After the tall, straight man got into the car, Mu Shini imdiately felt a chill creeping in. She felt cool and very comfortable.
She was drawn to the man, moving closer to him, her petite face rubbing against his palm. She sighed softly, "So comfortable..."
"Mu Shini, sit properly. I’ll take you to the hospital right away!" Bo Sishen sat there, his voice cold and stern, his deep gaze falling on her delicate, pure, and intensely flushed face.
She had a perfect little face, with delicate features that weren’t ostentatious. She had no trace of aggression, beautiful to the point of breathtaking yet inexplicably calming!
But Mu Shini remained unmoved. Her fair little hand drew circles on his chest, her face puzzled. "Are you Uncle? That Uncle Hei Che?"
She was currently in dire straits, but with her extraordinary mory, she still recognized Uncle’s outline.
"Only Uncle is that handso. If my husband were as handso as Uncle, even if he didn’t want , I would cling to him until he fell in love with !"
"You like handso n? No matter what your husband has done to you, even if he did sothing that made you very angry, you wouldn’t bla him?" Bo Sishen’s voice, originally cold, rose a pitch higher but remained deep and rich.
"Of course not! At worst, I’ll win him over, and once he’s madly in love with , I’ll dump him brutally! This man really doesn’t know what’s good for him—he’s my husband yet he constantly tricks !"
Mu Shini said through gritted teeth, then shifted the topic, fanning her burning face with her small hand. "Uncle, I’m so hot, so uncomfortable... Help ..."
As she spoke, she grabbed his big hand and pressed it against her scorching face, rubbing it.
Bo Sishen’s eyes turned cold as he stared at her, his voice chilly. "Mu Shini, do you know what you’re doing!"
"Of course... I want Uncle to help . I’m so uncomfortable, my body feels like it’s going to explode..."
The breath Mu Shini exhaled was unusually hot.
"I’m not your husband!" Bo Sishen said in a deep voice.
The driver and a staff mber from Bo Group sitting in the front pretended not to hear the sounds from the backseat as much as they could.
But Bo Sishen was too cruel to this girl!
It was obvious that Young Madam was deeply poisoned and needed imdiate relief. Otherwise, continuing like this could lead to serious consequences.
"Uncle, haven’t you pretended to be my husband before? Last ti you called , you said you were my husband. Aren’t you a gigolo? Just act the part and be my husband..."
Every word Mu Shini said reached the ears of the three people in the car.
The two people in the front had slightly strange expressions upon hearing this.
What’s going on?
Does Young Madam really not recognize her own husband?
No wonder Tan Mu warned not to ntion Bo Sishen’s na in front of Young Madam.
At this mont, Mu Shini had completely lost her rationality. His eyes were unusually cold, but a certain part of his body kept sweating profusely.
Mu Shini’s condition was even worse; she was sweating all over, like water was pouring out of her!
"Mu Shini, sit still!" Bo Sishen glanced at her with displeasure, noticing the scorching red inside her collar. The car was too dark to see clearly, but he thought it was a reaction to the unbearable tornt her body was enduring.
As soon as Bo Sishen finished speaking, his phone vibrated.
He took his phone out of his pocket and saw that the caller ID was Tinghao.
While he answered the call, Mu Shini swiftly climbed onto his lap, sitting down. "Uncle, I’m sitting properly..."
Bo Sishen looked up, seeing sweat bead on her flushed little face, making her look so enticing.
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