What he could see was that Yan Yanqi's hand on the edge of the table was white, and it seemed that it took a lot of strength to stabilize his body.
Walking over, Bo Qichen grabbed her shoulders and let her lean on his shoulder, so that she could stabilize her body.
Yan Yanqi raised his eyes and glanced at the person who came, and suddenly "poof", a mouthful of water squirted out, but it was not sprayed on Bo Qichen's body.
"Seventh Master" spoke, her voice was still a little sandy, and her throat was still a little painful, and there was a little sweet feeling, which seemed to be the taste of blood.
"What's wrong with me" She remembered that she was very uncomfortable all day, and she was a little uncomfortable in Qiao Bei's office, and then she fainted in the bathroom at night.
I glanced down at my body, and it was no longer the bathrobe I had before I fainted, and the corset inside was all worn.
It should have been done by Qiao Bei's reliable maid.
Otherwise, what can I do if someone else finds out?
"Is there any uncomfortable ground when it's better?"
Bo Qichen didn't answer her limit, but asked.
Yan Yanqi pursed his lips, thought about it, and said seriously: "Except for the lack of strength, I don't feel anything" There is a little sweetness in his throat, is this counted Bo Qichen nodded, then grabbed her wrist and helped her walk towards the bathroom, "Hmm."
Wash up, go down and eat, and then go home.
The way he meant going home was naturally going back to Mansion No. 7.
Oh, Yan Yanqi didn't say anything, silently followed Bo Qichen into the bathroom, and then watched a certain master squeeze himself with toothpaste, and then handed it to her.
Then he handed himself a towel, and he felt meticulous.
"Eat something light and drink porridge."
At the dining table, Bo Qichen took the white porridge on the servant's tray, and then handed it to Yan Yanqi.
Word 7: "" With a frown, Yan Yanqi grabbed his somewhat messy hair.
Took the spoon and stirred.
Seeing this, Bo Qichen knocked on the table with one hand, and his thin lips moved: "When I return to the mansion, I will accompany you to the backstreet to eat skewers." ” Yan Yanqi was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly raised his head to look at Bo Qichen, a pair of eyes blinking and blinking, and they were all glowing.
She asked, unconvinced, "Really."
"I lied to you" Bo Qichen raised his eyebrows, looking at her small appearance, he couldn't help laughing.
After thinking for a second or two, Yan Yanqi shook his head decisively: "It doesn't seem to be yet." ” With a frown, Bo Qichen grabbed the wrong place in her words: "What do you mean yet?"
Yan Yanqi tilted his head and said seriously: "I just don't guarantee whether there will be one in the future."
"It is impossible for a person not to tell a lie in his life, no matter who he faces.
Whether it's a white lie or a false promise.
All the same, one meaning.
In Yan Yanqi's eyes, this is actually a deception.
Because the people she deceived had told too many lies, white lies seemed to her to be deception.
Bo Qichen looked at her shining eyes, those peach blossom eyes were so good-looking, and the next second, he said decisively: "No." ” Stunned, Yan Yanqi smiled at him, then picked up the spoon and began to drink the porridge obediently.
Seeing that she began to eat, Bo Qichen leaned back and said casually: You suddenly fainted because you ate a poisoned breakfast at Qiao's house. ” "Poof" was almost, Yan Yanqi squirted out a mouthful of porridge, she just ate it, and said this, is it really good: