Kiss You, Sweetheart

I hope that he will abandon it in the future.

Bo en straightened some messy clothes, then walked steadily and left the office step by step.

At the moment of hearing the sound of closing the door, Bo Jiayan smashed his fist on the glass coffee table beside him. Immediately, the glass slag was cheap, and the blood stained the broken table.

The mobile phone rings on the desk. Bo Jiayan walks slowly, and his blood drops on the carpet.

"He said The voice is extremely cold.

"Mr. Bo, the president of MT company, wants to meet you. He will sign this contract only when he meets you."

When he was studying abroad, Bo Jiayan and the president of MT used to be classmates. Originally, he cooperated with them this time. Bo Jiayan planned to go there in person just to talk about the past with him.

As a result, on the plane, he immediately gave up the plan when he learned that Bo en had come back.

He put down everything for the sake of this woman, but she broke his heart again and again.

Bo Jiayan took a cold breath, but he didn't feel the pain on his hand.

As soon as Bo en left the office, he went to the bathroom, shut up in the compartment and tried his best to suppress tears. After a while, I calmed down and went back to work after looking at myself in the mirror.

As soon as he got to his desk, the door of the president's office opened, and Bo Jiayan came out in cold air and refused to leave. He didn't look at Bo en and went straight out.

The wound on the hand was not treated, and there was blood dripping.

"Mr. Bo, Mr. Bo, your hand..."

Several secretaries gathered around and panicked.

"Go away!" But bocayan is so cold.

A few secretaries petrified, Bo en en fell into a chair, tightly holding his clothes, suppressing his body tremor.

Just bear it, Bo en! The deeper the injury, the farther the push.

That's it. It's good. It's good!

Bo en sat on the seat and hypnotized herself. She didn't come back until someone else gave her a pose. Looking at the huge amount of information on the desk, she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down to work.

Just like when I was in country w, I forced myself.

It will pass!

Song Lifang calls and asks Bo en'en to go home for dinner. Bo en knows that Bo Jiayan has gone to m country, so she goes back to Bo's house with peace of mind.

When I got off work, I received a call from Qi shaoxun. Originally, I asked Bo en to have dinner. As a result, song Lifang had an appointment first, so he sent Bo en back to Bo's house.

Along the way, Bo en en didn't speak much and was obviously in a bad mood.

Qi shaoxun didn't have to ask, but he also knew why Bo en was down. He held the steering wheel in one hand, reached over with the other hand, wrapped Bo en's small hand in the palm of his hand and held it tightly.

He knew that she did not need verbal comfort now.

No one can honestly feel his heart, so most words of comfort are pale. Sometimes, an act of comfort is more warm than words.

Thin en en pursed her mouth and showed a little smile to Qi shaoxun. She said: "I'm ok."

"I know." Qi shaoxun Wen looked at her, "but I want to warm you."

Bo en en

She sighed, love may be like this, owe this, owe that, life after life are not clear.

In front of the iron gate of Bo's house, Qi shaoxun stopped his car, and Bo en was ready to get off the car: "why don't you go in for dinner?"