Imperial President, Tease me!

"No, No." Jing Shuanghu waved his hand.

"Ah?" Bo Qing was confused.

Jing Shuangjian smiled again and again, "boss, I must emphasize that Mr. Xi likes to eat what you do, purely because he has a complex and dependence on you, not because you are good at cooking."

"You give me..." Bo Qing raised his hand reflexively to give Jing a palm. His hand has been raised, but it hasn't fallen yet.

Complex

Jing Shuang's words reminded her that Xi Jinyan had a complex for her.

What would that be?

"Boss, what are you thinking?" Jing Shuang raised his hand and shook in front of Bo Qing's eyes.

Bo Qing took back his thoughts and continued his work. "I'm thinking about Jin Yan's complex for me.

"Yes, it's really strange. Why does Mr. Xi only like to eat what you make? His previous anorexia can be cured by you. What a complex. Is it because five years ago..." Jing Shuang wondered very much.

Bo Qing couldn't understand, "is it true that someone will have a complex because of sleeping? Then we sleep every day now..."

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Jing Shuang quickly interrupted Bo Qing's words.

Thin pour words said half and swallowed again, very unhappy, "why?"

"Boss, if you continue, you will drive. I have evidence." Jing Shuangsha said in a matter of fact.

Thin tilt: "..."

Yes, why did she tell Jing Shuang this?

"Work, work."

……

After dinner, Bo Qing and Xi Jin Yan went directly upstairs to their room.

It was still early. They didn't hurry to wash. Instead, they came outside the balcony, sat in the balcony garden full of bright moonlight and looked at the stars above the night.

Although there are few stars, the key is that the atmosphere is very romantic.

Thin lean snuggled up in Xi Jinyan's arms, blowing the night wind, feeling comfortable, and a satisfied radian hung on the corners of his lips.

Xi Jinyan didn't speak, so he held Bo Qing, his chin against her head, and his breath was the light, quiet and cold breath from Bo Qing's whole body.

"Little darling..." thin tilted his mouth.

Xi Jinyan answered faintly, "huh?"

"When my hair grows a little longer, shall I dye it? I haven't dyed my hair. I want to try it." Bo Qing gossip.

Xi Jinyan looked at the thin inclination of a head of black hair and slightly opened his thin lips. "Black hair looks good."

"Well, I won't dye my hair. Dyeing my hair will hurt my hair." Bo Qing said while fiddling with Xi Jin Yan's fingers.

Xi Jinyan, a straight man, should only like black hair.

Xi Jinyan bowed his head and kissed him gently in his thin hair. "Why are you so quiet tonight?"

"Hmm? Am I quiet?" Bo Qing looked up slightly and looked at Jin Yan with his remaining light. "Where is it quiet?"

Xi Jinyan: "it's different from before."

Bo Qin sat up straight, looked down at himself, looked back at Xi Jin Yan, "the same, what's different."

Xi Jinyan shook his head and said, "it's different."

Thin tilted and frowned, "what's different?"

Xi Jinyan: "I think."

Bo Qing really didn't see that he was different and quiet, "you say, I can't see it myself."

Xi Jinyan was helpless. "What are we doing at this time?"

"Usually this time..." Bo Qing recalled carefully.