Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo Jiayan's heart, inch by inch of cold down: "en en, do you have to talk to me like this? Do you really want to hurt me to fall down and never get up again? Why did this happen between us, Eun, tell me? "

"Little uncle, I should have said it clearly last night? I don't want to repeat that. I don't want to hurt you so much. After all, in the future, we have to look up and not look down. You are my uncle, aren't you? "

"Bo en en!"

"Well, little uncle, I have to hang up. Shaoxun is waiting for me."

"Don't you know I had an accident?" Bo Jiayan roared and his body trembled. "If I'm dead, you won't show up?"

"Aren't you talking to me? Little uncle, your body will live a hundred years. "

Bo en en's tone completely shattered the last warmth and hope of Bo Jiayan.

Even when she came back to China this time, before she made up with him, she never spoke to him in such a tone of indifference.

At this time, she didn't care about his feelings at all. That kind of tone hurt people out of breath.

It's like that he is just a passer-by in her eyes and heart.

"En en, why do you..."

"Little uncle, you're the only one. I'm such a heartless woman. There's nothing worth thinking about. Let's get together and get together. Goodbye, little uncle

"Well..."

The heartless sound of breaking the line cut off the rest of bochayan's words.

He was holding his cell phone, shaking his breath, and his whole face was frightfully cold. As soon as he bit his cheek, he shook his hands to dial back, but because of the severe shaking, he didn't dial out the phone several times.

Song Zhixin can't watch any more. He throws his cigarette butts and jumps over. He grabs Bo Jiayan's mobile phone and drinks low: "enough of Jiayan. Don't be mean, OK?"

"I'll do it. You take care of me." Bo Jiayan grabs song Zhixin's mobile phone.

Two people scuffle together, finally, the mobile phone fell to the ground, broken.

Bang, Bo Jiayan became angry and ashamed. He punched song Zhixin in the cheek. Song Zhixin stepped back several steps before he stood still.

"Shit, can you stop slapping?" Song Zhixin covered his face and took a few breaths with a grin. It's going to be swollen for several days.

His face is his sign.

Bochayan leaned on the car body breathlessly, looking at the sky like ashes, with a lifeless appearance.

"Bo Jiayan, can you stop being so decadent? Is this still you?" Regardless of the pain in his cheek, song Zhixin walked over and tried to pull Bo Jiayan up.

"Whether you beat me or scold me, song Zhixin is willing to be your outlet bucket as long as you can vent your anger and live. I don't want to see you look so lifeless." Song Zhixin was a little angry.

But Bo Jiayan was still leaning on the car body, and he could not move even if he let song Zhixin pull.

Song Zhixin gave up, put his hand on his waist and looked at Bo Jiayan with heartache.

"Bocayan, I warn you, don't look down on me. You shouldn't be like this. You should be proud and invincible.

I tell you, don't cry in front of me, just like four years ago, don't give me such a weak mother, I don't like to see it. The more you want to die, the happier Qi shaoxun will be. Do you want to be like him

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cough, good night. At this time, we can only run away in silence. By the way, ask for a ticket (very quietly)

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