Deep spoiled I: The beloved of the Devil's Boss

Encounter can be designed, but not necessarily long.

Separation can also be designed, but not necessarily for a long time.

Even if it is a well-designed encounter, so what? If there is no chance, even if the encounter is just a shoulder rub.

Even if the fate of the tease mercilessly separated, so what, if fate, even if separated, will still see you again.

Even if I wipe you clean in my memory without leaving a trace, I will still think of you again and again in the dead of night

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You know what? If that person appears in your dream, it's because TA wants to see you.

It is the ninth day of December in another year. It is still a day of snowflakes. It is a full year and four months after jingjiajia left. Today is her 26th birthday.

On the day without jingjiajia, the sun still rises in the East and sets in the west, the moon is still hanging in the sky, it rains when it rains, it snows when it snows, and it's still windy when it's windy. Everything doesn't seem to have changed because of her departure. The day also needs to be lived in the end. However, a little different is that this year, Jinlan jusickle and Jingshi group merged and renamed Jingshi group. The chairman is jingjiajia, but bu Dongze is the acting chairman temporarily because she is not here.

Although the environment has not changed, people are changing, and they have changed a lot.

This year, Jing Niantian became very clever. He obediently went to and from class every day. Obediently, he went to bed after dark and got up at dawn. Obediently, he had three meals a day without falling down. He had breakfast, lunch and dinner. At the same time, this year, he almost stopped talking. It was very rare that he could sometimes say two words a day. There was no smile on his face. Even this year, he never shed a tear.

If this is called growth and strength, Jing Niantian would rather not. He would rather be the "naughty ghost" and "slug" in his mother's mouth. She would rather scold him to go to school every day.

Bu Dongze is also silent. Every time he smiles, he tries to squeeze out in front of his son. He paralyzes himself in the complicated work every day, hoping that he can not let himself think of her so much, but he finds that he is wrong. Even if the heavy work presses him down, he still can't do not think of her. Miss, almost destroyed his whole person. Even if he held his son in his arms every night, even if there were countless lilies in the room, he still couldn't sleep every night.

Thinking of her is like countless maggots drilling and eroding the bone marrow. He even shot his heart. In this way, everything is free. He can't imagine how he should spend the days and nights like nine years.

The lilies on the wall have taken on the simple charm of time. Like Bu Dongze, the Buddha has been waiting for thousands of years. The long time is enough to wash the miss of her white, but it makes her look more and more clear in his mind.

As usual, bu Dongze drove to school to pick up his son home after work. The car stood at the door of the school. Instead of coming down, he rolled down the window and quietly looked at the child who was walking out of the school step by step with his schoolbag in the snowflakes. There was no expression on his face. Maybe it was too cold, His face was frozen stiff.

It's time for snow to fly again. Gaga, where the hell are you? Today is your birthday. Sorry, I'm not ready for anything.

Looking at his son, he immediately came to the car. Bu Dongze pressed the button and the door opened slowly.

Jing Niantian just looked at Bu Dongze indifferently, threw his schoolbag in the car, sat down on the seat, then pulled up the door, fastened his seat belt and leaned his head against the window.

Bu Dongze rolled up the window and the car started slowly.

From beginning to end, their father and son didn't say a word. Bu Dongze quietly drove the car, Jing Niantian's head leaned against the glass, and his eyes stared at the outside, as if looking at the snowflakes that were about to fall.

There are a lot of pedestrians and vehicles on the road, all moving forward slowly like a snail. Bu Dongze is not in a hurry to go back. Without her at home, he can't go back. Even he thinks that if he doesn't have a son, he should still be in the company.

Halfway through the journey, bu Dongze finally opened his lips and sent out seven words from his throat, "today is the ninth day of December."

The car was still dead silent, and bu Dongze seemed to expect such a result, and he seemed to be just talking to himself. He didn't expect Jing Niantian to respond. He still looked quietly ahead and drove the car slowly.

After five minutes, Jing Niantian seemed to hear Bu Dongze's words. He turned his face and said a few words faintly, "today is mother's birthday." this was the first sentence he said today.

Seeing that his son finally spoke, bu Dongze finally flashed a smile on his face. He continued to ask, "what do you want to eat at night?"

