Kiss You, Sweetheart

Although no longer have a close relationship with that person, but at least there are grandparents.

Along the way, I had a normal conversation with Qi shaoxun. Soon I arrived at the thin house. It was the same as it was four years ago, but the exterior walls were repainted and looked brand new.

"Here we are. Bye." Bo en en is about to get out of the car, but Qi shaoxun holds her hand. The worry in his eyes makes him look like a flustered child.

"En en, will you ignore me when you return home?"

"Don't you have so much confidence?" Bo en took out his hand and hit him on the back of his hand. "You're my brother, of course."

Man?

Qi shaoxun had no choice but to smile.

He opened the door and took out the luggage for Beaune. Bo en twists the box, bows to Qi shaoxun, turns and walks towards the gate of Bo's house.

In front of the gate of the iron flower, she stops and stares.

After all, she came back. Just everything, can't go back to the past.

Bo en en's fingers, some small trembling touch to the password, gently press the past few familiar numbers.

……

Bo, President's office, in front of a large French window, Bo Jiayan stands tall.

Four years, more and more calm, yingzi tall and straight, but also more and more cold, just standing there quietly, people dare not close for no reason.

There is only a small mouthful of red wine left in the glass. I don't know when there will be a row of wine racks in his office. Whenever a person is quiet in the office, he will habitually take a few drinks.

At first, it was a few mouthfuls, then a few cups, and then a few bottles.

Today, this is his third bottle of red wine. It's like drinking water. He can't get drunk. Next time, it looks like we'll have to change to another liquor.

Gazing at the prosperity of s city outside the window, Bo Jiayan poured the last mouthful of red wine into his mouth, slowly sliding his throat, and his expression was so cold that people did not dare to stare.

The door of the office was knocked gently.

"Come in." His voice was low and a little hoarse.

He didn't like talking any more, and felt that his vocal cords were degenerating.

The door was gently pushed open. The beautiful and hot president assistant slowly walked towards Bo Jiayan. When he was one meter away from him, he stopped and leaned slightly to his back: "Mr. Bo, the special plane is ready. Please go to the airport."

"Well." With a faint reply, Bocha turned slowly and walked towards the wine cupboard.

The assistant took a look at the empty wine rack and walked out in silence. Every two or three days, the president's wine cabinet needs to be replenished. It's a huge amount.

Bo Jiayan put down the wine glass, took off the coat hanging on the clothes shelf, put it on the bend of his arm, and walked out of the president's office coldly.

He is going to m country to talk about a very important cooperation project.

An hour later, in the VIP passage of the airport, Bo Jiayan looked down slightly and walked quietly. Behind him, followed by a group of staff to negotiate the project, the momentum is mighty.

He took the lead, like an unattainable king.

But no one knows that every time he walks in this VIP passage, he is full of physical and mental pain.

Four years ago, this passage sent away his favorite and never came back.

Every time I walk, my whole body is pierced by a sharp tool called "pain", and I am in agony.

Bochayan's face turned cold.

The stewardesses stood at the entrance of the cabin and saluted him respectfully.