Flash Marriage Wife: Mr. Bo, the wife ran away with the cub

Tong Yao stammered, "But, we've only known each other for a short time..."

Bo Muyan knew in his heart that Tong Yao was more or less interested in him, otherwise he would not have allowed him to make such an intimate gesture towards her.

He smiled lightly, held her shoulders, and turned her body gently... Afterwards, she was gently picked up, and finally sat on his lap.

In such an intimate posture, she was completely restrained in front of him.

Shame.

But Bo Muyan didn't change his face, put his hands on her slender waist, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's the matter, don't you have any other thoughts about me?"

As the man said, he gently pinned her broken hair behind her ears, and then clasped her small head, carefully tracing the touching face.

Tong Yao trembled, most of her eyes were wet.

This man is really necrotic.

She shouldn't have taken him to the library today, and he wouldn't have come home tonight if he hadn't gone to the library, and he wouldn't be sitting in his arms right now, at the mercy of others...

Bo Muyan lowered his head slightly, his thin lips brushed against the girl's lips, and kept teasing them.

"Have you ever kissed... Let Brother Mu Yan teach you?"

This feeling of losing control made Tong Yao even more dizzy, and she clutched the man's sleeve nervously.

Bo Muyan slightly turned an angle, gently inserted into her lips, and kissed softly and moistly...

Tong Yao has never been in a relationship before, and she knows nothing about this kind of thing, so she is so young that it makes people feel pity.

She just froze in place, forgetting to struggle.

On the contrary, Bo Muyan became more and more enthusiastic.

From the shallow kiss at the beginning, he gradually changed the quality. He kissed the little guy passionately and passionately, but he felt that nothing was enough.

He began to hug Tong Yao tightly, as if he wanted to crush her, and wanted the little guy to feel his own movement...

……

Tong Yao was so frightened that she wept silently.

Salty tears slid down the cheeks to the lips of the two of them.

Bo Muyan finally stopped.

He scares his little one.

After a brief separation, Bo Muyan finally calmed down the suppressed thoughts in his heart.

He gently coaxed the little guy in his arms, "Okay, I won't kiss you anymore."

Tong Yao was sad and wronged.

Scumbag!

She turned her head to one side, angrily not looking at him.

Bo Muyan was still smiling, and gently wiped the tears off her face, "During the weekend break, sleep well, I will pick you up to my house for dinner at noon, I have an Erard piano, you come and feel it?"

Erard piano?

Isn't that the solid gold piano that Queen Victoria once played?

Tong Yao is really moved, but is she really going to his house...

Bo Muyan could see Tong Yao's thoughts, and was not in a hurry to ask for an answer, so he gently carried Tong Yao back to the co-pilot.

She just came back to her senses.

Will that piano really be in his house? Is she going to have a look...?

After thinking for a moment, Tong Yao got out of the car and left.

Bo Muyan also drove away.

……

The next day, school.

Tong Yao bit her pen and was in a daze of boredom.

Everything that happened last night kept replaying in my mind.

Besides, what she cares more about is another thing...

Tong Yao has had a dream since she was a child - to be a pianist.

Like Jiang Yuanqiao.

Speaking of Jiang Yuanqiao, she thought of that piano, she was really tempted, Bo Muyan probably wouldn't lie to her...

Here.

Bo Muyan just got off the plane returning to Hong Kong from Jiangcheng.

Beside him, stood another dignified man.

It is the son of pianist Jiang Yuanqiao, Jiang Chen.