Jing Niantian shook his head and didn't speak. It doesn't matter what he eats, and he has forgotten whether he likes sweet or salty.

"I ordered a cake. Would you like some?" Bu Dongze asked softly, turning his face.

Jing Nian Tian nodded and still didn't speak.

An hour's journey, from school to the door of the villa, bu Dongze said three words and Jing Niantian said one.

The car finally stopped and they got home, but in Bu Dongze's mind, this is no longer home. Only with her can there be a home. If she doesn't, it's not home.

Yanlv had already prepared dinner and stood at the door waiting for their father and son to come back. Taking care of their father and son seemed to have become his job this year. When he saw the car slowly entering the yard, he walked to the car with a smile.

"Come back."

He opened the door with a smile, habitually took Jing Niantian out of the car as before, and asked, "Niantian, how about class today?"

Jing Nian Tian nodded, which was an answer to Yan law. Yan law was already used to it. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Jing Nian Tian's head, turned his face and looked at Bu Dongze.

"Brother, I'm back. I've made dinner and brought back the cake."

Bu Dongze looked at Yan law, nodded, pushed open the door and got out of the car.

The food was served on the table, and the candles on the cake were lit. Yanlv looked at the father and son sitting at the table like a puppet. He sighed in his heart, but smiled and said, "brother, read God, you are all happy today. Today is Gaga's birthday. We should all be happy. Come on, let's blow out the candles, make a wish, and then have dinner. How about it?"

Yanlv finished, slightly opened his mouth and looked at the father and son who were still sitting motionless. His expression was quite embarrassing. Although he had been used to this for a long time, today is different. Today is a special day, Jiajia's 26th birthday.

"How about we blow out the candles first, make a wish, and then have dinner?" Yan law asked again. However, bu Dongze and his son still sat motionless at the table, staring at the tearful candle on the cake, and their hearts were crying like this candle.

"Brother, read heaven..."

Jing Niantian suddenly stood up. He pushed open his chair and ran upstairs. After a while, he ran down with Jing Jiajia's photo, carefully put the photo on the table between him and bu Dongze, and said his second sentence today, "Mom, today is your birthday. I wish mom a happy birthday. I know I should be happy too, but I can't be happy. Mom, I miss you. Will you come back?" tears suddenly fell down Jing Niantian's cheek, just like the candles on the cake, but the candles shed tears. There is a cake to support, and people shed tears. Who supports it?

Jingjiajia in the photo smiled so brightly, just like the sunshine in a sunny day, but the light could not warm the hearts of the three people, because their hearts were like the ice and snow outside.

Bu Dongze gently picked up the picture on the table, put it on his lips, kissed it, and said, "happy birthday, wife!"

Yan law closed his mouth tightly, took a deep breath, and his eyes became dense.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was a little awkward. It didn't seem like celebrating his birthday at all. Yanlv knew that if he was silent again, the candles would run out. He quickly wiped his eyes and said casually, "well, let's start making a wish, otherwise the candles would run out."

Bu Dongze put down the picture in his hand and looked at her smiling face again. He closed his eyes reluctantly. Once the Buddha's eyes were closed, he would never see her smiling face again.

No one knows what kind of wishes the three of them have made except themselves.

They no longer sat at the door and stared at the gate as they did last year. They were afraid of being disappointed again. Therefore, after dinner, they went back to their rooms and the curtain was completely pulled down one day.

Tonight, for the first time, Dongze closed his eyes and fell asleep in a few seconds. In his sleep, he finally dreamed of her for the first time in a year and four months——

She was still wearing that white Pajama with long hair. She stood in front of him, smiling like flowers, "husband, I miss you..."

He pursed his mouth, just smiled and didn't speak.

She stepped forward and put her hands around his waist. She looked up coquettishly. "Husband, why don't you talk?"

He was still silent, but his hands were around her waist.

She pretended to be angry, released her hand and looked away. "I hate it. You don't want to talk. Forget it. I won't tell you."

But after a while, seeing that he ignored her, she quietly twisted her face and saw that he was smiling brightly. Her raindrop like fist hit him on the chest. "Bu Dongze, you hate it. You always tease others and ignore you." she said so, but her hands were tightly around his waist again, and her little face was slightly rubbed against his chest.

"Husband, I really miss you..."

"Wife, I miss you too, very much, very much..."