Out of control and sinking

Jiang Ruan's eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes stained with tears, looking pitiful. Bai Zhe's pure and innocent face was sickly at this moment, and she looked like a doll.

Leaning against Bo Ye's chest, the man could clearly feel her body temperature through the thin fabric of her shirt.

It's very hot.

His eyes were filled with tension. He gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips and called her name softly.

"Jiang Ruan, it's time to take your medicine."

His voice was gentler than ever before.

Even after he finished speaking, Bo Ye himself was stunned for a moment.

He never considered himself a gentle person; everyone who knew him said he was ruthless and cunning.

But seeing her vulnerable state in front of him, Bo Ye felt a pang of pity.

Jiang Ruan did not respond.

This was something Bo Ye had expected.

As if it were a natural thing, the man didn't hesitate at all, picked up the bowl of dark soup and drank it directly into his mouth.

bitter.

An appalling suffering.

Bo Ye didn't swallow it, but held it in his mouth.

He put down the bowl, hooked her chin with his fingertips, easily pried open her cherry-like lips with his fingertips, and lowered his head to kiss her directly.

Then I gradually transferred it to her.

He would continue feeding her only after making sure she had swallowed it.

Jiang Ruan was sleeping restlessly in her dream when she was suddenly overwhelmed by this bitterness. She frowned and turned her head to avoid it.

However, her chin was tightly bound by the man's long, slender hands, rendering her unable to move.

They were forced to endure being fed by him.

Fortunately, she didn't resist too much.

Bo Ye was able to feed the entire bowl of medicine to his liking.

But he himself drank a third of it.

I swallowed it by accident.

Bo Ye's throat was full of bitterness.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Otherwise, he simply couldn't feed her, and using a spoon would only get her clothes dirty.

Seeing her furrowed brows and her disgusted expression, it was clear that she disliked the bitter taste of the medicine.

Bo Ye raised an eyebrow, knowing that she had always been delicate.

He's used to it.

A moment later, Bo Ye brought over some freshly squeezed strawberry juice from the maid, held half a glass, helped her up, and pulled her into his arms.
He took a sip, then bent down to feed her.

Jiang Ruan was very obedient this time.

They've tasted the sweetness of success.

He didn't even have to feed her bit by bit; she would take the initiative to suck the strawberry juice from his mouth herself.

Like a little kitten.

Bo Ye finished her strawberry juice quickly.

Seeing her furrowed brows relax, Bo Ye couldn't help but chuckle, pinching her nose with his fingertips: "You're quite clever, you know this tastes good?"

There was still half a cup of strawberry juice left.

Bo Ye fed her some more.

He said he was feeding her, but it was actually a disguised form of kissing.

Bo Ye hadn't had any meat for several days.

He thought of her even when he was abroad; a man who has eaten meat can't go back to eating vegetables.

As they kissed, desire welled up in the man's dark eyes.

The strong reaction was something he hadn't expected.

Bo Ye breathed softly as he pulled away from her lips. Her lips, which had been dry, were now glistening and luscious, waiting to be plucked.

Bo Ye's eyes were pitch black.

He took a deep breath.

I haven't forgotten that she's still a patient.

But he couldn't resist and leaned down to kiss her lips, whispering in her ear, "No one in the world has ever been able to make me, Bo Ye, serve you personally. You are the first, Jiang Ruan."

"Once it's all over, you'll have to pay me back double."

The man's tone was forceful and domineering.

She was not allowed to refuse at all.

But Jiang Ruan was fast asleep and had no awareness whatsoever, let alone what he was saying.

Hearing her steady breathing, Bo Ye let out another light sneer.

He was dumbfounded.

They actually said these things to a sleeping person.

Bo Ye placed her on the bed, and then, as if remembering something, he lifted the thin blanket and saw her injured legs.

Actually, Bo Ye didn't see her when she first came back. He only noticed when she kicked off the blanket and seemed to have a fever.

Looking at the girl's slender, fair legs.

Her legs were very thin, both thin and straight.

The circle he can grasp in one hand.

These legs also brought Bo Ye boundless love and affection.

In his mind, it had long been designated as his private domain.

But now, he's injured like this.

Bo Ye clenched his fists, his eyes filled with rage. Suppressing his temper, he unscrewed the ointment, squeezed some out, and gently applied it to her legs.

When I touched her skin, I couldn't tell if it was too painful or too cold. I clearly felt her tremble slightly.

