Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bocayanton lived at the door and took a deep breath.

This is a fool like him!

"No need." Bo Jiayan, with a cold voice, completely cut off Zhou Yumei's thought, "you are willing to marry, but I am not willing to. Yumei, I advise you for the last time that I won't marry you. Take it easy and find someone else to live a good life. "

Because he didn't have a bad impression on her, he tried to persuade her again. If it's someone else, he doesn't care.

"Jiayan..."

Bang, the door was closed, and Zhou Yumei stepped back.

Even the sexual impotence, also do not want to marry her, this is already the words of heartless in the end.

What face does she have to pester? She's low in the dust.

He won't marry her, this life, this life.

Although she had expected such a result, Zhou Yumei was still deeply hurt. Nine years was like a sharp blade in her heart.

Once pulled away, blood drenched!

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please remember that I love you (1)

it was a rainy day, and the low buildings on both sides of the road were reflected on the wet slate Road, like a wet painting.

Between the old buildings, there are intricate wires. People shaking the fans gather under the eaves to chat.

On the road, from time to time out of a few children playing, came the cry of adults behind.

This is an old street, in a corner of S City ready for demolition.

Intersection, a black Benz, slowly stop, luxury body, and around the old some out of place.

Such a luxury car attracts the attention of passers-by as soon as it stops.

The driver in white uniform, wearing white gloves, clinging to the steering wheel of the car, slightly sideways, respectfully asked: "your second highness, here we are."

In the back, Ming Yanyao closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair with a cold look.

The driver's warning didn't immediately make him open his eyes. After several seconds of continuous closing, Ming Yanyao slowly opened his eyes. He moved his eyes a little and looked at the winding bluestone road through the window with dark green solar film.

Cars can't get in, but bicycles can.

A bicycle comes into the alley with a young boy and a shy girl, pressing the bell all the way.

The clear voice of the exhortation brought Ming Yan's eyes into a layer of memories.

Corner of the mouth, can't help slightly up, as if all the memories, close at hand. He didn't know that the slight upward arc made his whole body gentle.

There was silence in the car.

He did not speak, and no one dared to say one more word.

Two bodyguards, like stone statues, sat by his side, motionless.

For a long time, Ming Yanyao's whole expression faded and turned into the usual coldness. He stretched out his hand to open the door.

Seeing this, the bodyguard in the co driver got out of the car and opened the door for him.

"Sorry, two..."

"Get in the car!" Ming Yande said in a cold voice.

The bodyguard was a little at a loss.

"I walk alone." Ming Yanyao looked at the lane, which was no more than three meters wide.

"Temple Second young master, how can we do that? "

Ming Yanyao looked cold and said in a low voice, "who knows my identity except you. Get in the car and wait. "

"Yes, second young master." The bodyguard didn't dare disobey the order and got back in the car.

But eyes, closely follow the figure of Ming Yanyao.

His posture, Qingzhuo with a natural pride, make others look.