying his head in her neck, sweeping away all the breath from her body.
"Mianmian..." His hoarse voice sounded, filled with uncontrollable desire.
Suddenly, the girl suddenly turned over and went straight into her arms.
Then, she clung to him like an octopus and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Then, an abnormal moan escaped from Bo Jingci's throat: "Well..."
The next day.
When Song Jingmian woke up, she found that the man beside her had left.
She thought Bo Jingci would hold her and sleep all night.
She did go to bed early last night, but for some unknown reason, she woke up the moment he came over.
When I came downstairs, there was no one at the table.
"Aunt Liu." Song Jingmian called her.
"Why--"
Aunt Liu was still making breakfast for her in the kitchen. Bo Jingci was right. She was indeed awake at this time.
"Where's Bo Jingci?"
Aunt Liu brought out the prepared breakfast: "The young master has gone to the company."
Song Jingmian nodded and asked, "Then will he come back at noon?"
Aunt Liu shook her head, "Uncle Liu said that the company has been very busy recently, and the young master has been so busy during this period that he can't even take care of food."
Thinking of something, Song Jingmian said "Oh".
Aunt Liu also discovered that since her wife woke up after having a fever, her whole person had become different.
She had never asked about these matters of the young master before. Many times she couldn't help but tell her how hard the young master was, but she had no reaction every time.
"Then can I go out today?"
When she first came here, Song Jingmian made it clear that she wanted to go out for filming, but Bo Jingci refused and locked her in a private villa. She couldn't get out no matter what.
It wasn't until one day that Song Jingmian couldn't bear it anymore and mutilated herself in the house. Aunt Liu came to the room to bring her lunch and found out.
In fact, Song Jingmian was sure that Aunt Liu would deliver the meal at that time, and she never thought about dying.
She knew how much Bo Jingci loved her, but if she didn't do something, she would never be able to get out of this door in her life.
After that, Bo Jingci would no longer force her to go out, but when she went out, he still sent several people to follow her to protect her safety.
But she was still not allowed to film.
Song Jingmian didn't care, he just took it one step at a time.
Aunt Liu was confused: "What does the madam want to do?"
Song Jingmian smiled mysteriously: "Keep it secret first."
Then he promised: "It's not about running away anyway!"
