Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo en's face was a little rusty. He got on the bus and said, "brother Chong, can't you cooperate like this?"

Mo Chong didn't make a sound, his face was cold.

In my heart, all kinds of contradictions.

He reminded himself that he could not contact Bo en again, but he could not refuse.

Bo en tied up his seat belt, picked up his mobile phone and was ready to send a short message to Bo Jiayan. At this time, he found that the mobile phone had no power. She reached out to Mo Chong: "lend me your mobile phone."

Mo Chong flashed a strange light in his eyes and said, "my mobile phone..."

"Can't borrow" three words, haven't said out, Bo en en directly use force, snatched the mobile phone from his hand.

Mo Chong

But she wanted to, so she was able to get it easily. With Bo en's small body, how can he steal things from him.

"Don't move!"

"It's just a text message."

Bo en said while inputting words: Little uncle, I'll come back to X city tomorrow. My mobile phone has no power. Don't read!

After sending it, he threw it back to Mo Chong and kindly reminded him, "fasten your seat belt, I'm a bit yellow as a driver."

Mo Chong

Silently fasten your seat belt and ask, "drive?"

"By plane, of course. We're just going to the airport now."

"No way." Mo Chong refused in a cold voice.

Bo en was stunned for a moment, and Mo Chong explained, "I didn't have my ID card. I dropped it when I parachuted."

Bo en en

He's the most embarrassing skydiver in history.

"OK, drive." Bo en boom accelerator, wow, "millions of luxury cars, driving is not the same. Even though I'm technically poor, I'm safe. "

Mo Chong

At this time, his mobile phone screen lit up. He turned on mute, so even if there was a call, there was no sound. Strange number, he doesn't know, just hang up.

For a moment, I thought it might be the mobile phone that Bo en had just sent a message.

Mo Chong's eyebrows are slightly twisted. It's a taboo for him to get in touch with Bo en. If you let other people know about him, it's just asking for trouble. With that in mind, he turned off the machine.

More than ten hours later, X city.

Four years later, X city has not changed a lot. Bo en is still familiar with those streets.

The intersection in front was the intersection where she said goodbye to Mochong when she was taken back to s city by bojiayan four years ago. The neighborhood next to him is the neighborhood where Mo Chong lives. Bo en has been in and out for countless times.

As the speed slowed down, Bo en stopped the car by the side of the road and looked at Mo Chong with a cool face: "that's where you used to live. Do you have a sense of familiarity?"

"No," Mo said

"It doesn't matter. You'll be impressed when you see your uncle and aunt. I always don't believe that a person will really forget his close relatives. It doesn't matter if you forget me, but you won't forget your favorite relatives. This is your home

Mo Chong listens and slides his throat. He looks at the neighborhood where Bo en refers.

At this time, the lights, every window, are showing warm light.

Home!

What a strange word.

Mo Chong's cheek was hard, and his face became very cold: "go to the hotel."

"Well?" Bo en's face was full of doubts.

"Tomorrow." Mo hung his head.

Bo en thought and nodded: "OK."

She thinks that Mo Chong is a bit "timid in his hometown". After all, he has been used to this blank memory for four years