Nie Xunhuan's thin wrist was pinched by Bo Junyi. The force was not strong, but it was so tight that she couldn't break free.

Seeing Nie Han being taken away by the car, she said anxiously: "Mr. Bo, what do you want to do? If you have anything, just come to me, don't joke with my brother!"

Bo Junyi's dark eyes stared at her panicked face coldly, "Is that how you look at me?"

Her heart was pounding. It was not that he looked at her like that, but the harm he had done to the Nie family was still fresh in her memory and she dared not forget it.

The force on her wrist suddenly increased, and it hurt so much that her eyes suddenly turned red.

Although it was painful, she bit her teeth stubbornly and said nothing.

"Get in the car!" Bo Junyi's voice was very cold.

Song Ling drove the Maybach over and stopped in front of them.

Bo Junyi opened the car door and stuffed Nie Xunhuan in.

Nie Xunhuan felt that she was stuffed in, but in the eyes of others, Bo Junyi's actions were very gentle.

A broad hand dragged her waist and helped her into the car.

Unable to escape, Nie Xunhuan could only sit in the car obediently, after all, her brother was still in his hands.

Nie Xunhuan was also worried, but she was helpless facing Bo Junyi.

Maybe she couldn't fight to the death with this kind of merman.

She fell down, and there was no one behind her.

It was not realistic to rely on her father and Nie Han to support the Nie Group.

The car drove very fast and soon overtook the car carrying Nie Han.

She stared at the car outside the brown window, pursed her lips, and a trace of anxiety and uneasiness flashed in her eyes.

The familiar scenery passed quickly in front of her eyes, but she found that the road behind was no longer familiar to her.

The car soon stopped outside an apartment, and Bo Junyi urged coldly: "Get out."

Nie Xunhuan got out of the car, and the car carrying Nie Han followed not far away. Her heart suddenly stabilized.

"Ms. Nie, this is the apartment that Mr. Bo prepared for you." After Song Ling got out of the car, he handed her a key.

Nie Xunhuan was stunned, turned his head to look at Bo Junyi sitting coldly in the car, and thought of his misunderstanding just now, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Bo, I'm sorry for what happened just now." Nie Xunhuan bowed slightly and said apologetically.

However, Bo Junyi didn't seem to appreciate it, and his cold and handsome profile was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Song Ling looked at her intriguingly, "Mr. Bo is going home to visit his grandmother, so we won't disturb him."

"Oh, thank you." She thanked him again, holding the key in both hands.

She didn't want to go home at first. She originally wanted to find a hospital for Nie Han to recuperate, and she would just stay in a hotel.

But she didn't expect Bo Junyi to have guessed her mind.

Song Ling smiled slightly, turned back to the car, and drove away with Bo Junyi.

The people who stayed on the other side asked Nie Xunhuan to go upstairs to open the door first.

The key that Song Ling handed her had the house number on it, which was very considerate.

She ran into the apartment, got on the elevator, and went directly to the third floor.

This apartment building is not high, and there are only two households on each floor, one on each side of the elevator.

Normally, people go in and out from the two doors of the elevator, so they don't disturb each other. It's very quiet

. It's really suitable for recuperation.

When she opened the door, she thought that what she saw would be like Bo Junyi's apartment, simple and cold, but she didn't expect that the apartment was decorated very warmly and had a homey feel.

Warm yellow lights, pastoral-style curtains, very petty bourgeoisie.

Soon, several caregivers pushed Nie Han out of the elevator and sent him to the bed in the room. Another person carried their luggage to the entrance.

"Thank you." Nie Xunhuan thanked, although she knew that the person who should be thanked the most was actually Bo Junyi.

Those people said goodbye to her and left in a hurry.

"Sister, are we going to live here?" The wounds on Nie Han's body have healed a lot. The operation was not serious in the first place. He could stand up slowly by himself even without the help of others.

He covered his abdomen with one hand, stood at the door of the room, looked out, with a somewhat unhappy expression on his face.

"Yes." Nie Xunhuan nodded and moved their luggage into the room.

"What about my things?" Nie Han asked with a frown.

"I'll ask Aunt Zhao to send it tomorrow." Nie Xunhuan said lightly.

Letting Aunt Zhao come is also a hint to Father Nie to let him know where they live now.

Nie Han knew that Nie Xunhuan had his own plans and could not interfere. He was too young to protect his sister from the wind and rain.

"You take a rest first. You've been on the plane for such a long time. I'll go make you some porridge." Nie Xunhuan took off his windbreaker and put it on the linen sofa beside him. He unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his slender white arms, and walked into the kitchen.

Nie Han stammered slightly, then followed silently.

Seeing Nie Xunhuan calmly taking care of everything in the kitchen, he asked carefully: "Sister, why are you hiding from Brother Duan?"

"No reason, I just broke up and don't love you anymore." Nie Xunhuan took out an earthenware pot, poured the white rice into it, turned on the tap and started washing the rice.

"Did Brother Duan do something to let you down?" Nie Han asked again.

Nie Xunhuan shook her head, "He didn't let me down."

It was she who let him down.

"Sister, maybe..."

"Xiao Han, you are too young and don't understand anything. Love is not just about mutual affection." Nie Xunhuan stopped what he was doing and took a deep breath. "Being well matched, having a common language, and having experience will all have a certain impact on love."

"You adults are always weird." Nie Han frowned, looking confused.

"What's so strange about that, sir? It's just the reality. Even if Duan Ye and I hadn't done these things, we might not be together." Nie Xunhuan knew from the beginning that the Duan family would not accept him.

Just because he had such a bad aunt who had ruined countless families.

It's ridiculous to let the next generation, who has nothing to do with it, pay off the debt of the previous life!

Nie Han kept silent. He didn't have much impression of that aunt.

But when he was very young, he could always smell a very strong perfume, the kind of perfume of a mature woman, and every time he felt pain on his face and body, especially blue spots would appear on his body.

He didn't understand at first, but later he realized that the aunt didn't like him.

Because his birth meant that someone would inherit the Nie family's property, if it weren't for his sister protecting him, he might have died long ago.

So he also had some more hatred towards Nie Xuewei. He

never thought there would be such a vicious woman in the world.

He himself had such a hard life, how did Nie Xunhuan manage to survive until now? It really made him curious and sad.

"Go and have a rest. I'll be done soon." Nie Xunhuan smiled, still gentle, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

Nie Han nodded and obediently returned to the room.