Kiss You, Sweetheart

And Bo en's posture, as if in worship of him.

The king above.

Is there a heart or God pity her a little sad mind, even let him appear?

In his pajamas, Bo Jiayan, at will, still carries the dignity of a bully. In fact, he is not so friendly, but he is absolutely frightening.

Bo en just looked up at him.

She stood in a slightly dark position. At first, Bo Jiayan didn't find her. He put a cigarette in his mouth slightly against the railing. A bunch of small blue flames lit up. She seemed to smell the short aroma of a match burning.

He gracefully closed the fire and lit the smoke.

Suddenly, Bo en's nose was slightly sour. His movements as like as two peas were. So many of his living habits are the same, but he no longer remembers her.

The stars of cigarette end are bright and dark, and Bo Jiayan always looks at the dark sky in the distance, like thinking about something.

Is he also wondering about his missing memory and trying to remember it?

Time, like stagnation in general. A person looks up, a person looks at quietly, only the spark of cigarette end is twinkling.

A cigarette, almost let it burn quietly.

Bo Jiayan gently put out the cigarette in the ashtray. Until then, his eyes just slightly droop, suddenly alert toward the direction of Bo en en en standing.

She saw the frown of his brow. The crystal lamp on the terrace clearly shines on his beautiful face, but it is like the iceberg with cold air on the dark sea. His usual indifference, like a sharp knife gently across Bo en's heart.

He saw Bo en's face clearly and his brow relaxed.

The night wind is blowing, blowing thin en's loose nightgown. Wave by wave, like a mistakenly fall into the world of the spirit, floating like an immortal.

At that moment, Bo en was very beautiful.

Especially in her eyes, that small humorous look, more like an arrow, strong into Bo Jiayan's heart, let people want to pity her.

But Bo Jiayan only looked at it coldly. He didn't even blink his eyes. He turned and entered the room, expressionless.

Bo en's heart fell suddenly. She closed her eyes, eyes hot, let her have to tightly embrace some of his cold body.

This iceberg seems to be more difficult to melt than it was five years ago.

Bo en slept until five o'clock and got up to change shifts.

The manor was quiet and almost silent. Bo en walked along the corridor, watching the bodyguards patrolling back and forth.

At this time, bochayan should sleep soundly.

Bo en paused in front of the door and was about to turn and leave when the door opened.

The four eyes are opposite, and Bo Jiayan's eyes are cold. He was still wearing a loose Nightgown, but he was not half sleepy, and he was full of energy.

Did he get up so early? She's only been sleeping for a few hours, and so must he. He's not used to foreign work and rest.

These concerns, but only in the heart. With Jaguars nearby, Bo en'en politely said and acted to Bo Jia: "good morning, your highness."

Bo Jiayan didn't say anything. He passed them with a cold wind. The duty of the bodyguard was to follow the master anytime and anywhere.

Bo en en and Jaguar naturally followed him, but Bo Jiayan stopped, but did not look back and said, "one person is enough."