This design was casually said seven years ago, when Wen Xin asked about Boqing.

At that time, I just watched Wen Xin keep making trouble, and asked Bo Qing what kind of house he wanted to live in the future.

In the end, Bo Qing had no choice but to tell Wen Xin some special architectural designs, and even drew sketches for her to see.

I thought it was just a coax to warm my heart, how could Bo Qing think that seven years later, he actually saw the building that he casually talked about and realized.

If he saw this building, Bo Qing still had doubts, and when he drove the car forward, he was already convinced that this was Wen Xin's home.

The hand holding the steering wheel tightened, and Bo Qing's heart was indifferent, I didn't know if it was counted, and I was lonely.

From his angle, he could clearly see that on the balcony on the second floor of the house, Wen Xin was sitting on a chair, as if reading a book.

Gong Yang sat opposite Wen Xin, holding a bowl in his hand, and it seemed that he had just finished feeding Wen Xin.

With a sneer, Bo Qing stepped on the accelerator on his foot, and the car rushed out, and the sound of the motor couldn't cover his heartbeat that accelerated because of anger, and he just wanted to leave this place immediately.

Affectionate, you are so stupid!

Do you think that Wen Xin is still the same seven years ago, the Wen Xin who wants you to coax and hurt everywhere?

Seven years have passed, and there are already others around her.

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Wen Xin lay on the bed for a day and a night, panicking, but Gong Yang refused to let her go out at all.

In the end, in desperation, after sleeping for a day, she had to apply to go to the balcony to sit.

Gong Yang had no choice, and followed Wen Xin to the balcony: "There is also a bowl of white porridge, drink it, be good." ”

"When I'm ready, you're going to take me to eat delicious food, eat the most expensive one!" So far, Gong Yang has forced her to drink three bowls of white porridge! Wen Xin swore that when he got better, he would definitely let Gong Yang take him to a big meal.

"No problem, as long as you drink the porridge and take the medicine, everything will be fine when you get better. ”

Gong Yang was naturally compromised, so Wen Xin had no choice but to be obedient and drank the third bowl of white porridge.

"I'll take the bowl down and wash it first, and you sit on the balcony by yourself?" I think it's better to go in." ”

Wen Xin nodded, signaling Gong Yang to hurry up: "I'll see through ......"

It's just that Gong Yang hadn't stood up yet, and Wen Xin's words hadn't finished yet, so she threw herself towards the railing and shouted: "Bo Qing!"

This move frightened Gong Yang a lot, and he didn't want the bowl anymore, so he immediately stopped his waist and hugged Wen Xin and pulled her back.

"Wen Xin, are you crazy, aren't you, aren't you afraid of falling? It's okay to fall to death on the second floor, but if you don't die, you will have a broken hand and foot, I see what you do!"

Although Gong Yang yelled at her, Wen Xin's eyes were still firmly looking at a place, and he refused to take his eyes off: "I just saw it, the silver Asma Dington, it's Boqing, it's him!"

Why did he appear here? She lived in such a remote place, and if she hadn't come here on purpose, or if she had lived here in the first place, few people would have passed by at all.

Could it be that he came to see himself?

"Are you mistaken?" Gong Yang looked at the place where Wen Xin was looking, but he didn't see anything.

Frowning, Gong Yang was very unwilling in his heart: Wen Xin, is it true that you only have a thin affection in your heart?

"Maybe. Wen Xin smiled bitterly, broke Gong Yang's hand holding him, turned around and walked into the house.

But she knew very well in her heart that she had never seen it just now, it was a car with affection, parked not far from her home.

If it is said that the first time she was on Yinhua Tower, Wen Xin was wrong, but when she confirmed it with her own eyes, she would definitely not be wrong when she saw Bo Qing again, and she would never be wrong in this life.

Therefore, Wen Xin dares to guarantee that he was absolutely not wrong just now.

The car that flashed outside his house was the Asmatic Dington of the Thin Love.

What the hell is he here for?

"I'm going to wash the dishes first. Looking at Wen Xin, who was in a daze, Gong Yang didn't say anything more, but took the bowl and walked straight downstairs.

Taking advantage of this gap, after thinking about it, Wen Xin finally picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Lan Ling: Help me find President Bo's private phone number and send it to me.

After a while, Lan Ling replied to her with a message: Miss Wen, will this task be a little too difficult?

Wen Xin never replied to Lan Ling, because she knew that no matter how difficult things were, Lan Ling would definitely be able to complete them. Otherwise, she would not let Lan Ling firmly sit in the position of assistant to the president.

Sure enough, just when Wen Xin was almost asleep, Lan Ling sent a string of phone numbers. With a sentence: After a lot of hard work, the task is finally completed, and the boss asks for acceptance.

Looking at that string of numbers, Wen Xin immediately woke up, and he was completely sleepy.

stared at the string of numbers on the phone, and was thinking about whether to dial the phone.

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After Bo Qing left that residential area, I don't know why, but it became more and more difficult to calm down.

In the distance, I saw a garbage can on the side of the road, and Bo Qing stepped on the brake suddenly, and the car made a screeching sound, and it was accurately parked not far from the garbage can.

Holding the stack of document bags placed on the co-pilot, he got out of the car with affection.

After getting out of the car, he took out the papers in the file bag, one after the other, and shredded them.

Threw it in the trash without hesitation.

After doing these things, Bo Qing leaned on his car and lit a cigarette.

Looking up at the sunset sky, the emotions in my heart are indescribable.

How many times have they looked at the same sky, head to shoulder?

How many times did he think of her, alone, when the sun was setting?

Bo Qing, how many days and nights have you been telling yourself that as long as you come back, let yourself not see Wen Xin, don't think about her cheaply, and treat everything seven years ago as a bubble.

Obviously, I thought about it like this, but why, when I saw Wen Xin, I still couldn't suppress the emotions that surged up in my heart?

In this way, the last person who will be injured will only be himself.