"Nian Nian, if I say I am Bo Sishen, would you believe ?"
Bo Sishen leaned against the door fra with one hand, looking down at her. His eyes were cold and deep, as dark as the night.
Mu Shini’s heart trembled violently for a mont; she was also in a daze for a while.
But she pretended to be calm, unmoved by his actions, staring into his enigmatic eyes. "What nonsense are you talking about? Bo Sishen is currently undergoing treatnt, and you two look nothing alike!"
One has all four limbs intact, while the other is in a wheelchair.
How could they possibly be connected?
What nonsense was this man talking? Why did he so desperately want to beco Bo Sishen, to beco her man?
Could it be that, in front of him, she didn’t mind her old, crippled, and ugly husband, so he thought she was a good girl?
If that were the case, she was really bringing trouble upon herself!
"If I say that one is a fake Bo Sishen, would you believe ?"
Bo Sishen lowered his head, his long fingers gently lifting a strand of her hair, his tone and expression extrely cold.
"Uncle, this joke isn’t funny at all! Can you stop imagining yourself as Bo Sishen? Is it fun?"
Mu Shini fell into those deep and dark eyes of Bo Sishen, feeling that everything around her was enveloped in the chilling aura he emitted.
The first ti she saw Bo Sishen, she was intimidated by the coldness he exuded, thinking there would never be a man colder than him.
Now, the man seriously and mysteriously staring at her was as cold as the first ti they t.
"Mu Shini, do you really think I’m joking with you?"
Bo Sishen’s voice beca huskier, "I am the old, crippled, and ugly husband of yours, Bo Sishen."
"You’re talking nonsense! It’s impossible! If you keep talking nonsense, I won’t be polite to you!"
Mu Shini clutched her clothes tightly, her grip dead tight.
Bo Sishen’s pitch-black eyes instantly turned cold, "I am Bo Sishen."
"...Uncle!"
Mu Shini’s chest began to tighten.
"Please stop this! I will really get angry!"
Upon hearing this, Bo Sishen suddenly sneered.
They had only t two or three tis, shared three dinners, and she was so convinced that he and Bo Sishen were two different people?
And she believed it so firmly!
The tal lighter in Bo Sishen’s hand clicked, and the blue fla ignited the cigarette in his hand.
He took a heavy drag of the cigarette, exhaling a dense ring of smoke slowly, "Just a fake useless man you take as your husband, and yet, standing right in front of you, you can’t recognize I’m your husband?"
His voice was deep and husky.
"..."
Mu Shini heard but dared not say anything. She was already shocked by his profound eyes.
The sll of the cigarette brushed past Mu Shini’s nose. The air was already thin, and now, with the added smoke, it made her frown and cough involuntarily.
Her face turned slightly pale.
Her chest felt as if sothing was blocked inside, growing tighter and tighter.
How could Uncle be like this?
Clearly, he was not her husband, yet he claid to be Bo Sishen?
When she first heard it, she was indeed shocked.
If it were before she t Bo Sishen, she might have believed it when Uncle said that.
But now, she dared not believe that the man in front of her was Bo Sishen.
The long hallway was extrely silent, filled with suffocating air.
After a while, an abrupt ringing broke the awkward and stiff atmosphere.
Mu Shini hurriedly took out her phone and glanced at the caller ID; it was Bao Tinghao.
Unable to breathe because of Uncle, she quickly answered the call.
"Tinghao classmate."
Her voice was trembling but carried a hint of gentleness.
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