Every time this happened, Chen Zhuyun would feel a little ashamed, but soon she would immerse herself in love with the man again.
Xiao Bo Heng knew that Chen Zhuyun didn't love Bo Xiaozhuo, and Bo Xiaozhuo also knew that Chen Zhuyun had changed, but Bo Xiaozhuo never cared about love. He just wanted Chen Zhuyun to belong to him forever, and that was enough.
When the man kicked him to the ground and cursed him in front of Chen Zhuyun, little Bo Heng raised his tender little face, his big black eyes filled with tears: "Mom, you..."
Before he could finish his words, Shen Zhuyun anxiously defended the man: "He didn't do it on purpose, get up quickly!"
Xiao Boheng felt so sad and uncomfortable that he felt like he was going to die.
He looked at Chen Zhuyun quietly, tears falling down his face.
He didn't understand. He had done everything Shen Zhuyun said, but why didn't she love him?
Chen Zhuyun looked at this face that looked similar to Bo Xiaozhuo's seven elders and felt annoyed.
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Lying in the bathtub, Bo Heng struggled desperately in the nightmare. Why, why did his mother hate him so much?
He felt as if an invisible hand was strangling his neck, falling into a bottomless abyss, unable to breathe. At his most desperate moment, a gentle and worried voice came, calling his name.
"Hubby, Bo Heng, wake up, wake up quickly."
The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, which were filled with bloodshot. Bo Heng breathed in fear, and a thin layer of mist covered his dark and deep eyes. He looked at the person in front of him with bloodshot eyes.
"Honey, you had a nightmare." Yuan Jiang pulled a dry towel from the stand next to him and hurriedly wiped the water stains off his face: "Why are you soaking in ice water? You'll catch a cold."
With a "bang", Bo Heng suddenly stood up and hugged Yuan Jiang tightly, his voice choked with sobs: "Yuan Jiang, don't leave me."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm your wife, how could I leave you?" Yuan Jiang keenly noticed his uneasiness and told him gently and firmly again.
"I will always be with you, Bo Heng. Don't be afraid."
Bo Heng closed his eyes tightly, his eye sockets were scarlet, and he was terrified because of anxiety. He revealed his vulnerability and anxiety to Yuan Jiang.
Yuan Jiang coaxed him softly: "Husband, can you please get out of the bathtub first?"
It is almost late autumn now, and the temperature at night can drop to more than ten degrees. No matter how healthy Bo Heng is, he can't withstand such hardship. What's more, Bo Heng has not had a rest since the death of Chen Zhuyun and Bo Xiaozhuo.
Bo Heng stared at Yuan Jiang intently, then came out of the bathtub dully and obediently.
The white shirt on his body was soaked by water, sticking to his beautifully curved chest muscles, and his strong abdominal muscles were faintly visible. His black hair drooped wetly on his smooth forehead. He stared at Yuan Jiang with a pair of red eyes, like a poor and broken puppy.
Yuan Jiang rubbed his head, drained the ice water from the bathtub, filled it with warm water, and added a few drops of essential oil: "Take off your clothes and take a bath to relax."
Bo Heng stood still, staring at Yuan Jiang.
"husband?"
Bo Heng blinked slowly, his Adam's apple rolling slowly, and he grabbed her hand and placed it on his collar: "Help me take it off."
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