It became popular after opening business with the former captain [entertainment circle]

In the dead of night, Teacher Bo's calm voice suddenly appeared strange and scary through the current.

"Bo, Teacher Bo, I'm sorry!" Tang Ze subconsciously apologized on the other end of the phone. He paused for a few seconds before remembering Jiang Yi's current situation. He summoned up his courage and asked, "Yao Ningning and I are near the hospital now. I, we can go together. Do you have a look at Xiaoyi?"

Bo Yan didn't answer.

His eyes fell on the young man sitting on the bedside, with a snow-white slapped face, long and dense eyelashes drooping, like a butterfly flapping its wings restlessly in a violent storm.

Delicate, beautiful and fragile little butterfly.

"Ms. Bo? Are you there, Mr. Bo?" Tang Ze couldn't help urging him after waiting for a long time, getting more urgent.

He lightly tapped the tip of the small nose with his fingers, then pinched the thin and pointed chin again, forcing the kitten to raise his face to meet his gaze.

The pitch-black eyes were bottomless, and the corners of the red lips were rubbed with calloused thumbs, Bo Yan finally said in a low voice: "Someone wants to see you, do you want to see them?"

After all, she held the phone and put it to his ear.

"Hey Xiaoyi? Don't worry—you send me the address, and Ningning and I will visit you right away!"

Under the man's gaze, Jiang Yi slowly shook her head.

"Thank you for your kindness, but it's too late now, you go back first." Qinglingling's voice sounded the same as usual, "I'm fine here, and I'll be back in Dachang on time in three days to prepare for the final with you."

"No! Xiaoyi, listen to me—"

After a few beeps, Bo Yan mercilessly hung up the phone.

The phone was thrown aside, he knelt on one knee and climbed onto the bed, approaching the young man on the bed a little bit, "What did he tell you?"

Jiang Yi neither evaded nor concealed, "I said something about you."

The dark eyes narrowed, and the low and deep voice was a little imperceptibly tense, "What are you talking about me?"

"What do you have for others to say?" Jiang Yi asked him back.

"Then it seems..." Bo Yan tried his best to suppress the storm in his eyes, "It must not be a good word."

Jiang Yi didn't say a word, and her eyelashes drooped unconsciously like a crow's feathers.

But this action gave the man a great illusion, he clenched his back molars tightly, and asked with difficulty: "You...are you afraid of me?"

In fact, he should have guessed it.

The little cat looked at him, and the excited words came from the phone, everything pointed to a bad signal.

There is no impenetrable wall in this world, but he has always covered this wall tightly, not wanting Jiang Yi to see any filth.

In the suffocating silence, Jiang Yi slowly raised her eyelids, "What am I afraid of you?"

He raised his finger and picked the man's chin, "Isn't it...are you afraid?"

Bo Yan was stunned.

Weiliang's fingers started from the tense arm, squeezed the muscle as hard as a stone inch by inch, and came to the stiff back, stroking his back and forth like he had done countless times.

The man clenched his cheeks and twitched slightly, "Yaoer——"

In the next second, the comforting hand turned to wrap his arms around his broad shoulders, and Jiang Yi raised his upper body slightly, hugging him firmly.

Bo Yan suffocated for breath, and for a moment it seemed that even the sound of his heartbeat stopped.

The pointed chin rested on his neck, and the milk-scented breath brushed against his skin. The kitten hugged him intimately and said, "I'm not afraid of you at all, brother Bo Yan."

No matter what you do, no matter how terrible you are in other people's mouth, you will not change in my heart.

You would rather bleed yourself than let me hurt anyone, so why should I be afraid of you?

As if the dead wood was suddenly infused with fresh blood, Bo Yan hugged the person in his arms tightly with his backhand, with such strength that he seemed to want to rub the person into his own flesh and blood, but soon loosened his strength again, cautiously not to hurt the person he loved the most. The doll is broken.

After a long while, his little butterfly asked him lightly and solemnly, "So, you can tell me those things yourself, okay?"

Putting the back of his swollen head with his big hot palm, Bo Yan pressed the person against his chest, feeling the "thumping" heartbeat, his eyes became distant and confused, "Where should I start..."

From the time Bo Yan could remember, that cold villa imprisoned him like a huge cage.

The mother personally prepared a sumptuous meal for him every day after school, and then the two of them sat at the table and waited for Bo Chenghuai to come home.

But they almost never wait for that man.

Mother would tirelessly heat up the meals over and over again, and kept reassuring him that Dad would be back soon, but she often waited from evening to late at night, and there were only the two of them in the big villa.

For the mother and son, Bo Chenghuai's return home was a charity, a gift, and the occasional whim of the emperor.

Most of the time, his mother loves him very much and takes care of his life in an orderly manner, but sometimes she loses her temper for no reason when she sees him.

Until Bo Chenghuai was found raising women outside, until Bo Yan grew bigger and more like him.

Mother finally went crazy.

"During that time, when she was sober, she would hold me and cry and say sorry, and when she was not sober, she would treat me as Bo Chenghuai, asking me hysterically why I did this to her, and even took a knife to die with me." Bo Yan hugged Looking at her beloved little butterfly, she lifted the dusty scars with a very low voice, revealing the bloody wounds for the first time.

