Kiss You, Sweetheart

Song Lifang's eyes are full of nostalgia and reluctance, and her nose is sour.

Although it's "very soon", it's a word with no bottom line. Unlike in the past, when we go out in the morning and return in the evening, we will meet each other.

In her heart, song Lifang said goodbye and leaned lightly against Bo Kun. It was hard for her to accept the separation.

Bo Kun, as a man, knows how to control his emotions better than song Lifang. Although he is also reluctant to give up to Bo Jiayan, he can keep smiling, wave his hand to him and watch the car leave slowly.

Song Lifang, with her eyes closed, couldn't bear to see her "son" leave.

The car went downhill along the winding highway. It was half afternoon. Bo Jiayan raised his wrist and looked at the time. At four o'clock, Bo en'en should not be on lunch break.

He took out his cell phone and called. Bo en got through quickly. There was a lot of noise on the phone. It didn't look like he was in a hotel.

"Well, where are you?"

"It's boring for me to hang out in the shopping mall near the hotel and stay in my room." Bo en said softly.

"Well." "I'm back, half an hour," he said

"Then I'll go back to the hotel." Bo endun asked again, his voice was slightly hurt, "how are Grandma and grandfather?"

Bo Jiayan could not bear Bo en's sadness. His voice was a little relaxed: "they are very good. You don't have to worry."

In fact, song Lifang's condition is not good at all.

Lost son, lost granddaughter, a year is not enough to heal the wound.

Bo en took a breath. She didn't know that what Bo Jia said was just words to comfort her. However, she didn't pick it out. She said something else: "grandma must have recalled a lot of things before you."

"Well."

"Do you have any impression?"

Bocha was silent. He had no impression at all. This time back to Bo's house, there was no help at all for his memory.

Memory, still a blank, like how also can't describe up.

When Bo Jiayan didn't answer, Bo en en knew the result and didn't ask any more questions. After several words with Bo Jiayan, he hung up his cell phone.

She was in a shopping mall, sitting in a chair with a cup of milk tea in her hand.

This is the most luxurious shopping mall in s city. It's near the hotel. If you have nothing to do, you can go shopping.

After Bo en hung up, he sat down on the chair, lowered his eyes and drank the milk tea a little bit. People came and went around, all of them were gorgeous ladies and celebrities. In each hand, they were carrying bags printed with the world famous brand "loge".

Bo en got up, went to the escalator and threw the milk tea cup into the garbage can.

Facing her is the down escalator.

After throwing away the milk tea cup, Bo en subconsciously looked up, and his eyes were frozen in an instant.

Slowly down the escalator, the figure of the man, particularly eye-catching. He is more handsome, tall and handsome than others. The most attractive person is still his cold and sparse temperament, with a trace of evil smell.

Qi shaoxun!

Bo en blinked, thinking he was wrong.

But it's really him.

She saw that he slightly raised his eyes, and a cold eye fell on her. When her figure took shape in his sight, Qi shaoxun's whole expression changed.

Eyes, in an instant become deep.

She was standing at the entrance of the ladder, while he slowly went down, and they just looked at each other quietly.

Until Qi shaoxun stood in front of her.

Two people's expressions, are particularly calm, time seems to freeze on this, only two people's gaze.