Crying

When she was a child, a straight seedling grew into a crooked tree, ah!

Bo En'en slowly got into the car, and Bo Jiayan started the car with a cold face.

The car is full of air, and with his iceberg, it is really cold.

The atmosphere was dignified for a while, like a lead cloud pressed above his head, which made Bo En'en a little restless.

She took the initiative to say.

"Uncle, this is not the way to the airport."

"No plane."

"What are you sitting on?"

Bo Jiayan was silent, as if he thought his niece problem was stupid.

Bo En'en curled her lips, why did her uncle look down on people?

That's right. This only takes 2 hours to return to S City by plane. But you have to drive back for more than ten hours.

So little uncle going driving back!

The car continued to be silent, and the temperature continued to low.

Bo En'en is so lively so she can't stand the cold. She twists around like a long needle under her buttocks and feels uncomfortable all over.

But Bo Jiayan regarded her as a transparent person, driving with a cold face and no squinting.

Finally, Bo Enen couldn't help glancing. He leaned on the chair and looked at Bo Jiayan in a low voice.

"Little Uncle, do you hate me?"

"No."

"Do you think I'm bad girl?"

"No."

"Then why'd you ignore me?"

Bo Jiayan did not answer, refusing to be cold for thousands of miles.

This dull man obviously hates her and doesn't even want to talk to her.

Everyone thinks she is an unruly bad girl.

The grandma and grandpa who love her the most are no longer there, and her biological parents have also passed away.

Who will love her?

Who will understand that her little wildness is not bad, but a little rebellion that every child will experience in adolescence.

There is no one!

Then what else does she do?

A tear flashed in Bo En'en eyes, and she looked out of the window. She rubbed off her sandals with her feet and put her legs on the dashboard.

Although the trousers are on the knees, Bo En'en calves are also dazzlingly white, straight, slender and beautiful.

This action finally attracted Bo Jiayan attention. His eyes were like ice, and he shot over, and his tone was cold.

"Put it down."

Bo En'en didn't move.

"It's so comfortable."

"Well, you are a girl!"

Bo En'en raised a sneer at the corners of her mouth and deliberately straightened her chest to Bo Jiayan, with a stubborn tone.

"Your attitude are obvious." Bo En'en said.

She doesn't want to talk about it anymore. Bo En'en withdrew her eyes from him, as she a little disappointed.

When she was six years old, the little uncle who held her in his arms and protected her well in past was gone.

The little uncle beside her was a strange man and iceberg.

Bo En'en remembered his love for her when she was a child and she would remembered her life, which he saved. She also remembered that they were all surnamed Bo and relatives of the same line, so they were a little indulgent in front of her, but the result made she feel unbearable.

Bo En'en felt a slight pain in her heart. She put down her legs, leaned her body, and lay facing the window.

A tear slipped from the corners of her eyes.

She gently wiped it with her fingers and glanced at the sound, not wanting to let people know that she was crying.

She never cries in front of people.

A little girl without parents, that are crying no one going to care.

Her nose was sore, and Bo En'en closed her eyes.

Suddenly, she didn't want to go back to Bo mansion.