Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bocha said nothing and drove in silence. In my heart, I was involuntarily implicated by Bo en en's words. Yes, she is not 18 years old yet. Is it really too much for herself and her actions?

"How do you want to fix me?" Bo en asked suddenly.

"I didn't think about it!"

Hum, Bo en en got a smile, his eyes flashed, and his tone was a little ambiguous: "little uncle, in fact, it's very simple to cure my temper."

Bocayan glanced at her.

With a smile, Bo en put a finger on his pink lips and said, "here are five words for you - hold your tongue and kiss me!"

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

Heart but slightly jumped for a while, she just that kiss finger action, really let as a normal man of him, some blood boiling.

What a goblin!

But as soon as she thought about her actions, she might do them to other men in the future. The blood in bojiayan's body suddenly became cold, and she was a little upset.

With a cold frown, he stepped on the accelerator, and the speed suddenly increased, which made Bo en, who had no defense, scream.

"Little uncle, I don't take it like this!"

The Lord people are not at home, especially quiet. At home, the two still keep the distance between uncle and nephew, Bo en en followed Bo Jiayan to the third floor.

On the third floor, it was as if they were in their secret world, and Bo en en's whole body stuck to Bo Jiayan like a cramp.

"Take a bath." In front of the door, Bo Jiayan righted Bo en en's soft body.

Every night, after taking a bath in his room, Bo en went to bed in bochayan.

Bo En will remember to lock the door in case song Lifang suddenly "rounds the room".

Bo en en obediently went back to her room. When she took a bath and went to bed in Bo Jiayan's room, she found that there was no one in the room.

There is no sound of water in the bathroom. Where are the people? Bo en looked at it and saw that the door of the study was open and there was a light coming out.

She walked towards the book door with a soft tow, gently pushed the door open, poked her head and looked in.

Bo Jiayan is buried in front of the computer, typing.

The slight sound of opening the door made him raise his head, glanced at Bo en, and said in a flat voice, "go to sleep."

"What are you doing?" Boone walked towards him.

"Make a document."

Bo en en went up behind him, bent slightly, and put his head on Bo Jiayan's shoulder. The action was so intimate that Bo Jiayan's typing hand stopped at once.

The thought that had been clearly understood was suddenly disturbed by her warmth. He stretched out his finger, pointed her forehead and pushed her away.

"Look, it's not going to work." Bo en is a little resentful.

It's OK to look at it, but you can't look at it that way. This kind of posture, where still can let him work at ease.

Bo Jiayan turned his chair, faced Bo en en and said seriously, "tonight, I will be very busy. You go to bed first."

"Tomorrow is the weekend. Are you busy?"

"Well, I don't have a weekend right now."

Bo en en

It turns out that being a chief executive is not fun. I feel a little pain in my heart for Bo Jiayan. I can't help leaning on him again: "little uncle, let me make you a cup of coffee."

"Well." Bo Jiayan subconsciously avoided, as if she would eat him.

Bo en pouted and left.