Jingnian's eyes flickered, neither admitting nor denying.

She likes that Bo Qianshen is never a secret, but that night, she decided to make it her... and his secret.

Su Yixue frowned and persuaded like an elder sister, "Every year, before, you liked Bo Qianqian because he was excellent, but now he is crippled, and not just crippled..."

Jing Nian suddenly put his legs on the ground and sat up.

Unhappy looking at Su Yixue, "Sister Yixue, how can you be as cheesy as those people?"

“……”

Su Yixue was choked on by her for a while.

Jing Nian's small face coldly, she never concealed her emotions, let people see all the thoughts at a glance, "I like him when Bo Qianshen is the best, not like his excellent, I like him."

"On the contrary, he is crippled now, and I still like it."

After eating jelly at Su Yixue's house and watching the movie, Jingnian returned home.

Back home, after taking a shower, it's more than ten o'clock.

She put a face mask on the single sofa in the bedroom and tipped Bo Qianshen to send a message.

[What gift do you want for your birthday this year? 】

Looking at the message he sent, Jingnian's eyes were full of smiles.

The happiest thing for her is the birthday of Bo Qianshen.

It is also the most romantic Qixi Festival.

Twenty minutes later, Jing Nian washed his face, smeared the milk, and the phone was quiet as a chicken.

She pouted, picked up her phone and continued to send messages.

[You don’t say, then I’ll just give it away, and I don’t need a precious birthday gift for my birthday. Just write nine sentences to me: Happy birthday every year! Write it yourself. 】

After this message was sent, she no longer waited for Bo Qianshen to return to her message, tossed her phone aside, and fell asleep.

……

Water Pavilion.

Master bedroom on the second floor.

Bo Qianshen came out of the bathroom, and the mobile phone charging on the bedside table was ringing.

He squinted, took the towel off his head, walked over and unplugged it, put the charging cable in the drawer, and then picked up the phone.

The phone call came from Bo Yan.

This is the second time.

The long finger with distinct knuckles pressed the answer key, and his voice was low, "What's the matter?"

"Master, I got the news just now that someone is investigating you in country C."

Country C is where Bo Qianshen lived for eight years.

Bo Qian glanced over a trace of coldness, and walked up to the sofa to sit down, leaned forward and leaned back into the sofa, his long legs stretched out at will.

"Do you know who the other person is?"

"32 degrees north latitude..."

Bo Yan made it very detailed. 32 degrees north latitude is a detective organization, which has only appeared in recent years.

Bo Qian listened lazily, and the lines of Qingjun's facial features glowed thinly under the crystal light.

Throwing the mobile phone casually on the coffee table with a deep squint, "Since someone is interested in my eight-year life, give them what they want."

He hooked his lips coldly, his cold voice wrapped in a cold signal.

On the other end of the phone, Bo Yan agreed to the instructions, "Master, I know."

"Is there any news in Sijiu City?"

Bo Qianshen leaned back on the sofa and sat upright, reaching for the cigarette on the table and pulling out a lit.

After taking two breaths, he exhaled a bunch of smoke rings gracefully.

The thin smoke rose up, isolating his delicate facial features.

"There is no news yet, Master, do you want Bosanbosi to come back first?"

Bo San and Bo Si have gone to Sijiu City for some days.

"No, let them continue to stay there and pay attention to the trend of the Feng family."

Bo Qian's eyes narrowed sharply and sharply, with a cold chill, like a sword that had been suddenly sheathed for years.

Three years.

Nian Zheng disappeared without a trace.

Saying that it has nothing to do with Fengjia, he doesn't even believe in punctuation.

Bo Yan said on the phone, "Yes."

After a few more reports, the call ended.

Bo Qianshen didn't take a few sips of the smoke between his fingers, and most of the rest, he wiped it out in the ashtray on the coffee table.

Long pointing to open the WeChat interface, the information of Jingnian appears on the screen.

He looked at the self-questioning mode that she hadn't changed for ten years, and her beautiful eyebrows were wrinkled.

Before he went abroad for eight years, Jingnian gave seven years of colorful birthday gifts, especially many.

What she said she had thought about in 365 days was ready.

And more and more each year, the birthday gift she gave last year, the small truck pulled a box.

Whether he wants it or not.

She really gave it away casually.

Last year, he didn't receive her gift on his birthday, he thought, she finally gave up.

But never thought that she appeared before him late at night.