Thin listened to this sentence, and the color at the bottom of his eyes was cold again.

She expected to hear Bo Haifeng say sorry. It's impossible in her life.

She doesn't want to see Bo Haifeng again in her next life, so

Bo Haifeng, as you said, is it fate or sin, that's all.

Thin tilt closed his eyes, opened his pink lips slightly, and gently called, "ink cold..."

The next second, Bo Haifeng's hand holding the fruit knife was suddenly held tightly. After 0.01 seconds, he only heard Bo Haifeng scream. The fruit knife fell to the ground. Bo Haifeng also fell to the ground and was subdued by other bodyguards.

Bo Haifeng glared at Bo Qing fiercely. No wonder she was so calm. It turned out that she knew that her people were all around, so she was not afraid at all.

Bo Haifeng roared like a beast, "I will not let you go as a ghost. Bo Qing, wait for me!"

Bo Qing no longer looked at Bo Haifeng. His cool voice was like a stream under the ice, with a deep chill. "Take it away and give it to Director Wang."

"Yes." Mo Han answered and ordered his men to take Bo Haifeng away. He looked at Bo Qing silently for a while, hesitated and asked, "madam, sir..."

Bo Qing looked at Mo Han, understood his meaning, smiled faintly and said, "I'm not hurt, but I'll tell Jin Yan about it myself."

Mo Han nodded and went down.

Bo Qing looks at Grandpa's and her mother's tombstones again and smiles.

Bo Haifeng was caught in front of the tombstone of his grandfather and mother. All the gratitude and resentment really came to an end.

She smiled easily and left the cemetery.

……

Xi Jinyan knew that Bo Haifeng held a knife on Bo Qing's neck. His face was very ugly. He grabbed Bo Qing and stared at her neck for a long time. He was still not at ease.

"Did you wipe the foundation on your neck?"

Thin Leaning: "... You have a big straight guy who still knows the foundation. It's a real success. Do I need to spell it so that I can't let you see it? I wish I had hurt myself. You know, it hurts you to love me."

"I usually don't love you? Do I have to get hurt?" Xi Jin Yan sighed and put Bo Qing on his leg. "Are you scared?"

"In fact, it's OK. I know Mo Han is around, so I was very calm." three big words were written on Bo Qing's face: for praise!

Xi Jinyan hugged Bo Qing, and a low and deep voice streamed in her ear, with a reassuring force, "everything is over."

Thin pour nodded, raised his hand around Xi Jin Yan's neck, and hung a smart smile on his lips. "Honey, should we celebrate tonight, huh? Things on my side are over. When your things are over, we can get married."

Xi Jinyan frowned displeased. How could he remember that he didn't say that before? Besides

"What's the matter with me?"

Thin lean blinked, "your disease, you haven't continued to receive treatment during this period. We can't get married until your disease is all right."

Xi Jinyan's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He glanced at thin and heavy eyes fell elsewhere. "What does this have to do with marriage? Do you dislike me?"

Thin tilted his lips. "I dislike you. Why are you here?"

Xi Jinyan naturally said that on purpose. Bo Qing pushed the wedding date back again and again. He didn't understand.

"Why is that?"

Thin pour Leng for a moment, "what, why?"