Kiss You, Sweetheart

In the sky is floating the color chip, the petal, the light wind blows, then flutters under the blue sky curtain, only looks like the heaven.

Bo Jiayan has been holding Bo en en en to the dressing room, gently put on the sofa, the makeup artist waiting for her to change into toast clothes.

"Tired?" Bo Jiayan's face is full of pain.

"No matter how tired you are, it's sweet." Bo en's happy smile.

Bo Jiayan patted her face and asked the makeup artist to change her clothes. He also went to another room to change clothes.

Bo en suddenly covered his chest and frowned. Seeing this, the makeup artist quickly asked, "young grandma, are you uncomfortable?"

Bo en en lost gas, nothing to smile: "may be too nervous."

She was disgusted, but later she was in good spirits, so she didn't pay attention to it.

***

after a few days' break, Bo en'en and Bo Jiayan went back to K country to prepare for the next wedding.

I don't know what's wrong. Bo en en's spirit is very poor. She is always tired after doing a little things. But she doesn't want Bo Jiayan to think that she doesn't like the wedding, so she insists on mental cooperation.

Only in the evening, she really refused bocayan's toss. Bo Jiayan was also considerate of her recent tiredness and restrained herself.

The wedding is just around the corner. The island where the wedding is held is a very famous scenic spot in K country, with many tourists on weekdays. Today, when the big prince got married, the island was naturally closed, and tourists could only wait and see on the shore.

Bo en en got up early and made up for Bo Jiayan. She leaned back on the sofa and looked at the long wedding dress. Suddenly, she felt cumbersome and uncomfortable. Then, her stomach turned. She covered her mouth and went to the bathroom.

It's true that nothing came out. Bo en looked at himself in the mirror, pale, and sighed.

It's tiring to have two weddings!

She walked out of the bathroom, and the makeup artist came up with a box: "princess, this package is at the door of the dressing room with your name on it."

Who gives her something at this time?

Bo en en took the box, took the tape apart, opened the lid of the box, and saw that there was a pair of dolls who loved each other. The implication was very obvious. I wish her and Bo Jiayan good luck.

"Don't you see anyone?" Bo en can't guess who sent it.

"No one, Princess!"

After looking at the dolls for a while, Bo en gave them to the makeup artist and said softly, "please put them away for me."

"Yes, Princess!" The makeup artist took the box and put it in the drawer.

"Princess, I'll make up for you. Your highness is coming soon."

"Well."

Bo en en sat in front of the make-up mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror and her cheeks were ruddy. The make-up artist was painting powder on her face with a whitewash. Suddenly, Bo en thought of something. He got up and rushed out of the make-up room with a heavy skirt.

How could she be so careless that she could avoid so many eyes and ears and put the gift at the door of the dressing room without knowing it? Who else could she be?

However, Bo en did not dare to think that it would be that person. But she couldn't figure out who would give her a gift. All her relatives and friends came to the wedding, except the one who was absent and whose life and death were unknown

Bo en en ran out, and the makeup artist hurriedly followed him out, calling the princess.