Kiss You, Sweetheart

Killer's feeling is sensitive, even though across a door, he also felt Qi shaoxun body cold evil dangerous gas field.

Just as Qi shaoxun knew that there was a man in Ciwo, he just didn't expose him.

Bo en stood quietly on the balcony, looking at the city under the night, with a slight sadness.

She doesn't love Qi shaoxun, but it doesn't mean that she has no other feelings for a person who has been with her for several years.

That four years, no mo Chong, he accompanied her through.

Now, Mo Chong came back, but Qi shaoxun left again.

Life, perhaps, is like this, it is difficult to get the best of both worlds, there are gains and losses, not greedy.

She heard the footsteps behind her, and knew that Mo Chong was coming. She wiped the wet tears on her face, turned around and laughed at Mo Chong, pretending to be relaxed: "come on, let's continue."

Mo Chong looked at her, did not speak, forced smile expression is too obvious.

Bo en sat down on the sofa again, twisted up the wine bottle, drank it in front of his mouth, and soon finished one bottle.

Don't rush but don't move.

"Drink, brother Chong." Bo en took him to sit down, "come on, tell me how you have been living these years, how can you lose your memory?"

As she said, she picked up the bottle opener and was ready to open the beer. Mo Chong held her hand: "OK, don't drink."

Bo en waved his hand and continued to drink: "if you are a man, you can drink with me. Mo Chong, no matter what I do, as long as it's my request, you will accompany me without any conditions. Now, can't we? "

Staring at Bo en for a few seconds, Mo Chong resolutely twisted up the wine bottle and clinked a glass with her: "well, drink."

Bo en twisted the bottle and took a hard drink. He put his hand on Mo Chong's shoulder with a smile, but his nose was sour: "Mo Chong, you are really back."

……

Bo en didn't buy a few bottles of wine, but she drank them all. This wine can't make her drunk. But she was in a bad mood. After these bottles of wine, she was drunk. Don't rush to help her to bed.

"Mo Chong, you don't, don't go..." In a trance, she took Mo Chong's hand.

Mo Chong didn't speak and let her pull for a while. After Bo en whispered this sentence, he fell asleep completely. Small hand in Mo Chong's wrist slide down, gently fell on the bed.

Sleeping Bo en en, a trace of quiet expression, like a baby, people cherish.

Mo Chong low coagulation for a while, stretched out his hand to pull the quilt to cover Bo en, turned off the bedside light.

He stood at the door of the bedroom, looked at Bo en and closed the door gently.

So far, he didn't say anything about borrowing money.

In recent years, nothing has been out of his control, only this time

He can't get off track!

Mo Chong goes to the kitchen and takes the dried clothes from the washing machine to change them.

……

There was a strange silence in the room. Bo en opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling for a while, and suddenly sat up.

Don't rush!

Bo en didn't change her clothes. She must have been drunk. Don't rush to help her to bed.

She thought of Qi shaoxun's departure again, and was in a low mood.

His head was still slightly dazzled. Bo en sat on the bed for a while before picking up his mobile phone.

At twelve o'clock, a message came from bochayan.

Good night, baby. I'll pick you up in the morning.

He was afraid that she was asleep, so he sent a text message.

There was a little warmth in Bo en's heart