Sitting alone on the terrace outside the bedroom, looking at the clear and clean sky, the night sky over the dark city is like a layer of ink-stained cloth, dotted with stars.

At noon, Fu Shengling's seemingly eloquent words were like a shadow permeating her entire fragile heart.

Thinking that Bo Qinghang might be "acting on orders", her whole heart felt like falling into an ice cave, and at this moment, all the little memories related to him came out, and it reminded her of the days when she was in Rose Village, when no one around him hugged her on the ridge and kissed her, hugged her, and pretended to be a big man and ordered her to do this and that.

Occasionally, a "you're stupid" would pop out of his mouth to hit her.

At that time, she thought that he was motivating her in this way, so she pouted and did it with joy.

Who would have thought that all this turned out to be so illusory?

Bo Qinghang opened the door and walked into the mansion, only to see the bright lights in the quiet living room, and there was no one.

He deliberately chatted and had fun with a few colleagues outside until the evening before coming over to accompany her.

I just want to spend a wonderful night and quiet time with her.

He put down his gray bag and went to the kitchen and the flower hall to take a look, but he didn't see the familiar figure.

"Kaoru-chan!"

As he walked to the master bedroom, he tried to call and pushed the door open and walked in, but there was no light on in the room, and it didn't seem to be in the bedroom.

Without finding the little girl, Bo Qinghang turned around and walked into the study with the lights on.

The floor lamp next to the desk was still on, and it looked like she had been in the study all day.

On the writing desk, there was also a long watercolor painting, he turned to look at this painting, in the orange light of the Rose Village, even in the hot summer, it seems to be able to feel the breeze is not dry, it is so tranquil and desirable.

Bo Qinghang smiled and muttered to himself: "Hmph, this girl's copying skills are still up to her hands." ”

It's just that the watercolor painting, which seems to be unfinished, is placed on the writing desk, but the owner is nowhere to be seen.

Coming out of the study, he thought that the little girl had gone downstairs to visit the convenience store outside the community, so he turned back to the master bedroom, turned on the light, and was about to go to the bathroom, when suddenly, he faintly heard the sound of sniffing.

The slender body standing by the door stiffened, and walked quickly to open the white curtain, and saw the small body curled up in the corner of the terrace.

"You're sitting alone on the terrace looking at the stars?" He walked out onto the terrace, his long, straight legs slowly crouching in front of her, curling her drooping cheeks.

Her cheeks were cold, and her wet eyelashes trembled in the light of the bedroom.

"What's wrong? A man sitting here mourning Bo Yixi? He suddenly raised her chin and forced her to look him in the eye as if in command.

Xia Hanxun slowly raised his eyes, and a pair of red eyes appeared in front of him without reservation.

At this moment, she didn't explain why she was like a pitiful little one who was not patronized at home, crying heartbroken.

I really want to ask in person whether the painful parting of the Bo family and his wife is true.

But it was clear that he had misunderstood, and the misunderstanding was deep.

"You really can't forget Bo Yixi." He let go of her wet little face, his voice plaintive.

The next second, he turned his face to look at the dark night sky.

Her face came to him at this moment, blinking her bright eyes: "Bo Qinghang." ”

"Let me ask you," her fair face was stained with tears, and she didn't have the pride of the eldest lady at all, and she didn't feel ashamed of what she was about to say, and asked in a hurry, "Are you approaching me because your parents feel that Bo Yixi is sorry for me and have to compensate me?" “

"What? What to compensate? ”

He didn't understand, not because the question she asked was ridiculous, but because she felt uncomfortable with the first time she called him by his full name.