My Guardian Mr Bo

Since then, and Anjia, no more involved!

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The woods on both sides of the road outside the car window still made a clattering sound, just as they did when they came, but now the difference is that she finally returned, and the person driving next to her is the uncle.

An Ge'er leaned on the co-pilot and looked out the window. The window was ajar, the wind was blowing in slowly, and her hair was a little messy in front of her.

The eye sockets are still a little red, but the moist inside is dry by the wind.

Holding the black jewelry box in his hand, he said nothing.

The air is flowing quietly.

The car drove out of the road, one side of the road was the woods, and the other side was the sky full of mountains and seas, at the end of the road.

The car slowed down unconsciously, and finally stopped by the side of the road.

Seeing the car stopped, An Geer turned her head to look at him.

But he was looking at him.

Bo Yan looked at her beautiful but messy appearance, and his heart felt no more pain.

An Ge'er didn't speak either, just about to withdraw his sight, but the next second, he suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled her over, and hugged her in his arms.

The slender palms also kept stroking her hair, and a dull but pitying voice came, "Good, nothing, everything will be fine."

An Ge'er was held in his arms like that, holding the black box in one hand, but in the other hand he couldn't help but clenched his chest tightly, with a small face buried in his chest, hearing his words, felt him After her soothing, her nose suddenly became sour again.

The eyes were swollen and swollen, and hot tears overflowed.

In fact, this happens when there are many people.

I think I can calm everything down, and when I think I can bear it, a comfort from others instantly breaks me down, unable to restrain the sorrow and pain in my heart.

Recklessly spread in the bottom of my heart.

Most of the reason for An Ge'er's pain was not that she had severed her relationship with An Jia, but that she thought that she had the mother she was expecting, but she would never be able to see her.

Not even a photo of myself.

There is no impression of her in her memory.

Could it be that when she was five years old, she didn't have any... memories of her?

An Ge'er held the box tightly in his hand, and on the back of his white and thin hand, there were cyan veins hidden in his chest, sobbing quietly in his chest, and his shoulders trembling slightly.

Bo Yan stroked her hair lightly, looking at her depressed appearance at this time, completely distressed.

The jaw pressed against her forehead, and gently soothed, "Hey, with me, I will always be there."

If, at that time, the eleven or twelve-year-old self had not noticed the five- or six-year-old her in that afternoon, they might not have an intersection in the rest of their lives.

If that's the case, Bo Yan is also hard to imagine.

She is a thin and weak little girl, how hard it will be to live in this world.

"Uncle... Am I going to be an orphan in the future?" Her voice was choked with a nasal voice and asked.

An Ge'er didn't dare to imagine how lonely and helpless she would be without him.

Upon hearing this, Bo Yan asked her to raise her head, holding her small face, while wiping her tears, while whispering, "Nonsense, how can there be an orphan like you?"

How could she be an orphan.

She still has relatives in this world, relatives who are still alive.

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