Kiss You, Sweetheart

"I'm so angry." Bo en en bent in the chair, the heart was very bent, "why don't I tear her."

"All right." "She has apologized," he said as he started the car

Bo en snored angrily: "what's wrong with my dress? Who stipulates that no suspenders or hair dyes are allowed? It's a personal hobby. Does it have anything to do with what you do?

I don't know if she's lying in bed, swinging more than anyone else. At least I'm still a girl, she's still... "

"All right!"

Seeing that Bo en'en was more and more ridiculous, Bo Jiayan had to stop it. He also knew that being misunderstood was a special grievance in her heart. But all the words jump out, and the more you say them, the more outrageous you will be.

"Hum!" Bo en was very upset in his chair, mentally angry, and didn't speak for a long time. She didn't speak, and Bo Jiayan couldn't take the initiative to speak. Qi Fen was so silent.

It was dark all around, only the two lights from the car lights shining on a muddy country road. The road became narrower and narrower. Finally, there was no road.

Not far away, surrounded by a circle of mountains, like undulating animal ridge.

Bo Jiayan stopped the car. Bo en en turned his back to him and didn't speak all the way. At this time, he stopped the car, she did not move.

Bo Jiayan saw her curled up like a kitten, some lovely and some pitiful.

It's still a little girl!

He silently looked at her for several seconds, then leaned over and found that Bo en didn't know when he had fallen asleep.

All around the wilderness, like no one, tonight, also can only deal with in the car. Fortunately, midsummer, sleeping in the car all night, will not catch a cold.

Bo Jiayan got out of the car, opened the trunk, took out his pajamas, put them on Bo en en, and accidentally touched her hand.

Bo en subconsciously grasped Bo Jiayan's hand. Her little hand could only hold his two fingers. It's soft. It's wrapped around his fingers like a cotton sliver. It's very comfortable.

"Little uncle!" She murmured.

"Well?" Bocayan was still in her grasp.

"I'm not really bad..."

Bo Jiayan took a breath. When did he say she was broken, little girl!

"Yes He answered in a soft voice.

Bo en was silent.

Bo Jiayan found that she was talking with her eyes closed, and she was talking in her sleep.

At this time, Bo en en nestled in a chair like a kitten, just like he had nestled in his arms six years ago. The corner of his mouth, some slightly bent, in the heart gave birth to a soft feeling.

If she has been living in the Bo family, she may grow up to be a well-known lady with good manners and no mistakes, but is that good? Maybe it's not as wild as she is now, so cute.

Bo Jiayan pondered for a while, gently took away the fingers held by Bo en en. As soon as he sat upright, Bo en snorted: "little uncle, I'm really a girl. I know I'm clean..."

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

Never forget ruffian!

He adjusted his seat and lay flat. He opened his eyes and looked at the top of the car for a long time before closing it slowly.

***

Bo en was awakened by hunger. He only ate a bowl of noodles last night. How long can he last. She closed her eyes and lay on the seat, shouting "mm-hmm-ah", stretching her limbs.

The cry It's haunting.