Kiss You, Sweetheart

Outside the window, the plane is waiting to fly, and the airport staff are busy commanding. Bo Jiayan sits down and takes out his mobile phone to call song Lifang.

"Gayan."

"Mom, I'm ready to take off." Only when he spoke to his family, the tone of his voice was a little gentle, "you should take care of your body."

"Well..." Song Lifang answered with a long ending. It was obvious that she wanted to say something, but eventually she became concerned. "You should also pay attention to your body when you are out."

"Mom, it's only ten days." Bochayan didn't think much, "I'll hang up first."

"Gayan." Song Lifang called him subconsciously, and she wanted to say nothing.

She didn't know whether she should tell bochayan about the return of en'en. She was afraid that her words would affect bochayan's mood. In recent years, he has become moody, but because of grace.

Song Lifang thought about it and didn't say, "well, goodbye."

She doesn't want to influence Bo Jiayan's business trip. When he comes back, she will naturally know that en'en is back.

Bo Jiayan hung up his cell phone, and his thoughts were a little deep. I don't know why, there is always a vague feeling in my heart, like he can't seem to leave.

It's just that those distant worries are surging up in my heart because I'm taking a private plane again. Bo Jiayan coldly pulls the corner of his lip, and his eyes show a little coldness. He is about to turn off the phone, but song Zhixin's phone calls in time.

"Hello." He got through quietly.

"You haven't left yet?"

"Take off immediately." Bo Jiayan calmly looked out of the window, "how, want to take a plane?"

It's hard for him to make such a joke.

"It seems you don't know yet." However, song Zhixin gave a light, happy look: "then don't leave. There's a surprise at home."

"Well?"

"Shaoxun is back."

Bochayan's face collapsed.

Song Zhixin quickly added, "don't be angry. You should understand that shaoxun's coming back means..."

When Bo Jiayan's chest was tight, he suddenly remembered song Lifang's desire to say nothing. Was she hesitating to hide it

"She..." When Bo Jiayan said this word, he found that his heart was beating so hard that he could not speak any more.

"Yes, she's back." Song Zhixin breathed a sigh, and his tone was full of heartache. "Jiayan, your suffering is finally over."

***

when Bo Jiayan returned to Bo's house, it was already dark. Street lights were on in the garden, and the room, which had been dark for four years, was glowing with warm yellow light.

Finally, willing to come back.

Bo Jiayan's eyes were deep, and his amber eyes showed a touch of pain.

In front of people, he is the president of Bo family of lengba. In back of people, he only dares to release his heart when he is alone. He sat in the car, staring at the window for a long time, smoking, one by one, to his cough, light smoke, his eyes a little moist.

In this life, there is nothing terrible.

But now, he is afraid to enter the house, afraid to see the face that doesn't care. He calls him "little uncle" gently, but there is no temperature in the past.

Bochayan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Four years, how many painful nights, smoke can not paralyze their own nerves, wine can not drunk their own consciousness, so much pain winding, it is his hard to survive.

The only time my willpower broke down was when I drank with song Zhixin.