Xiang Xing suddenly realized that Wu Chen's voice at this moment seemed to be flowing from a clear spring.
It magically calmed her down, and stopped paying attention to the rest of her ears.
He closed his soft eyes quickly, and listened carefully to his intermittent formula.
After that, he read it out immediately.
The moment the mantra was finished, the little guy suddenly felt that this space was distorted by an invisible force.
Ballroom, guests, Luo Qingya, painting boy...
Even Zhu Yuan turned into a weird whirlpool.
Soon, it all turned into darkness.
Only the man’s tight hug with a sense of security still acts on her body, making her extremely at ease...
...
When she opened her soft eyes again, she only found herself lying on Wu Chen’s bed again...
Wu Chen sat quietly by the bed with his back facing her.
He took off his shirt and was shirtless, bandaging his right arm.
Seeing this scene, Xiang Xing was suddenly startled.
I couldn't help but sit up straight and exclaimed: "Boss, your injury...couldn't be the one shot by Zhu Yuan?!"
Isn't it?
That's a dream...
"..."
I saw Wu Chen's back stiffened.
After a while, he sneered lowly and nodded slightly, "Otherwise?"
Then, without waiting for Xiang Xing to react, he continued to speak, "Sorry, I entered your dream without your permission."
Even though she was shot by Zhu Yu'an in that dream, she would not suffer any substantial harm.
At most, it was regarded as a nightmare and woke up.
However, even though she watched her being pointed at by a gun in her dream, Wu Chen felt that her heart seemed to be severely grasped.
Even in a dream, he couldn't hurt her.
Thinking of this, the man's light gray delicate eyes suddenly stained with a touch of extreme coldness.
But he was suddenly dispelled by the soft and waxy questioning sound behind him.
"...Boss, what kind of psychic skills are you?"
Xiang Xing tilted his head and thought for a long time, but he didn't find such a skill in all psychic arts.
Can enter other people's dreams.
Moreover, the main body went in.
Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help raising his little hand and rubbing his head.
Well.
She has a big brain, can she pretend to be such a big man?
"..."
Wu Chen was speechless for a moment.
But when he cut the gauze and stuck it, he suddenly turned back and forced Xiang Xing to the wall on the other side of the big bed.
Seeing him suddenly approached, the tightly squinted light gray eyes pressed quickly, and the slender lashes seemed to be able to sweep her lashes.
Immediately afterwards, she only heard the man's hoarse voice, and said solemnly.
"Don't call me the boss."
"……what?"
Xiang Xing suddenly became a little trapped.
He made such a big movement just to make her...Don't call him the boss?
Thinking about it, the little guy swallowed subconsciously and couldn't help but speak cautiously, "Then...Wu Chen? A Chen?..."
"Call my husband."
The unprepared words made Xiang Xing's eyes widened in astonishment.
……what?
This is too fast...
However, this little thought of her was directly read by someone.
Immediately he laughed and said, "I brought you back with my life, not happy."
The voice fell.
Xiang Xing suddenly felt his lips warm.
Then, there was another round of spinning around...
...
After a long time, she was reluctantly released.
The little guy stared at his soft eyes and was dull for a while.
Then he held his breath quickly, and quickly grabbed the pillow on the side, blindly blindfolding his little head.
Although I don't know why it happened so suddenly, I don't care if I make an ostrich first.
...
Unfortunately, her ostrich career hasn't been done for long, but the big pillow in her arms was pulled away by the man vigorously.
"You don't seem to like me."
Wu Chen sat cross-legged in front of Xiang Xing, his eyes still light and faint, and his face calm.
It seemed that the air-stealing thief was not him at all.
"...No! I like your boss very much!"
The little guy couldn't help shaking his head vigorously, and his eyes widened seriously.
She bit her pink lip, and whispered in defense, "I just feel... a bit sudden."
"Suddenly?"
Wu Chen raised his delicate eyebrows.
As if thinking for himself, he shook his head decisively, "I don't think so."
"……what."
Xiang Xing was a bit speechless.
Had to continue, "But, we only met for a few days..."
"Is it a matter of time?"
Wu Chen suddenly sat up straight.
His slender arms were placed on his knees casually, speaking solemnly like a teacher preaching.
"Since you like me and I like you too, why should we delay it for a year or a half, or two or three months, can't we be together directly?"
As the man said, as if thinking of something, his light gray pupils flashed brightly.
He just turned over and jumped out of the bed, walked to the big closet and turned over the cabinet.
Seeing Xiang Xing's full-faced question mark: "Boss, what are you doing?"
"Look for an account book."
Wu Chen did not turn back either.
The voice is still light, but there is no half-hearted meaning, "As soon as the registration office goes to work, we will go to get the certificate."
"By the way, do you have your registered permanent residence?"
He turned his head and asked.
And continued, "If you are away, I will accompany you home to get it."
"……what??"
Xiang Xing was so startled by his series of sudden decisions that his chin almost fell on the bed.
How come this has developed to get a certificate!
But this is too hasty for him, right?
He is not like her. He has no memory of the past, so he should have a little knowledge of her... right?
Thinking about it, the little guy swallowed, and couldn't help but carefully ask, "Uh... you didn't plan to know more about me, and then..."
"This is nothing more than a process of getting used to and tolerance, and it will not be too late to take your time."
The man answered very decisively.
Soon, his household registration was also turned over, and he threw it backhand on the bed.
Looking at the pig liver-colored notebook, Xiang Xing frowned, still feeling a little bit wrong: "But..."
"Don't but stop."
Wu Chen quickly packed the cabinet, and then sat back in front of her.
Reached out to her, "Come on, give me your hand."
"..."
The little guy paused, and finally reached out his little hand silently.
In the next second, he gently held his wrist, and turned to hold her, covering the little hand directly to his left atrium.
His voice was hoarse and serious, "Can you feel it jumping?"
"...Of course it can."
Xiang Xing didn't understand a bit.
She only felt that the frequency in her hand was just a normal heartbeat...
"But, before meeting you, my heart never skipped."