This sound seemed to tremble right at the tip of Bo Ye's heart.

He frowned, staring at the ointment in his hand.

It hurts too much?

What the hell is this lousy ointment?

Bo Ye, with a cold face, got up and went to call the doctor.

After asking the question, he returned with a dark expression.

Oh.

It's because it's too cold.

The ointment contains menthol, which is cooling, that's why she was trembling.

It doesn't hurt.

That freak doctor, why didn't he say so sooner?

Bo Ye muttered to himself as he continued applying the medicine to her, this time much more gently than before.

At first, Jiang Ruan would make sounds, but gradually she seemed to get used to it and became quiet.

Bo Ye finally felt relieved.

After applying the medicine, Bo Ye draped a thin blanket around her waist and left her legs exposed.

Then I set the bedroom air conditioner to a constant temperature.

Then he went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

His hands were covered in ointment.

He washed his hands and came out. Seeing the bedroom light was on, and worried it might be too bright for her, he reached out and turned it off.

Only a dim yellow night light was left on.

Then I went downstairs.

When Bo Ye came down, an hour had passed.

Chen Nan has also thoroughly investigated and understood everything that happened today.

He was the only one in the living room.

He told the servants to go and rest.

It's very late.

There are servants on night watch, and if Bo Ye needs anything, someone will come over with just one phone call.

At that moment, seeing Bo Ye come downstairs, the man still wearing the black suit he wore during the day, exuding an aloof and restrained air, Chen Nan stood up from the sofa: "Mr. Bo, everything has been investigated."

Bo Ye strode over, sat down on the sofa, and crossed his long legs.

He stared coldly at Chen Nan: "Speak."

Chen Nan said, "It started like this: Miss Jiang called you today, but couldn't get through. She then called me, but still couldn't get through. She thought something had happened to us, so she contacted the South African embassy. However, the South African embassy couldn't find our entry information, so they told her about the plane crash on the morning of the 18th, but they weren't sure about the passenger list..."

"Miss Jiang thought something had happened between you and me, so she went to the Bo family to see Madam, probably hoping to ask Madam Bo for help."

"But Mrs. Bo turned her away."

At this point, Chen Nan glanced at Bo Ye's expression.

What he's about to say will definitely anger President Bo.

Madam Bo clearly doesn't care about the life or death of her own son.

That's so cruel.

Chen Nan couldn't understand it either.

Bo Ye's expression had indeed changed. The veins on the back of his hand, which was resting on his knee, were bulging, and his fingertips were almost digging into his flesh. His tone was extremely cold: "Continue."

Chen Nan said, "The servants at the Bo family said that Madam Bo was very rude and told Miss Jiang to get out. Miss Jiang said that something had happened to her, but Madam Bo said that no matter what she said, Madam Bo would not believe her. Then Miss Jiang... Miss Jiang knelt down at the door. The servants said that Miss Jiang knelt for a long time, but Madam Bo did not see her."

"Miss Jiang had no choice but to come back."

“I checked Ms. Jiang’s call records, and she was on the phone from the afternoon to the evening.”

"I made a total of seventy-five phone calls, all to different people."

"I asked someone I knew well, saying that Miss Jiang asked him if he knew anyone in the government and asked him to help check if your name was on the plane that crashed on the morning of the 18th."

Chen Nan sighed, "Seventy-five phone calls. I reckon Miss Jiang called everyone she knows."

"I also asked the maids, and they didn't know what happened. They said that Miss Jiang drove out in a hurry today, probably to the Bo family's house."

"After she came back, she locked herself in her room. The maid said she kept making phone calls, a lot of them, but she couldn't hear what she was saying. Later, she hid in her bedroom and cried, and cried very hard."

"The servants didn't know what had happened, so they didn't dare go in."

"Mr. Bo, that's all that happened today."

After Chen Nan finished speaking, he looked up at Bo Ye.

But when she saw the man's usually cold face, now filled with what seemed like suffocating pain, his brows were tightly furrowed together.

Chen Nan was shocked: "President Bo, what's wrong?"

Bo Ye glanced at him.

He took a deep breath, clutching his chest to suppress the intense palpitations that had nearly killed him.

He said, "I'm fine."

He was about to look at Chen Nan.

A tear unexpectedly slid down his dark eyes.

Even he himself didn't realize it.

With a "thud," it landed on his wrist.

It was scalding hot.

Bo Ye was stunned.

Chen Nan was even more dumbfounded.

President Bo... he actually cried?!