Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo en's heart frets, smelly boy, if he is so cheeky to other women, he will not be single for so many years.

"It's too backward." Bo en said coldly.

"Sister, you think too much." Bo Xin laughs, "I just want to know you very simply. I have no other ideas."

Bo en en

She wanted to show her true colors and knock two chestnuts on the boy's head.

"I'm not interested in you." Bo en was still indifferent. He took a taxi and got on. She was about to close the door when Bo Xin got in.

Bo en en did not expect that Bo Xin would be thick skinned to the end. Otherwise, with her current skills, Bo Xin would not be able to get into a taxi at all.

But now, he sat firmly beside Bo en, with a smile on his face, a little proud.

"Sister, tell me your name, or I won't get off."

Bo en en

She is cold on the face, but in fact, she is really hot in the heart. Only Bo Xin insists that she is Bo en.

But she only buried the heat in her heart.

"Where are you going, please?" Asked the driver.

"Sister, where are you going?" Bo Xin has no face and no skin. He has no temperament of the president just now.

"Around the city." Bo en said coldly.

She didn't want him to know that she was in the palace now.

The driver pulled two people and drove aimlessly in the street.

Bo Xin was beside him and kept talking. Bo en really wanted to find a bottle of 502 and stick it on his mouth. Finally, there was no way to deal with it, and the driver was a little impatient around the city, so Bo en had to tell him his name.

It's a fake name anyway.

"Zhao Ying." Bo xinfunian's smile is mysterious.

"Can I get off?"

"Yes." Bo Xin Yang Mou, want to say, "elder sister, the day after tomorrow I invite you to dinner, must appreciate face, is a special day."

"No time." Bo en said coldly, "if you don't get out of the car, I'll kick you down."

Bo Xin made a surrender and told the driver to step on the brake beside the street. Before getting off the bus, he put a business card in Bo en's hand: "my phone, sister, remember to call me. I'll see you the day after tomorrow."

Bo en tilted her face to one side. After Bo Xin got off the bus, she picked up her business card and looked at it.

It's Bo Xin's private number.

Bo en sighed.

This guy is so persistent.

"Where are you going now, miss?" The driver asked.

"The palace." Bo en answered lightly.

The driver's lips were slightly open and his attitude was immediately correct. People who can enter the palace are not ordinary people.

Bo en plays with Bo Xin's business card and hesitates to tear it off. He doesn't want to contact him. From now on, she would stay in the palace all day, and she would not have to worry about meeting him again.

But just about to tear, Bo en suddenly remembered, the day after tomorrow, is not it her birthday?

Bo Xin said that day was a special day, is it to accompany her birthday?

Bo en's eyes, suddenly hot. Is he the only one in the world who remembers that day as her birthday?

I can't tear off my business card.

Bo Xin, you little fool.

Bo en was so warm that he put his business card in his bag. But seeing the small black box in the bag, his eyes sank again.

When I returned to the palace, I met Ming Yanyao, who was very expensive. I was walking in the palace, accompanied by LAN xueyin.