Xiang Xing suddenly realized that Wu Chen's voice at this time was like a gurgling spring, flowing from it.

Miraculously, she calmed down and stopped caring about anything else in her ears.

He quickly closed his soft eyes and listened carefully to the mantra he had uttered intermittently.

After that, it was read out closely.

The moment the mantra was finished, the little guy suddenly felt as if the space was distorted by an invisible force.

Ballroom, guest, Luo Qingya, painting boy......

Even Zhu Yu'an has turned into a strange whirlpool.

Soon, it was all darkness.

Only the man's tight hug, which was very secure, still acted on her body, which made her extremely reassured......

……

When she opened her soft eyes again, she only found herself lying on Wu Chen's bed again......

Wu Chen sat quietly on the edge of the bed, with his back to her.

He had lost his shirt and was shirtless, bandaging his right arm and arm.

Seeing this, Xiang Xing was suddenly taken aback.

I couldn't help but sit up straight and exclaimed, "Boss, your injury ...... It can't be that he was shot by Zhu Yu'an, right?! ”

No way?

It was a dream......

“……”

I saw Wu Chen's back stiffen.

After a moment, he sneered lowly and nodded slightly, "Otherwise? ”

Then, without waiting for Xiang Xing to react, he suddenly continued to speak, "I'm sorry, I entered your dream without your permission. ”

Although she was shot by Zhu Yu'an in that dream, she would not have any substantial harm.

At best, I thought it was a nightmare and woke up.

However, although he watched her being pointed at a gun in her dream, Wu Chen felt as if her heart was being pinched fiercely.

Even in a dream, he couldn't let her get hurt.

Thinking of this, the man's light gray delicate eyes were suddenly dyed with an extremely cold color.

But he was violently dispersed by the soft and glutinous question behind him.

“…… Boss, what kind of psychic skill are you? ”

Xiang Xing tilted his head, thinking about it for a long time, but he didn't find such a skill from all the psychics.

Able to enter other people's dreams.

Moreover, it is still the body that goes in.

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help but raise his little hand and rub his head.

Not.

Her small brain is big, can she fit such a big man?

“……”

Wu Chen was speechless for a moment.

But the moment he cut the gauze and pasted it, he suddenly turned around and forced Xiang Xing to the wall on the other side of the big bed.

I saw him approaching suddenly, and the tight light gray eyes were quickly pressed, and the long eyelashes seemed to be able to sweep her eyelashes.

Immediately after, she only heard the man's hoarse voice and spoke calmly.

"Don't call me boss."

“…… Yes? ”

Xiang Xing was suddenly a little blindsided.

He made such a big move, just to make her ...... Don't call him Boss?

Thinking about it, the little guy subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and couldn't help but cautiously speak, "That'...... Wu Chen? Ah Chen? ……”

"Call husband."

The sudden words made Xiang Xing's soft eyes widen in shock.

…… Ha?

It's too fast......

However, this little idea of hers was directly read by someone.

Immediately laughed: "You were brought back by me with my life, it's not happy." ”

The voice fell.

Xiang Xing suddenly felt a warmth on his lips.

Then, there was another whirlwind......

……

It was a long time before she was reluctantly let go.