Bo Munian glanced at the nurse and shook his head: "I've gone wrong."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The nurse looked at his back and wanted to ask who he was looking for, but before he could say anything, the man turned into the stairs.

The nurse shrugged and said to herself: "He looks pretty handsome, but he is weird."

Bo Wunian walked down the stairs on the seventh floor again, and there was still snow outside, but it was much less snow than when he was on the high-speed rail.

He came out of the inpatient department and walked straight to the lawn of the hospital. There was a bench, and he just sat down.

The cell phone inside his coat pocket was vibrating. He took it out and took a look. When he saw the caller ID, Bo Wunian directly pinched the phone.

He took out his cigarette, lowered his head and lit it, and sat there smoking as if no one was there.

The twilight years rushed over in the early morning, and I couldn't sleep all night, and my face was a little tired. The newly emerged stubble on my chin weakened a little bit of his usual sharpness. As long as I didn't meet those black eyes, I could see more

It is loneliness.

Passersby saw it and thought he had encountered something difficult.

But this is a hospital. If a man can do this, it is either money or life or death.

They were powerless to do these two things, and there was nothing else to do except sigh that survival was difficult.

Lin Chaoyang bought breakfast and found Bo Wunian. There were a lot of snowflakes on his body, and his hair was covered with whiteness. He sat on the bench and grabbed a piece of it in his hand and sucked one-third of it.

cigarette.

"Mr. Bo?"

Lin Chaoyang didn't dare to admit that this was Bo Wunian, but the coat he wore was customized, and there were few of them in the same style or the same style.

It was not until he got closer that Lin Chaoyang discovered that the person sitting here for no reason was in his late years.

He quickly put the umbrella on his twilight head and carefully tested: "Ms. Shen, haven't she woken up?"

"woke up."

Bo Wunian took another breath of cigarette and looked at Lin Chaoyang coldly.

When Lin Chaoyang heard what he said, he could guess why Bo Wunian sat here.

In fact, the news he received last night was not only that something happened to Shen Chu, but also that Fu Yan rode a horse into the mountains to find someone in order to save Shen Chu.

But he knew Bo's old age too well, and Lin Chaoyang didn't dare to say this at all. He only dared to report Shen Chu's news along the way.

In my twilight years, I saw something heartbreaking.

Lin Chaoyang is a man in his late years. Although he thinks that since Shen Chu has spread out and said he doesn't like him, he should give up. But Bo Wunian is obviously aware of it. He doesn't know when love arises, but when he knows it, he already has love.

Deep.

He looked over all the way and felt a little reluctant: "Mr. Bo, Miss Shen was trapped in the mountain last night, and was rescued by Mr. Fu. She was a little nicer to Mr. Fu, and perhaps she was just grateful for his life-saving feelings.

”

Hearing his words, Bo Wunian's hands holding cigarettes trembled.

Didn’t Lin Chaoyang tell him from the side that he was not only late, but also useless?

After following Bo for so many years, why didn't Lin Chaoyang know what he was thinking? "Although you did lose the opportunity to show off in front of Miss Shen last night, the relationship matters have always been about whether you like it or not, not a problem of coming first and then coming.

.Ms. Shen may not be able to fall in love with you in the past. But just, your attitude towards Miss Shen can't continue like this..."

Bo Munian raised his eyes and glanced at him: "So what?"
Chapter completed!