Kiss You, Sweetheart

Which woman, in front of love, is not smaller than a needle.

But she left other women in her own bed.

Boyne, you are a virgin!

When he closed the door, he knew how soft his legs were. Bo en leaned against the wall, turned around and propped up on the wall. His tears ran wild and his body trembled.

The pain in my heart is beyond description.

I didn't expect that Bo en would do such a thing one day

The world is always so unpredictable, just like four years ago, she simply thought that she could really stay with bochayan all her life.

But the reality shattered her dream.

I thought that there was no factor in the world that could separate them.

In fact, every emotional appearance is eggshell.

That's it, Bo en. What's the point of crying? Do you really want to be single all your life?

Now that he has decided not to entangle with Zhou Yumei, it's not good to let him and Zhou Yumei cook mature rice? In this way, everyone is happy and grandma is happy.

Bo en en took a breath, wiped the tears on his face, and walked towards the elevator step by step.

Feet, still soft, walk hard. I can't wipe the tears on my face

Bo Jiayan estimates the time. Zhou Yumei should leave.

She kept calling Bo en's name, and he asked the waiter to take her to en en's room.

When the red wine in the glass reached the bottom, Bo Jiayan put the glass down and walked slowly to the door. When the hand presses on the doorknob, slightly pause.

Anyway, we must take that girl down tonight.

Say don't accept, coax don't accept of woman, put her sleep clothes!

Bochayan suddenly opened the door of the room. Facing the door, it was the big bed. There was no headlight in the room, only a small light on the head of the bed. The room was dim, but there was no one.

When Bo Jiayan looked at the dew terrace, the night wind lifted the gauze curtain, and Zhou Yumei, who was wearing a nightgown, was graceful.

She gazed at the night of Shengjing, listened to the light footsteps behind her, and dropped her eyes slightly.

Fingers, gently quietly wipe away the tears of the corner of the eye.

"Why are you here?" Walking to the door, Bo Jiayan stops and looks at Zhou Yumei's thin back.

Zhou Yumei turned around slowly, with a faint smile on her lips: "en en gave me the bed."

Bo Jiayan's brow wrinkled, and the whole person was cold. He stepped forward to Zhou Yumei and pressed her like a mountain. His voice was deep: "where is she?"

"Jiayan, you are my nephew."

"Shut up." Bo Jiayan a cold drink, grabbed Zhou Yumei's wrist, eyes frightening, "don't want me to hate you, just tell me where she is?"

Zhou Yumei's eyes were filled with tears, and her eyelashes fell off with a flick. She slipped across her cool face and choked: "in In my room, 3808. "

Bo Jiayan suddenly released Zhou Yumei's wrist, turned around and left. He was as cold as a moving iceberg, and was full of anger.

Zhou Yumei's hand fell down and her eyes were blurred by tears.

Bo en en asked her to turn off the light. If she turned it off, she might have been entangled with Bo Jiayan in bed.

Song Lifang calls and tells her that Bo Jiayan is going to K country on business. She tries her best to stay in his room. But when the chance comes, she lets go.

Everyone knows, including song Lifang. She asked her to come, in fact, to prevent the old love between Bo en en and Bo Jiayan from rekindling.