Rich and powerful scheming: Please sign the old love husband

While Tao Zi was away, Gu Huaian stood up, looked at their old small bedroom, walked behind Bo Ran for a while, and commented: "Your house... is very special."

He smiled helplessly: "What you want to say is very small and simple, right?"

Gu Huaian did not explain, but mentioned the old thing again: "Bo Ran, don't you think about it?"

Bo Ran was cutting onions and ginger, but he didn't even turn his head back, just said "Ah?"

"Let's get married. Not only can we anger the old man to death, but we can also block his mouth. And you think, the mother and daughter will depend on your face in the future. The mistress must call you sister-in-law, please feel more relieved, listen to your words, feel more relieved

!”

The knife of the pork-stained vegetables stopped suddenly and didn't say anything for a long time.

Gu Huaian waited for a while, then looked at her, and then noticed: "Hey, your fingers are bleeding!"

Bo Ran then came back to his senses, lowered his head, and his fingertips were already bleeding.

Gu Huaian hurriedly threw away the knife, grabbed her hand and put it under the faucet to rinse, and scolded her while checking the wound: "Don't you hurt? There was no reaction at all."

Tao Zi had just brought out the medicine box and wanted Gu Huaian to take medicine. When he saw Bo Ran's hand, he immediately fussed to get gauze to bandage her.

When I returned to the living room, I saw Gu Huaian staring at Bo Ran intently, while Bo Ran lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

She wisely put down the gauze and disinfectant and said, "I'll go cook, you can wrap it yourself."

After that, he went into the kitchen and brought the door with him.

Gu Huaian reached out and took the disinfectant. From this angle, he could see the back of her head, the fluffy hair at the root of her hair, revealing a piece of slender and fair neck, and her skin was so thin that she could almost see the bottom.

Capillaries.

"Touch your hand out," he said.

Bo Ran raised his head: "I'll do it myself."

Gu Huaian glanced at her and felt helpless: "Do you have to keep people from thousands of miles away?"

She sighed, "I won't promise you."

Gu Huaian was stunned.

"Really, Mr. Gu, you have taken too much care about my affairs. You are not my own. Don't come to me again in the future."

Gu Huaian put down the medicine bottle in his hand and looked at her. After a long time, he suddenly sneered, and the cynical smile returned to his face.

"Bo Ran, isn't it just that you are kind to you? You're illusioned? You don't think you really like you, right?"

He looked up at him, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were as evil and arrogant as when he first met.

"I want to marry you, but because you don't have the problem of those daughters, you won't be able to control how I play outside after marriage. Besides, you are Bo Fangcheng's daughter, so it's best to use it to anger my dad."

Bo Ran was stunned for a moment and couldn't react a little.

Gu Huaian glanced at her and continued, "You closed your heart, because you still like the surname Pei, right? I admit that I had sympathy for you before, but now I figured it out, even if I was doing a show, I wouldn't

Marry a woman who has someone else’s heart.”

After saying this, he stood up and left.

Tao Zi heard the sound of the door and came out of the kitchen wearing an apron. But when he saw only Bo Ran sitting on the sofa, his fingers had not been bandaged yet, he couldn't help but ask, "Where is Mr. Gu?"

"Go away."

"I've cooked all the porridge, he's gone?"

Bo Ran went up to unbutton her apron, smiled faintly, and said, "Forget it, Tao Zi, he is not from the same world."

Tao Zi seemed to understand, but soon felt relieved: "If he doesn't eat, you have to take charge of it. I've cooked it for a long time."