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.

He hurried over in the early morning of the twilight years, and he had not been asleep all night, and his face was a little tired. The newly emerged stubble on his chin weakened his usual sharpness. As long as he didn't meet those black eyes, he would see more of his 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 held a cigarette in his hand that was smoking one-third of the 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 was a man in his late years. Although he felt that since Shen Chu had already spread out and said he didn't like him, he should give up, but Bo Wu was obviously aware of it later. He didn't know when the love arose, but when he knew it, he was already deeply in love.

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 to him for helping him."

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's twilight 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 are always just about whether you like it or not, not about coming first or later. Miss Shen may not be able to fall in love with you in the past, but in the future, your attitude towards Miss Shen can't continue like this..."

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