Kiss You, Sweetheart

This kind of thing, if change for others, certainly already secretly killed own opponent. It's too normal for the royal family to fight with each other, but everyone wants to have supreme power. "

"I'm no one else, and he's no one else." Ming Yanjing said, "he is my brother, the son you always miss."

Ming Zongze was especially pleased by Ming Yanyao's words. His eyes were filled with moving light, and he looked at his son with great approval: "ah Yao, dad didn't read you wrong. You have become a man, not a beast manipulated by power. Dad is very happy.

You two brothers, no matter who you are, are entitled to be the king of K country. "

The corner of Ming Yande's mouth slightly pulled, eyes slightly deep: "find him, can avoid this fight for rights."

Ming Zongze nodded his head thoughtfully.

With the return of the eldest son, all the struggles will fall.

Thinking about the way he once sat on the throne of the monarch, he was cruelly bloody, which was the biggest sorrow of the royal family.

He didn't want it to happen again.

I don't want anyone to lose their favorite and closest person in this struggle, just like him.

Although he became king, he lost his favorite woman.

***

today is the day when song Lifang is discharged from hospital, and Bo Jiayan comes to pick her up.

In the small garden of the sanatorium building, song Lifang is sitting beside the circle, distracted with her mobile phone.

The creaking sound of pokkayan pushing open the small wooden door did not make her recover.

Bo Jiayan walked over and sat down in front of song Lifang. His figure made the tea table dark in front of song Lifang. Song Lifang suddenly regained her mind and looked at Bo Jiayan in a daze.

After watching it for a few seconds, she recognized that it was her son. She was relieved.

"What's the matter with you, Ma?" Bo Jiayan looked at her with concern, "is your body still uncomfortable?"

Song Lifang slowly shakes her head and subconsciously grasps the mobile phone.

These subtle movements did not escape the keen observation of bochayan.

"Who did you call just now?"

"No, no one." Song Lifang saw Bo Jiayan's suspicious look, and quickly squeezed out a smile, "things have been packed, let's go back."

Song Lifang said, holding the coffee table to stand up, slowly toward the convalescent building, but there is a faint sadness.

Isn't she in a good mood these days?

Bocha was full of doubts.

But song Lifang didn't want to say that, and he had no choice but to stand up, follow up and help song Lifang's arm.

This disease, let her obviously thin a circle.

Along the way, song Lifang is very rare silence, almost did not speak, preoccupied.

After returning home, she said she was tired by car and went back to her room to have a rest.

She leaned on the head of the bed and sighed. Bo Kun brought her warm water and looked at her heartily: "old woman, what are you sighing about? Why, are you still not feeling well? "

Song Lifang did not speak, silently took Bo Kun handed over the boiling water, her palm, holding a medicine.

She low Mou, looking at that medicine, some can't lift a hand, tears suddenly fall on the medicine grain in the palm.

Bo Kun was surprised and asked, "what's the matter with you, ah Fang? What's the matter with you?"

Song Lifang just closed her eyes and wept, her hands shaking slightly.

Bo Kun took the cup from her hand, held her in his arms, and said in a warm voice: