Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 47 The Forgotten Bond
The mobile phone was dropped directly on the ground, and Misha lay back on his hands.

It kept rolling out of the eye sockets, sliding down the corners of the eyes and into the temples.

why?
Bo Zixuan actually forgot everything from the past?
Didn't you say yes when you were young?
Although ten years have passed, she still remembers it clearly.

If it wasn't for Bo Zixuan, she would have been sold by those traffickers long ago.

Misha curled up on the bed, it was such an important agreement, why was she the only one who remembered it?

The child's firm gaze seemed to appear in his mind again.

"I'll get you out, trust me."

The little Misha was holding on to his clothes tightly. The other person seemed to be malnourished, thin and small, with a very serious expressionless face.

But it can give Mi Xia a sense of security, because he escaped from the traffickers with him.

Ever since Mi Xia found Bo Zixuan, he made countless indirect remarks, but he didn't think of it at all, and he had already forgotten it completely.

Mi Xia was not angry, thinking that as long as he remembered it, he didn't expect that in his heart, he turned out to be such a person.

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"What's your name?" Eight-year-old Misha tightly held the little boy's hand.

The little boy firmly led her out.

"My surname is Bo."

Mi Xia tilted her head and thought about it. "Which thin? I can't write."

The other party took her finger and began to write on the ground stroke by stroke.

"Are you leaving? Will we meet again in the future?"

The little boy looked at her seriously, and suddenly stepped forward, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"meeting."

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After returning, Mi Zhihe didn't notice that she disappeared all day and was busy with her wedding with Wang Hongchun.

Misha looked at the three people in harmony from a distance, and felt like an outsider.

She turned around and quietly went back to the room, flipped through the dictionary, and carefully wrote down the word.

It took her two years to find the person who rescued her back then.

Bo Zixuan.

But by the time she happily ran over to talk to him, the other party had already forgotten her.

Ten years, never thought of it.

Misha took out the old piece of paper from the collection box. Although it was well preserved, there were yellowing marks on it.

The fingertips seemed to still have the tactile feeling of pulling her handwriting.

But these memories are only remembered by her.

She put the paper away again and locked it in the cabinet.

There was still a photo of her mother on the bedside table, Misha turned her head and wiped away her tears.

"Mom, don't worry, no one can bully me."

The next day, when Misha came out of the bedroom, she had calmed down a lot.

Bo Xinglan sat at the dining table eating, looked at Mi Xia a few times, and seemed to notice something abnormal about her.

Misha pretended not to notice, quickly finished her breakfast, and hurried out.

Bo Xinglan watched her leaving back, the fried egg and bacon in her hand did not move at all.

"Miss Mi doesn't know what's wrong, I heard her quarrel with Master Zixuan yesterday..."

Aunt Chen muttered something next to her, and noticed Bo Xinglan's gaze, she stopped quickly, lowered her head and didn't dare to say more.

Bo Xinglan's eyes were dark, and he put down the knife and fork after a while.

"Notify Bo Zixuan to complete the task at hand as soon as possible and come back."

Aunt Chen was startled and nodded quickly.

"Yes."

After finishing speaking, Bo Xinglan got up and left without moving the breakfast on the table.

(End of this chapter)