Kiss You, Sweetheart

She just waited quietly, finally, until he came.

The days that have been waiting for him to come are the long and suffering of countless centuries.

She looked at him, want to see through him, a man, how can you spoil one second, the next second unfeeling?

But she couldn't see through the deep man in front of her.

Bo Jiayan came over with a calm expression and calm eyes. He pulled away the chair beside the bed and sat down. He put his eyes on Bo en en en's face. She had a look of studying him.

"Yes."

Bo Jiayan called. After that, his heart suddenly hurt. Suddenly, he didn't call the name for several days. He never thought that one day, he would close the name.

Bo en just looked at him deeply and kept silent.

Bo Jiayan slightly lowered his eyes, avoided Bo en's piercing eyes, held his hand on his knee, and said, "en en, I want to tell you something."

"Are you with Zhou Yumei?" Bo en's voice was low and cold, with a little sarcasm. "Do you think I'll believe it? When I was not together in S City, you were together only after I almost died?

Little uncle, when are you going to act? Now grandma is not here, little uncle, you don't have to do this to me any more

Bogayan hung his eyes and listened to her quietly. At the end, it's all pain.

She is still carrying a trace of fantasy, his indifference to her these days, are acting.

He is really acting, but not for song Lifang, but for her.

The tone of Bo en en's voice made Bo Jiayan suddenly unable to lift his head. He was afraid to see her eyes full of expectation and fear of disappointment. He was afraid that his heart would collapse when he came into contact with Bo en's eyes.

He can only continue to lower his head, two hands of the thumb, some disorderly touch, voice slightly choked: "en en, I want to say to you is, tomorrow after discharge, send you to w country to study."

Bo en en

She was stunned for a moment. She never thought it would be this.

"What?"

"Study in W country." Bo Jiayan repeated. He bit his parotid gland and hardened his heart. He raised his head and looked at Bo en.

Bo en en's eyes are full of doubts and disappointments. All kinds of painful and complex things make people need great courage to look at her.

Whenever you love someone, you will be heartbroken to see her disbelief, unwillingness, little fear, little despair. Want to put her into his arms, hard embrace, quickly coax her: baby, I'm kidding.

However, Bo Jiayan can't, he can only constantly reinforce his heart wall, and Bo en en's heartbreaking eyes.

"You're leaving me? I sent you the message I love you last night. Did you receive it? " A tear, sliding out of Bo en's eye socket, and then, another, like a broken line of beads, Ping Ping straight down.

She is not a crying girl, but most of her tears in the past 18 years have been given to Bo Jiayan.

Bo Jiayan's heart ached and his hand trembled slightly. He hid it quietly. He still looked at her coldly and wept, as if indifferent. Every word was as cold as ice: "en en, you are still very young. You don't know what love is. Now you are just infatuated with me.

But it won't last long.