The words that followed were hesitant and difficult to speak.
Bo Xilang saw what she wanted to say and said politely:
"I know it was Lan Jiao who asked you to come down, and she also asked you to convince me to leave and not to get involved with her again."
"Please tell her, why can a man be forgiven after cheating, but not a woman after she makes a mistake?"
"Linda and I had a child together, and I didn't feel that we couldn't save it together."
"Unless...she really didn't love me at all and only loved Uncle Jiu from beginning to end, then I won't force it."
"Tell her that tomorrow I am going to country H for a business trip. There are reefs and waters there that she wants to see most. I will be waiting for her at the airport from ten to eleven in the morning, hoping she will come."
After saying this, Bo Xilang left.
He knew that Lan Jiao was a smart person and it would be useless to talk too much.
Fu Xixi sighed helplessly, turned around, and went upstairs.
Seeing Lan Jiao hiding at the corner of the corridor, she said, "You have heard it. Let's think carefully about whether to go or not tonight."
Lan Jiao nodded lightly, returned to bed with a heavy heart, closed her eyes and fell asleep, but thousands of thoughts were floating in her mind.
It is impossible not to have any thoughts about Bo Xilang.
He was also her first man, and she was attracted to him and liked her at first, but at that time she knew very well that he had no real power in the Bo family, and she also knew that he was just using her as a plaything, a pawn to fight against Bo Zhanye, so she
Take back all your thoughts and just treat him as a recreational activity.
Later, when she saw that he liked Fu Xixi, she was jealous, concerned and sad.
If I feel a kind of heartbeat, obsession, and unwillingness towards Bo Zhanye, then I think I have a little hidden love for him in my heart.
But...there are so many mistakes between them, can they really still be together?
This night is destined to be a sleepless night.
the next day.
Lan Jiao was absent-minded all morning, and Fu Xixi was also absent-minded.
Like watching a drama, she was very curious whether Lan Jiao would go to the date and whether the two would be together.
There are many mistakes and regrets between the two of them. It would be great if they could make up for the regrets.
Unfortunately, until half past ten, Lan Jiao had no urge to get up. She was helpless and speechless...
On the other side, the airport.
In the waiting room, he was wearing a black khaki suit with dark patterns, looking polite, calm and elegant.
Several wealthy ladies on the same flight stared at him, and some took the initiative to say hello, but he never paid attention to them, and the assistant around him also drove them away.
And his eyes were fixed on the mobile phone and the watch on his wrist from beginning to end, without ever shifting.
Ten forty.
It's only twenty minutes, will she come?
Seeing that he was too affectionate and solemn, the assistant comforted him: "Master Bo, actually Miss Lanjiao won't come. You already knew that, so you shouldn't have high expectations."
"The more you expect, the more you will be disappointed."
"I still think you should take care of the work at hand first, and then slowly develop a relationship with Miss Lanjiao after returning to China. Anyway, Miss Lanjiao will not be with others now, and the future is long."
Bo Xilang said nothing.
He once thought about Lan Jiao that the future would be long.
In the future, if Uncle Jiu doesn't like her, she will find him by her side.
One day when she is completely sad, she will realize how good he is to her.
The days are long, but he can always warm her heart.
It's just that there is so much time to come and the gradual progress has caused them to miss so much and hurt them so much...
He no longer wants to come to Japan anymore.
I just hope that she will like him a little bit, come to him, and they can make up for the regrets together and start over.
'Ta, tap, tap...' The clock on the wrist beats every second, and time flows and disappears minute by minute.
The air was still quiet, without the sound of powerful and delicate high-heeled shoes.
Bo Xilang's complexion became darker and darker, and the light in his eyes became darker and darker.