Kiss You, Sweetheart

Looking at bochayan's number in a daze, I felt a sense of fear. At first, when she teased him, she was thick skinned and bold. I don't know what to say. Even if she couldn't, she didn't think it was a kind of blow.

But now, after getting it, I am more and more afraid of losing it. When she thought that Bo Jiayan could be so cold to her, her heart was like a needle prick, with a thin pain, which was very uncomfortable.

A kind of despair can't help breeding if If even bocayan deceives her, who else can she believe?

Little uncle, don't let me down in love, don't let me down in the world In fact, her heart is really fragile.

Tears blinded Bo en's eyes, but she did not dare to cry. She could only cover her mouth and breathe deeply to ease her mood. She's afraid of waking song Lifang up. It's hard to explain.

At this time, she had no acting skills and could not hide her sadness.

The time on the mobile phone is already 12 o'clock, the new morning, but Bo Jiayan still did not reply to her message.

Bo en en didn't believe that Bo Jiayan really treated her like this. Maybe it was a communication failure. He didn't receive the short message. Isn't it possible?

Bo en's gray heart suddenly brightened because of this idea. It must be so. My little uncle can't be indifferent to her affectionate confession.

Therefore, as long as she sends another message, bochayan will receive it.

Bo en wiped the tears on his face, as if he had found a fair excuse for himself. He moved his fingers a few times and then sent another text message.

Little uncle, miss you, can't sleep!

After the hair, Bo en fixed his big eyes on the mobile phone screen without blinking. The expectation is always long, and the second is expanded invisibly.

One second, two seconds, like a year or two, gripping the heart.

I've never been so afraid. I've never been so worried that bochayan will ignore her one day

But now, just a text message, let her no self-confidence, she seems to know, Bo Jiayan will not return to her. Think of Bo Jiayan usually cold, Bo en en en's body, can't help but jump up a chill.

Will he treat her like this in the end?

After a few minutes of worrying about gain and loss, Bo Jiayan finally came back with the news. Bo en was full of expectations, but the content made her feel colder.

Sleep well.

Plain and cold words, even a "I miss you" is not. As if just to send her, and a little impatient to deal with.

Bo en tightly grasp the phone, tears can no longer control, one by one down, hit the phone screen.

After a while, the screen went black and the ward was completely in darkness. Bo en lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark, she felt her body constantly sinking into an bottomless abyss.

The balcony of the hotel, no lights, immersed in the dark. Only the neon light of the surrounding buildings vaguely reflects the figure of Bo Jiayan leaning on the reclining chair.

Next to the small tea table, a few bottles of red wine have been empty, he extended his hand, to take the cigarette box on the tea table, very light, he shook, only to find that the cigarette box is empty.

The ashtray beside the wine bottle was full of cigarette ends, and some were thrown directly on the ground.

He couldn't remember how many he smoked.