Kiss You, Sweetheart

What strong, but superficial things, her heart, will still be Bo Jiayan indifferent tone, hurt heartache.

He is clearly in her side, so close, but his feeling for her is like in the end of the earth.

Little uncle

The hand on the knee, slightly curled up.

Injured did not cry, but in front of love, she was as weak as a helpless kitten. Tell yourself to be strong and independent, but deep down, still weak.

Monologue, really, really, hurts.

But, gayan, I don't blame you. I'm willing to wait for you to think about everything. I'll be by your side and protect you.

It's midnight when we get to country J.

The plane glided on the runway and slowly stopped. The beautiful stewardess stood by the cabin waiting for Bo Jiayan and others to get off the plane.

President J came to welcome the guests in person. The whole VIP passage was closed. In the dark, President J clearly hugged Bo Jiayan and Ming Yanyao. After some visitors, they left in three bulletproof cars.

Bo Jiayan and his bodyguard were sitting in the middle of the car. The car had no baffle. Bo en en was sitting opposite him. Bo Jiayan's eyes, coldly fell out of the window, dim night under the lights.

His profile, firm and cold, is inaccessible.

His aura, without a trace of temperature, more than 40 minutes drive, he did not look at Bo en en sitting opposite him, let alone have a conversation.

All the way down the highway leading to the city, and then through the busy streets of the city, driving to a manor on the outskirts of the mountain.

Hidden by green trees, the sharp top of the building looks like an ancient castle in the last century, revealing a sense of mystery.

This is a private manor specially built by J country for the reception of foreign rulers. It has complete facilities and is completely built according to the six-star standard. Of course, in terms of comfort, it is higher than the specifications of the hotel.

The car slowly drove into the gate of the iron flower, Bo en en saw the bodyguards patrolling around, people unconsciously nervous, dare not act arbitrarily.

Around a round flower stand, the car stopped at the main building gate, and several bodyguards in black rushed over to respectfully open the door for the group of distinguished guests.

I don't know why, when Bo en got off the bus, he stepped on a small stone hidden in the grass and staggered.

In fact, as far as her skill is concerned, she can handle such a little bit of sudden state.

But her wrist was wrapped by a familiar temperature, and Bo en's heart jumped.

Bo Jiayan was going to follow her out of the car. Seeing her body askew, he instinctively stretched out his hand and held her.

That button instantly made Bo en's eyes hot, but she stabilized, and she soon remembered her present identity.

She stood up and saluted to Boka, who had let her go. "Thank you, your highness."

Bocayan didn't say anything, and even his eyes didn't fall on her. His action just now seems to be that he inadvertently helped something, not someone.

The air-conditioning on the body, layer upon layer of emission, from Bo en's side wiped past.

The warmth suddenly disappeared, and the cool night wind was surging beside Bo en.

Bochayan and his party lived on one floor.

There is a main set and a sub set. Naturally, bojiayan lived in the main set, while yanmao lived in the sub set in the Ming Dynasty.