Kiss You, Sweetheart

Although she didn't find Mo Chong, she still thanks him for his help, especially his company with her and Bo Xin all day.

The corner of Bo Xiao's mouth, if there seems to be no move, in Bo en en closed the door of the moment, then drove away the car. Along the wall of the house, drive to another iron gate of the house.

Bo en en walked into the room with deep steps. The hall was open and deep, and the huge crystal hung from the sky, emitting a bright and gorgeous light.

The room was full of splendor, but because it was too spacious, Bo en felt a little cold. She held her arm and went upstairs slowly.

As we walked, we stopped. She micro Mou, see Bo Jiayan, is coming out of song Lifang's room. Although he was wearing casual home clothes, he was cold and had no affinity at all. He was so handsome that he went his own way.

See Bo en en, the expression has no change, flat like she is a passer-by.

Bo en's body is colder.

He approached her, half a meter away from her, stopped and said in a low voice, "I'm back."

Bo en's throat was stuck with glue and could not make a sound.

Bo Jiayan didn't seem to be waiting for her answer, so he turned and went upstairs.

Air conditioning!

Bo en's body trembled slightly, and his mouth raised a sneer.

Is this the so-called normal uncle nephew distance?

I didn't even ask why she came back so late, why her expression was so sad? She didn't believe he couldn't see.

But he is so indifferent to leave, as if she was happy, sad or not have nothing to do with him.

He completely ignored her.

Bo en's neck, staring at Bo Jiayan so cold disappeared in the third floor of the stairs. There was silence all around.

All of a sudden, a touch of fear on people's hearts is intended to spread in Bo en en's body, like a rope tightly strangling her body.

Is this home really her home?

Bo Jiayan completely cold to her, Mo Chong may also be completely missing.

After her life, is it really so lonely alone?

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it's so bad at heart (1)

this night, Bo en didn't sleep well at all. He got up early in the morning and twisted his suitcase when he went downstairs. Song Lifang was surprised to see her and asked, "en en, you are..."

"Grandma, I'm going to live in school."

"Why, isn't it good to live at home?"

Bo en en showed a positive desire to learn: "grandma, I have poor academic performance. If I live in school, I can study by myself in the evening and let the teacher guide me. Otherwise, my penultimate performance will be a disgrace to my family."

She said the last sentence to bochayan. While she was talking, Bo Jiayan was walking down the stairs in his formal clothes. He was so dignified that he couldn't move his eyes.

This man, even if his heart at this time no matter how hiccup to him, also have to admit, he is really the most handsome man she has ever seen.

She likes a man with a strong temperament like him.

Bojiayan listened to the words, did not say a word, quietly walked the last few steps of the stairs.

"Well, grandma doesn't care about your academic performance. It doesn't matter whether you are good or not, as long as you are happy." Song Lifang's loving face always feels that she owes her granddaughter too much, so she dotes on her.

But Bo en insisted: "grandma, I've made up my mind."