Kiss You, Sweetheart

Because this family has no warmth for her, and your grandmother has no affection for her. "

"Jiayan, you..." Song Lifang's heart was filled with tears, but she was unable to refute.

From the deep level analysis of the situation, what Boka said is true.

"She's gone at last. She's living alone abroad. You're satisfied, because she can't entangle with me any more." Bo Jiayan's cold smile, but his eyes are full of heartache.

He couldn't imagine what kind of pain and disappointment Bo en was in at this time.

Bo's family is big, but it can't give her a foothold.

Bocayan took a deep breath in pain.

In the room, after a long silence, song Lifang wiped the tears on her face and said, "Jiayan, please believe that mother is for you."

With a sad smile and cold eyes, Bo Jiayan said, "from now on, don't interfere in anything with my mother's love."

Song Lifang

She looked at the cold of Bo Jiayan's face with heartache. She had never treated her with such an expression.

"Am I wrong? "What do you say?" Song Lifang's eyes became gray.

"You're right, just leave me alone." Bochayan took a deep breath and walked towards the door.

Song Lifang murmured her lips, but she didn't call out at last.

Chest tightness, let her some asthma, leaning on the head of the bed to ease breathing.

She couldn't figure out what she had done wrong. Was it right to let them go against the principles of human relations?

Song Li closed her eyes sadly.

These two days, the Bo family is low pressure. Bo Jiayan's face was black, and no one dared to say a word more.

The weather was a little dark. The wind was blowing the curtains. Bo Jiayan sat on the sofa, gazing at the big bed with a quietly burning cigarette between his fingers.

Curl of smoke, deep in his eyes.

That bed, once full of his and Bo en en's love, but now, he is alone in the empty room. Four years later, I expected her to come back, thinking that I could get back together, but

Bo Jiayan closed his eyes with heartache. The cigarette butt burned to his fingers, and there was a burning sensation.

He put it out in the ashtray and drew a cigarette out of the box. Just as he was about to light it, the door was pushed open and song Lifang stood still at the door.

The smell of smoke in the room surprised her.

When he heard the sound, Bo Jiayan looked up and looked at Song Lifang. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it on the coffee table.

He stood up.

Song Lifang withstood the pain and walked towards him: "Jiayan, why are you suffering?"

Bo Jiayan didn't answer, saying other things: "Mom, you're just in time. I'm going to move to Dingshan villa tomorrow."

"What do you mean, gayan?" Song Lifang was shocked, "are you going to leave this home?"

"I'll come back to see you once in a while."

"Jiayan..." Song Lifang grabbed Bo Jiayan's arm and her eyes were red. "Do you know how much you hurt your mother's heart by saying these words just now? Who's mom's favorite, isn't it you, gayan.

Don't you realize mother's hard work? "

"You didn't lose me." Bo Jiayan stabilized song Lifang's shaky body, but his attitude was firm, "I just want to be alone."

"Jiayan..."

"All right, mom, that's it." Bo Jiayan coldly cut off song Lifang's words, "I will often come back to see you."

Song Lifang whispered her lips and wanted to say something more. At this time, there was a knock on the door.

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some people say that grace is not like the original grace. I want to say that people will grow up, and no one's mood is the same at the age of 22 and 18. If she doesn't know the heaven and earth as before, is it possible?