"The nanny couldn't bear it and secretly reported it to Bo Chenghuai, so he sent me back to the old house by force, and lived with grandpa and the others for a period of time."

At the age of 15, Bo Yan didn't know that the farewell that time was a farewell forever.

When he saw his mother again, there was only a black and white posthumous photo in front of the mourning hall.

Mother committed|suicide.The nanny said she had cut her artery with a knife, and blood sprayed the entire bedroom like a rain of silent grief.

Bo Chenghuai hurriedly cremated the body without even letting him see it.

"If" his voice was hoarse, but still unable to hide the pain and choked up, Bo Yan continued intermittently: "If I had known and known that it would be like this, I would never, never leave her"

The man has always been as straight as a pine, with his back bent down, like a wounded beast, silently sobbing and digesting all the pain in his heart.

The end of the eyes became red, and the water vapor filled the eye sockets, and they were shaking. Jiang Yi could only keep patting the shoulder of the man 30340, and repeated: "It's not your fault, it's not your fault brother."

After the funeral, Mr. Bo took Bo Yan to his side and spent a period of peaceful life.

Then, just before his birthday, Bo Chenghuai brought back his illegitimate son whom he had raised outside for 20 years.

At that moment, Bo Yan's hatred and killing intent towards him reached an unprecedented peak.

He ran out with a card all over his body. When he was looking around in a daze on the street, he was discovered by a scout from Jumei Times. He joined an entertainment company and became a trainee.

That year when Bo Yan disappeared, the entire Bo family was in turmoil.

The old man Bo was even more furious, and bluntly said that as long as he was around for a day, he would never enter the gate of Bo's house if he didn't clean his things.Other old men can turn a blind eye, but this one who loves his grandson the most, no one can make him feel wronged.

Bo Yan regained his composure, and buried his face in Wennuanxinxiang's neck, "At that time, I was just trying to escape, I was afraid that I would not be able to resist looking for Bo Chenghuai desperately, so I wanted to find a place to hide first, and let Grandpa heal me by the way." Yizhi Bo Chenghuai. But who knows, I met you there."

No one understands how the young Jiang Yi existed at that time.

At the first glance, he found that the fried-haired little wild cat actually seemed to be injured.He is so beautiful and sharp, yet so lonely and fragile, but the amber pupils are full of pure and intense light that can burn everything.

"You are my light." Bo Yan raised his face, and piously kissed his cheeks soaked with tears, "I can't lose the light, and I can't pull the light into the darkness."

Everyone in the Bo family thought he was just a whim. After all, how could the second young master of the Bo family wrong him to stay in such a small place?

So two years later, when Bo Yan made his debut smoothly, Bo Chenghuai realized that his son had completely escaped his control.

"The rest is almost the same as you know. Those people took photos of us together, and anonymously found a paparazzi to threaten me to quit the team. I wanted to take you away on impulse, but I ran into Chen Ziyuan on the way. There was a small car accident." When mentioning the most painful memory, Bo Yan downplayed it, "Bo Chenghuai took the opportunity to take me away and control him. He threatened me with you, so I can only pretend to obey."

Facing his mother-killing enemy, he has never been able to hide his hatred.But in order for his beloved Little Butterfly to stay on the stage, and for him to hold people in his arms for a long time in the future, he chooses to endure.

Enduring endlessly, until Bo Chenghuai thought he had changed his mind, endured until he returned from abroad smoothly, endured until everything was ready and only owed Dongfeng, and then drove that arrogant and conceited man into the abyss of eternal doom.

"I lost everything overnight, and Bo Cheng was so angry that he suffered a stroke and became paralyzed, and became a cripple. I kindly sent him to the hospital to take care of him, so I did him a favor?" Bo Yan's tone became cold, and his eyes touched the sweetheart in his arms. At that time, it became soft again, "I'm sorry it took so long. But from now on, no one can stop me from doing anything."

Jiang Yi looked back at him, her clear and bright eyes were filled with tears, and even her curled eyelashes were wet with moisture.

In just a few minutes of narrative, it is said that more than 20 years of extremely miserable life.

Whether it was five years ago or five years later, Bo Yan was always active, powerful, upright and even omnipotent in front of him.

He shared the happiness with him, took all the sufferings by himself, climbed out of the hell full of knives and seas of fire, and smiled easily and said to him, this time I will never let you alone again.

"Don't cry, be careful." Bo Yan held up the pear blossom's rainy face, kissed the tearful eyes with his hot lips, and pressed his forehead to his forehead, nose to nose, and complained in a pitiful and sad tone: "I'm listening The guy on the phone said I was crazy."

The trembling lips moved slightly, Jiang Yi wanted to say something, but was soon interrupted.

"That's right, I'm a lunatic." Bo Yan rubbed against him affectionately, but his tone was as dangerous as a devil whispered, "Then do you want a lunatic to love you?"

Jiang Yi closed her eyes, raised her face like a sacrificial offering, her cold and wet lips touched the hot thin lips in front of her eyes.

"I want you."

No matter the world or hell, I only want you.