Chapter 121 Why is Shen Jixing still acting coquettishly with you?

Mu Si slowly opened his eyes.

The dazzling light made him cover his eyes lightly. He looked haggard after not eating for three days.

His lips were pale and dry, he moved, but in the end he said nothing.

“…”

"Get out." Boyu said in a deep voice.

The doctor cried out: "How can he move at all..."

Three days without food is already the limit of human physical strength, and even Mousse, who has a strong physique, is no exception.

Bo Yu glanced at him coldly and said, "I'll let you out."

Doctor:"……"

"Okay." He walked out obediently and closed the door.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of cream.

Bo Yu swept the last fresh cake and drove the wheelchair to him. He supported himself with his arms and tried to get off.

"Don't come down. I don't have the strength to carry you back."

Bo Yu's cold eyes fell on him, and then he got off the wheelchair.

Mu Si was right about what he said.

Bo Yu was not actually completely unable to move. His thighs could still exert some force, but his dignity had lost its effect.

Bo Yu picked up the latest small cake and then pressed it on his lips, "Eat."

Boyu has experienced this feeling.

Three days is the limit for humans. If Mousse doesn't eat anything, he will die.

Mousse turned his head away without opening his mouth.

His chin was forcibly pinched open, and Bo Yu stuffed the cake into his mouth without gentleness, "Swallow it."

Director Mu looked at him almost angrily.

Bo Yu met his gaze coldly. It was the first time he had butter on his hands and fed a dying person food. It was like the scene of him saving them.

Mu Si swallowed it instinctively.

Then I heard Bo Yu's cold voice, "Is this the cake you like?"

"no."

Mousse lowered his eyelids and said calmly, "I like mousse cake."

Bo Yu seemed stunned for a moment.

He sneered without commenting, looking at the cream cake in his palm, not understanding what the difference was, "Eat it all up."

There was a sweet trace on Bo Yu's palm.

He swept his fingertips coldly across it, clearly unhappy but saying nothing.

Until Mu Si asked, "Where is the young master?"

Bo Yu's answer was very cold, "It has nothing to do with you."

Mu Si couldn't tell the expression on his face. He grabbed Bo Yu's arm and said, "What did you do to the young master?!"

Bo Yu turned around and moved himself onto the wheelchair pedal. The wheelchair automatically lifted him up and he sat back on the throne of his lair. He did not take the people he had saved seriously.

It's like just helping an ant survive.

"I will leave here with him and live in Tuscany, where the maple leaves are beautiful now."

Mu Si's heart seemed to fall off a cliff. He almost dared not to repeat, "What on earth did you do to the young master?"

Bo Yu asked coldly, "What do you think?"

"You always try to branch out beyond your capabilities, but I will put everything back on track, back to where the story began."

“The first snow of the year is coming soon.”

Bo Yu looked down at him and said, "You are free."

He wanted to take Shen Jixing away and leave Mu Si there.

The doctor outside the door was stunned.

Throw it the wrong way!

"You are only to the young master..."

Mu Si didn't understand psychology. He just felt that Bo Yu was much calmer now, as if everything was slowly getting better. He just left him here and asked, "Young Master, are you willing?"

"He would."

There was a deep stagnant water under Bo Yu's warm amber eyes, "He is mine now."

Mu Si's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

His hanging hands tightened a little bit, and he called Bo Yu by his name for the first time, "Bo Yu, you are such a bastard."

…

It was a bright and sunny morning.

Zhou Yili finally turned on his phone. The messages flooded across the screen and he casually replied to his agent.

【Z】：1

Still alive.

The agent's phone rang right there, and an unexpected high-pitched ringtone rang out.

Zhou Yi covered Shen Jixing's ears subconsciously and answered the call. "Who told you to make the call?"

Agent: “???”

The agent immediately cursed at the Chinese people.

But Zhou Yili didn't listen at all. He clicked mute. He lowered his eyes and lifted Shen Jixing's chin, "Are you scared?"

Shen Jixing didn't hear the agent's voice.

He buried his head in Zhou Yili's arms, "A little bit, rub it."

Zhou Yili nodded with a smile and rubbed circles on his ear with his warm palm.

Shen Jixing's expression was rarely relaxed, and she wrapped her arms around his waist in a cool and gentle manner.

During these three days, Zhou Yili was not as immature and reckless as before.

His discomfort had mostly disappeared, and he was like a noble swan that had been coaxed into a smooth ride. "Did you hang up?"

Zhou Yili glanced at the screen and said, "No."

Swan: “???”

Shen Jixing opened his eyes immediately and heard Zhou Yili's lazy soothing voice, "It's okay, I'm muted."

The hand on his ear bone was still rubbing it silently.

Shen Jixing asked calmly, "Whose voice is that?"

Zhou Yili was stumped by the question. He thought briefly, then slowly blinked in understanding, "Oh, his voice."

Shen Jixing closed his eyes with a dead heart.

“…”

He decisively got out of bed, left the master bedroom without looking back, and went to the second bedroom where he had not returned for a long time to calm down for a while.

Zhou Yili tried to grab the man but failed, so he reminded him loudly, "You are barefoot again, put on pants..."

In the cool light, Shen Jixing gave him a cold look.

Her long eyelashes were smudged in the light, and her earlobes were lightly powdered, perhaps from being rubbed or out of shyness.

"Shut up."

Zhou Yili chuckled twice and reopened the call with his agent.

This time, the other party no longer swore at me.

I even felt a little respect for Zhou Yili, "Can you make a tutorial?"

Zhou Yili didn't understand.

"Why is Shen Jixing still acting like a spoiled child to you? Did you trick him?" The agent felt that Zhou Yili was unworthy of this.

Zhou Yili found it inexplicably funny, "Need that thing? He just loves me so much that he wants to..."

The door to the master bedroom was pushed open.

Shen Jixing looked at him coldly with an expressionless face.

"What do you want?"

"Not really." Zhou Yili leaned against the morning light and smiled carelessly, and said slowly with a smile in his voice, "I love you to death."

Shen Jixing picked up the pants on the ground without changing his expression.

"Then go to hell."

He said this coldly and almost left with his hands and feet together.

She was wearing a white shirt with a few buttons on it, and the hem of her shirt just covered her thighs. She ran away pretending to be calm, like a pretty doll.

The sound of Zhou Yili's laughter came from the master bedroom.

"How can he be so cute?"

The agent on the other end spent a long time talking to him about the concert's approval progress and detailed arrangements.

Zhou Yili replied nonchalantly, "That's it, I like him so much."

He didn't realize it at the time.

This was the last time he saw Shen Jixing today.