Kiss You, Sweetheart

Although you are worried about grandma, you should take good care of your body so that grandma can recover quickly. "

Bo Kun nodded and looked at Bo Jiayan with a deep tone: "Jiayan, I think the first person you want to see after your mother wakes up is you.

I hope you coax her more. Don't forget, he's your mother! "

Bo Jiayan didn't say a word. Bo en en quickly said, "don't worry, Grandpa. My little uncle knows. Come on, I'll take you to the elevator. "

Bo en en's sensible, let Bo Kun heart comfort, smile, and Bo en together, to take the elevator.

Bo Jiayan walks to the ICU and looks through the glass window at Song Lifang, who is being connected to various instruments by the nurse. His heart is sour. So many pipes make people feel depressed.

He is also afraid of losing song Lifang.

Why are things in the world so difficult? He raised his face slightly and breathed. Behind him came the sound of high heels touching the ground, very familiar.

Bo en looked at the back of Bo Jiayan's high bank, showing a touch of worry.

He is not hard hearted, see the dying song Lifang, he also regret it.

Bo en slowly walked by, still wearing the dress to attend the banquet, Gao Mei graceful.

She went to Bo Jiayan's side, stood with him, looked at Song Lifang in the ward, and said, "there are many things in life, which can't be willful.

Everyone has a connection and a soft threat, unless that person is really alone and unconcerned. "

Bochayan was cold and silent.

"Little uncle, you know what I've been longing for since I was a child is maternal love and paternal love. You have these, why don't you cherish them? I'm afraid of the lack of family affection, and I long for the warmth of my home. You have all these, and you are happier than me, so please cherish Something I'll never have in my life. "

At the end of the day, her voice suddenly choked, and Bo Jiayan's face was cold. She stretched out her arm, held Bo en en in her arms, and closed her eyes tightly.

"I can give you all these, family affection, love What do you want that I can't give you? "Yes?"

Bo en en leaned on Bo Jiayan's chest, with tears and a sad smile: "yes, little uncle, you can give me all these. However, give me, you mean to lose.

If I lost my grandmother, you lost your mother, and we were together under the spit of the world, would we really be very happy? Can we really be happy if we just muddle along on the basis of people's suffering? "

Bo Jiayan listened, looked, and his face closed his eyes.

Two people guard for a while, song Lifang, the domestic servant to Bo en en en sent clothes for her to change. Bo Jiayan persuades her to go to bed. He sits in the corridor of ICU for a night, accompanying song Lifang.

When it was almost dawn, the nurse woke up Bo Jiayan, who was sleeping on his chair.

"Thin less, thin less."

The tone was gentle, but Bo Jiayan was always alert. He suddenly woke up, his eyes were bright, his spirit recovered immediately, and he stood up as high as a hill.

"Is Madame awake?"

"Yes, Bo Shao, madam is awake. You can go in and have a look at her." Said the nurse, with her head down.

Bo Jiayan's aura made her dare not look directly at him.

"Well." Bo Jiayan raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was still early. He didn't plan to wake Bo en up.

He first changed the disinfectant clothes and went to the ICU.

Song Lifang's oxygen mask has been changed to the nasal suction type, so that it is convenient for her to speak.