I can't get divorced from Alpha's ex-boyfriend

Chapter 26

Bo Xingze frowned, and asked this sentence with great difficulty, a little embarrassing and more incomprehensible.

It's like something I never thought about, but it has always existed.

"Pfft." Zhu Chuan was teased by him, but he still couldn't help laughing under the blanket. Bo Xingze's complexion became even uglier, and even turned red a little, and he was about to lose his temper.

Zhu Chuan had never seen him in such an embarrassing state, and the mischievous thoughts in his heart rose again, "Well, do you want to hear the truth?"

Bo Xingze nodded.

He asked because he wanted to hear the truth and didn't want to hurt him every time in the future.

"To be honest, it's really not very good, at least he's the worst person I know, to put it simply." Zhu Chuan slowed down, and with an expression so nervous that he swallowed, he concluded, "There's no skill. "

"..." Bo Xingze's eyelashes trembled violently, the worst person he knew?

Does he have a lot of experience?Bo Xingze knew that he had been playing around in the world over the years, whether he was dealing with you or having feelings, it still hurt him to say it so loudly.

He is not as good as those people.

Zhu Chuan thought it had irritated him, and men couldn't stand this, so he naturally understood.

"Actually, it's not useless. You are bigger than them, with better size and long endurance. You still have many advantages. Don't feel inferior." Zhu Chuan's throat hurts a little, "Pour some water to drink."

Bo Xingze remained silent all this time, and when he got up he nodded slightly, "I see."

Zhu Chuanxin said, what do you know?You know before I finish?He has never tasted the taste of other men in his life. Where to compare whether it is good or not, and whether it will hurt or not, that is his default.

Even if Bo Xingze was the perpetrator, he handed him the knife himself.

Whether the technique is good or not, he recognizes it all, not to mention that these things can be adjusted slowly, there is no rush.

Bo Xingze poured water and came back to feed him. He helped him up and leaned against his arms. The doctor knocked on the door and came in. He immediately covered his eyes, "I'm sorry to disturb you."

Zhu Chuan was left speechless by his brain hole, "No disturbing, come in."

The doctor cautiously hung up the medicine bottle, straightened the infusion tube, and then took Zhu Chuan's hand and disinfected it with alcohol cotton. After a series of movements, "I'm going to prick, prick."

Zhu Chuan smiled, "What? Do you still need me to cheer you up?"

The doctor's face turned red again, he had never seen such a wave...and such a good-looking person, as if he was playing with the tip of his heart.

"No, no, I'm just telling you, I'm a little bit prepared."

Zhu Chuan had fun in the bitterness, "You are inexperienced at first glance, and you have to tell others in advance where there is an injection, which makes people nervous. I will learn from your master, and the injection will be done unexpectedly, and it will be over before you know it."

The doctor's hand trembled and it crooked.

"Hiss." Zhu Chuan gasped, his painful eye circles turned red physiologically, and his lips turned white from the trembling.

Bo Xingze frowned, "Can you!"

"I'm sorry." The doctor broke out in a cold sweat, and carefully pulled out the needle, not even daring to wipe off the sweat. After finishing the needle with trepidation, he let out a sigh of relief like the rest of his life.

"That, that, there are a total of three bottles of medicine. Please change it for Mr. Zhu when it is about to run out. I will come to help him pull out the needle when the time is almost up." After speaking, the doctor immediately found an excuse to adjust the medicine and ran away.

Zhu Chuan put his hands on the edge of the bed, asked Bo Xingze to find him a pillow to sit up on, and said with a smile, "Why are you scaring him, I guess a child has never really had an injection, and you will scare him into a shadow .”

Bo Xingze said coldly, "If you have a shadow, it proves that you are not suitable to be a doctor. Change career as soon as possible."

Zhu Chuan had a headache, twitched the corners of his lips and said, "Oh my Boss, not everyone is suitable for high-pressure education. Just because you are able to bear it doesn't mean that others are like that. Some people are born to need protection, such as Jojo."

Bo Xingze looked at him, "What about you?"

"What am I?"

"Do you want to be protected by others?"

Zhu Chuan thought about it. When people are sick, they seem to suddenly become vulnerable, sensitive and helpless. When Bo Xingze asked him this sentence with deep eyes, his first reaction was actually affirmative.

But he has always been unwilling to show weakness to others, and lowered his eyes with a smile, "Do you think I need someone to protect me?"

Bo Xingze looked at him, before the phone rang, it was Zhu Chuan's.

"Hand it over."

He found out the phone, clicked on it, and handed it over. Zhu Chuan leaned against his ear and listened for a while. It was Liao Yicheng who sent someone to ask him what he was thinking.

In business matters, time is money, and he can understand when he is anxious.

"Tell Mr. Liao that I've thought about it, and I'll give him an answer in two days. Genetics is not a small business that can be started with a slap on the head. If it doesn't work out in the future, it will be a banned drug, and no one will be able to recite it." take this responsibility."

After You Peng finished speaking, he paused and said again: "There is also the matter of Yin Yin. Our pre-heating news was released a while ago, and the response was very good."

"Speak in one breath."

You Peng didn't want to say anything, and said straight away: "That lady and you...father and grandpa all called us to sue us for seducing underage girls and restricting personal freedom..."

Zhu Chuan snorted coldly, "Let them sue, if they can win, I smashed the word Sheng Huai on the spot."

You Peng vaguely knew that the relationship between him and his family was not very good, but as an employee, he didn't ask much questions and only needed to obey his duty, so he reported other things together.

"By the way, has Yang Ji contacted you these two days?"

Yang Ji is an artist signed by Sheng Huai last year. He is an Alpha. He has good acting skills and a good style. He won the Best Supporting Actor in his first play, and his starting point is not low.

