Kiss You, Sweetheart

Song Lifang took Bo en'en's hand, trembled and sobbed: "en'en, grandma, please, please, leave your little uncle.

Your little uncle is stubborn and doesn't want to leave you. So grandma can only come to you, only you leave him, your little uncle can have a normal life.

I don't want you to be scolded. You can be afraid of your words. Thank you.

How about being considerate to grandma for once? Please, grandma, leave Jiayan! "

With tears and supplications, this noble woman seems to be ten years old, just like an ordinary mother who protects her children, pleading for everything, as if she could leave everything behind to protect him.

She even had to kneel to herself. How terrible. How much she loves her son!!!

Bo en'en's heart trembles. Ren song Lifang shakes her hand and her heart is collapsing.

What should she do? What should she do?

Once promised song Lifang, she and Bo Jiayan this life, even if the reason for this, there can be no longer any entanglement.

Leave him, heart like a knife, pieces of lingchi.

If she does not leave him, song Lifang's plea is like a needle in her heart.

The interests of his family, the splendor of his life, and his sinister life Everything overlapped in Bo en's mind.

"En en..." Song Lifang has no strength to call. She is panting. Her body seems to be overloaded. "Grandma, please..."

She had no strength and seemed to fall at any time.

Bo en en looked at Song Lifang's gray hair, heartache, a "good" word from the mouth, like draining all her strength, tottering.

She couldn't hear song Lifang's words of gratitude to her. Her world is illusory. She is like a walking corpse. She has no sense of everything around her.

She is like a dying fish on a dry river bed.

Dong, suddenly fell to sit on the ground, looking around blankly, dim light, like a bottomless abyss.

It's Bo's garage.

She subconsciously has chosen to leave.

"Yes?" It's song Lifang's anxious voice. She is held by Zhou's mother and comes downstairs in a hurry.

Bo en propped up and forced himself to stand up and stare at the car in the garage. She wants to leave, she just wants to leave.

She walked past on her limp legs.

"Well, where are you going?" Song Lifang asked anxiously.

Bo en didn't speak. She pulled the door and couldn't move. She was so anxious that she patted: "key, car key."

"En en en, how can you drive like this? Where are you going? I'll let Uncle Zhang see you off." Song Lifang cried.

Looking at Bo en's dejected appearance, she was also heartbroken. But there is no way, weigh the pros and cons, she chose to protect Bo Jiayan.

"I want the car key." Bo en suddenly shrieked, a little crazy slapping the window.

That appearance frightened song Lifang.

She pushed Zhou's mother away, bumped towards Bo en en, held her tightly in her arms and cried hoarsely: "en en en, you hate grandma, you hate grandma. If you can make you feel better, you hate grandma. "

Bo en collapsed in Song Lifang's arms, her hair scattered on her face full of tears, and a little sad smile rose from the corner of her mouth.

Hate, is it useful? Can she be with bochayan?