Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo en en

He clapped his hand on Bo Xin and laughed, "little fellow, you can experience the wisdom and famous saying yourself."

"How can we see that?"

Bo en's lazy smile: "four years ago, you were naive in front of meow Bao, because you love her. Now, just now those little sisters teased you. You are as steady as their father. Isn't that what you said? "

Bo Xin was silent. He didn't drink much. After hearing Bo en's words, he suddenly twisted the bottle and poured it.

Bo en was a little strange at first, but she soon understood the reason.

She mentioned meow Po!

Bo en leaned over to Bo Xin and asked, "why, can't you put it down?"

"What?"

"Still pretending, miaobao, when I mention her, you are not in the right mood. For four years, do you still remember?"

"Sister, are you telling a joke?" Bo Xin has a sneer on his face, "there is no grass at the end of the world."

"In order to prove that you don't love a single flower, please show me one tonight."

Bo Xin

"The dead duck has a hard mouth. If you like it, you can love it. What's the shame to admit?"

"No love!" Bo Xin's point is firm.

Is the woman who said she would wait for him to grow up, but left without saying a word, worthy of his love?

Over the years, the rest is hatred and resentment.

"Then you're up." Bo en en egged on, "look, all around are beautiful women, hot figure, you are in full bloom. If you don't, you still love meow Bao. "

"Just do it." Bo Xin drank his last drink, stood up and walked to the dance floor.

But Bo en fell on the sofa and laughed. The more proof, the more cover up. Know you still love the woman who may never show up again.

Suddenly, Bo en felt a little bit, and his nose was a little sour. How many people have been hurt by one word of love.

She sighed here, but Bo Xin didn't really tease her sister. He's not that stupid. That's not what he likes.

He just walked across the dance floor and went to the bathroom.

The sound of wild music was masked by the sound proof door, and the corridor leading to the bathroom was quiet. He walked slowly with his head down, but heard the sound of high heels.

Bo Xin inadvertently raised her head, a little girl in a black tight suspender skirt was supporting the wall. Bo Xin smelled a breath of wine, the girl obviously drank a lot.

Two people's eyes touched in the air, Bo Xin's face glided past without expression.

The girl is wearing a little heavy make-up, but it's not difficult to see that she has good features.

A head of curly hair, all over one shoulder, revealing the other side of the white fragrant shoulder, some attractive.

She slightly narrowed her eyes and stared at Bo Xin.

Bo Xin does not intend to pay attention to her, single inserted in his pocket, a height cold fan ready to pass by with the girl. But just when he was about to make a mistake, the girl suddenly put her hand on his shoulder and breathed a little wine into Bo Xin's neck.

"Handsome, borrow a fire!" She opened her lips.

Bo Xin's heart leaped.

Familiar lines, let those deep buried in his heart memories, unstoppable surge. A scene four years ago, in his mind.

That day, meow Bao was also wearing black suspenders. He stopped him and asked him for a fire.

At that time, he didn't.

Now, still not.

But the scene of meeting was the deepest pain in his heart!