Because Sheng Huai intends to cultivate him, he can choose good resources, and once surpassed Sheng Huai's signature Lu Weiting in the spotlight, and the outside world even rumored that he was raised by Zhu Chuan, and he also had an arrogant and domineering personality.

"Why did he contact me?" Zhu Chuan wondered.

"Since yesterday afternoon, the assistants and managers have been unable to find Yang Ji, and the crew has become ants on the hot pot. The search has turned upside down and no one else has been found."

"Look for it. If you can't find it, call the police. When he comes out, ask him to contact me personally. I'll see what the petty offense is, and I need to clean it up." Zhu Chuan gritted his teeth.

Bo Xingze leaned aside to watch him answer the phone.

In Pingzhou, he also understood what the word Zhu Chuan meant during this period of time. Although he always teased that his subordinates were all small workshops, he dabbled in everything.

He seems to have woven a spider web in Pingzhou with his own hands. Under investment holding and cooperation, many industries have penetrated. Although the scale is small, it should not be underestimated.

He really doesn't need the protection of others, he is stronger than many people.

Because of his good temper, when others ask for help, he will most likely respond to their requests, but he has never bowed his head to beg for help. He came to Pingzhou without saying a word, poured wine like plain water, and painted his own country with a long-sleeved skill.

Even love can't trap him, he is strong enough, much stronger than himself, Bao Xingze thought so.

As long as he thought of Zhu Chuan in the past eight years, he couldn't even sleep. He was irritable and worried about gains and losses, like a lunatic imprisoned in the dark.

"Knock knock."

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, just as the call was over.

The old man came in with the porridge, saw that Zhu Chuan's face was still flushed red, and put the tray down a little harder, so he ignored him, turned his head and said to Bo Xingze, "Feed me all this lean meat porridge, take a bite Do not eat less."

Zhu Chuan stared at him dumbfounded, "No, are you really being fed like a pig? And it's up to me whether I eat or not, why are you telling him?"

"Shut up!" The old man exchanged glances with Bo Xingze before leaving.

Zhu Chuan looked at his back and hissed, "This old man is becoming more and more difficult to serve. He used to be a gentle and refined old man, but now he is a thorny old man."

Bo Xingze let out a "puchi" laugh, Zhu Chuan's brows softened, and he smiled with relief, "Laughed?"

Bo Xingze was startled.

"It's not easy to make you happy." Zhu Chuan sat halfway, his eyes circled around the porridge bowl a few times and began to discuss with him, "Well, can I not eat? I'm really not hungry."

"No."

In fact, Zhu Chuan didn’t eat anything for dinner. A small scone and half a cup of tea were not enough to fill his stomach. However, his stomach has broken down all these years and he can’t feel hungry, and he doesn’t want to eat it even if he is sick. .

"Or you can leave it for now, and eat it when I'm hungry. Okay?" There was an unconscious softness in the voice, and Bo Xingze's heart softened when he rubbed it.

"no!"

A spoon was brought to his mouth, and the cold porridge exuded a fresh fragrance, Zhu Chuan reluctantly opened his mouth to eat it, the mouth was soft and fragrant, it was actually not bad?

Bo Xingze blew the porridge cold and fed it to him, patiently and carefully, and occasionally wiped his mouth, as if enjoying it.

Soon the bowl of porridge was finished, and he put down the bowl with some unfinished business, wiped the corners of Zhu Chuan's mouth with his fingertips, and rubbed the corners of his lowered eyes with intense love repeatedly.

"That thing...I will learn from it. I didn't do it well before. I didn't do it well...others." Bo Xingze forced those words out of his lips, as if in pain, "I will work hard , doing better than them.”

Zhu Chuan didn't understand, "They?"

Bo Xingze thought he was torturing himself on purpose, closed his eyes and lowered his voice almost into the abyss, "I will not hurt you again in the future, and I will not make you regret it."

Now that Zhu Chuan understood, he was still regretting what hurt him?And this... is better than them?

Where are they.

Zhu Chuan hooked his fingers at him, "Come."

Bo Xingze leaned over.

"Let me tell you a secret, in fact, all these years, I have only..."

"Knock knock!" The doctor's voice suddenly broke in and interrupted him, "Can I come in? The needle is about to be pulled out."

Zhu Chuan let go of his hand, "Come in."

The doctor cautiously poked his head in and took a look, then walked in, picked up the alcohol cotton ball on the tray, and concentrated 12 points on pulling out the patient's needle. He didn't want to hurt the patient and be beaten to death by the patient's family.

After taking the needle, he put the prepared medicine on the table, "

This is the medicine I adjusted according to the dosage prescribed by Master. You can use it after a while, and I will write down the usage and dosage on the paper. "

Seeing him tossing and tossing for most of the night, Zhu Chuan was terrified, waved him away, and took the paper over to have a look.

"..." His master must have changed his surname to Shen.

The prescription states that the head of the tool is covered with ointment, put in and massaged slowly until the medicine is absorbed, and this cycle repeats. The medicine in the tool is used three times.

Such a big box of medicine?

"I don't think it hurts very much. I don't think it hurts anything. A cold may be a cold. What do you think?" Zhu Chuan's head grew big. But it is better than a thousand tricks, which is even more unacceptable.

He just can't do it.

Bo Xingze looked down and saw that the roots of his ears were completely red, and even his neck was dyed crimson. He bent down and covered his neck with a tiger mask, and rubbed the belly of his thumb behind his ear.

Zhu Chuan felt that his hairs were about to stand up, that trembling feeling that was almost fake.

"Hands off."

"Shu Yi." Bo Xingze pinched his ear and rubbed it lightly, as if his voice and eyes were violating him, full of aggression, making him dare not look directly, and shivered involuntarily, looking away.

"Hey, let me help you with the medicine, and I promise I won't hurt you."

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