Kiss You, Sweetheart

In a word, understanding is consolation.

Bo Xi looks at Bo en with a little surprise, her eyes are moist.

Her thoughts on Bo Xiao, although the family more or less can feel it, but no one has ever been in front of her. Until today, Bo Pengcai solemnly said those words to her, but let her heart cool to the bone.

For the warmth Bo en sent, Bo Xi is very grateful, she gently smile: "thank you for your kindness, but now I want to be quiet. We'll talk when we have a chance. "

"Well." Bo en didn't demand it either.

Bo Xi slightly apologetically closed the door, Bo en gently exhaled, put the bag on the back, slowly down the stairs.

I'm in a low mood.

At the last step of the ladder, Bo en mischievously jumped down, but shook out a small round box in the side bag of his schoolbag and rolled to the ground.

Bo en ran after him, and the little round box stopped when it hit a closed door. It's Bo Peng's study. Bo en quietly walks over and picks up the box.

But he heard Bo Peng's low voice: "Xiao'er, I adopted you from the orphanage as a parent-child, even better than my own son. Are you using your disobedience to repay my kindness to you?"

Bo en's hand holding the small round box is slightly tight. She slowly straightens up and doesn't hear Bo Xiao's answer.

She took the box and left Bo Peng's house slowly.

What a big mountain!

Back home, although there was a domestic servant in the living room, she was the only owner of such a big house. Bo en felt very sad.

Very not adapt to such a cold, Bo en en after forcing himself to take a nap is not successful, some irritable get up to call Bo Jiayan.

Bochayan received quickly, and it was estimated that the mobile phone was in his hand.

"Well." Usual, with a touch of warmth.

Hearing this familiar "um", Bo en's whole body warmed up, and his irritability was calmed.

"Little uncle, when will you be back?" The voice is a little frustrated, a little wronged, a little bored, a little pitiful.

"Why?"

"I miss you." When he said this, Bo en's voice was soft and warm to the bottom, which made people feel tender, "I really want to."

"I'll be right back." He agreed without any hesitation.

He heard that Bo en's mood was really low, that little girl, nothing can't get through, presumably now is really not happy, where can he still play.

All the brothers who were drinking were staring at him.

That face of tenderness like water, that cavity of don't give up to cherish, or usually that cold boss? Heroes are always sad, but beauties are not.

When Bo Jiayan came home, Bo en was sitting on the sofa in his room, staring at him like a poor little Miao.

Small mouth slightly tilted, full of Jiao Chen small grievances, a pair of eyes, like filled with too much water, people's mind rippling.

At that moment, Bo Jiayan suddenly felt that it was a sin to leave Bo en en alone. He shouldn't leave her at home and let her endure boredom and loneliness.

Heart small guilt, the whole person are warm down, gently went to Bo en en's side to sit down, big hand affectionate knead her soft hair.