Adorable baby strikes: President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

When Bai Yue arrived at Bo Ye's villa half an hour later, he kicked open the door, rushed in and choked at Bo Ye's people, "Are you crazy! You don't want to die, do you!"

Bo Ye suddenly opened his eyes, "It's not dead."

"The smell of alcohol is so strong..." Bai Yue clicked his tongue fiercely, "I've been telling you for a while now, ask me to do a review and I'll do a review, why did you procrastinate?"

Bo Ye's eyes narrowed, his face was cold and evil, probably because he lost everything in his eyes, so he looked more indifferent and fearless, he opened a slit of his eyes, and sneered, "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you courting death?"

Bai Yue grabbed Bo Ye's collar severely, "Get up, what happened?"

Bo Ye said to Bai Yue, "I might be like you."

"Like me?" Bai Yue was taken aback, "Damn it, do you like men?"

"Fuck off!"

Bo Ye stretched out his hand and pushed Bai Yue away, the smell of alcohol on his body spread to Bai Yue's nose again, and Bai Yue brushed his hair, "It's rare to see you like this."

"I say."

Bo Ye took a deep breath, and the stagnation in his chest could not be relieved, "I said, in terms of Tang poetry, I may have the same position as you and Jiang Ling."

Bai Yue stood there in a daze for a few seconds, and then said, "Ah... unrequited love?"

Bo Ye felt like he was going to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Bai Yue lowered his head and glanced at Bo Ye, then sighed, "Why force it? When you put so many hopes on Tang Shi and you can't take them back, these hopes will become... the despair that overwhelms you. But Bo Ye, can you blame Tang Shi? From beginning to end, Tang Shi never forced you to do anything."

Bo Ye covered his face, gasping for breath and laughing, "Why, do you want to say I'm a bitch?"

"There are some things that I don't need to say outright."

Bai Yue patted Bo Ye's shoulder, "When you pin your desire to live on someone...you have to be prepared, one day, you will die because of this person."

When you want something too eagerly, you have to bear the hope that comes at the same time.

Bo Ye only now understands this truth, it turns out that love and hate have always been a dilemma.

Jealousy and love go hand in hand.

Bai Yue grabbed Bo Ye, "Get up and go to check again."

"I do not."

Bo Ye clutched his lower back, "Forget it if you die."

"What do you say!"

Bai Yue raised his voice, "Don't you want to live! You have done so many things, how can you give up halfway? I worked so hard to save you—"

"But Tang poetry doesn't need me at all!"

Finally, Bo Ye couldn't take it anymore, and roared hysterically.

The voice was so hoarse that Bai Yue trembled from the roar.

Then he stared blankly at Bo Ye looking up. The man who had called the wind and rain was like a little beast that had been defeated. When he raised his face, his face was full of tears. It would have been nice to be that weak and kind woman who had no strength to restrain a chicken a year ago...but I have found more and more these days...the current Tang Shi doesn't lack me at all."

Years and him have honed Tang poetry into a hard-hearted appearance.

It was too rare for Bai Yue to see Bo Ye cry once, and he was stunned.

"Bo Ye, you..."

"Forget it." Bo Ye gritted his teeth hard, his clenched fists were trembling, "I don't love anymore, it doesn't matter, the pot is broken, and it doesn't matter to me if she finds any man--it's just me. It doesn't matter, it's not me who sticks to it!"