Kiss You, Sweetheart

Twelve years of time, the two grew up, intimate.

Bo Jiayan was a little afraid to think about it. He threw his cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his toes. His mind was in a mess.

He even has something he doesn't want to face!

When people are in a bad mood, they are particularly prone to get drunk. After returning to the private room, Bo Jiayan drank a lot of wine one after another, and his eyes were a little drunk.

Miss Huang, who had not made bocayan's wine before, was once again inspired by her father to summon up the courage to hold up her glass and go to the empty seat beside bocayan to sit down.

She was wearing a V-neck low cut skirt, full chest, white very attractive.

She stood up and her chest was almost on Bo Jiayan's arm. Her voice was even more sweet: "brother Jiayan, my name is Huang Lijun, and my father is Huang Guangwei, chairman of BofA finance.

Lijun has worshipped brother Jiayan since she was a child. Today, I'm lucky to meet her. Her elegant demeanor is incomparable. Lijun must have a good toast to her brother. "

Huang Lijun's voice is euphemistic, which belongs to the kind that makes men listen to Su Gu.

However, Bo Jiayan's expression was cold, and his fingers gently knocked on the edge of the wine glass. He seemed to turn a deaf ear to Huang Lijun's words, and also felt deeply.

Huang Lijun's chest is so good, and it's close at hand. Bo Jiayan has a panoramic view. But it was Huang Lijun's chest that fell into his eyes, and it was Bo enen's chest that lingered in Bo Jiayan's mind

He thought of the morning when song Lifang almost found her. He pressed her under his body. She accidentally opened her pajamas with a snow-white chest line

Bo Jiayan slipped his throat slightly. He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't wave it away. His body was a little hot.

Thinking of her angry body and her intimate relationship with Mo Chong, Bo Jiayan could not stand still.

"Brother Jiayan, Lijun will pour the wine for you." Huang Lijun saw that the wine cup that Bo Jiayan was playing with was empty, so she stretched out her slender hand to extract it.

He took it out easily and was about to pour the wine, but Bo Jiayan stood up all of a sudden.

In a low voice, he said to Bo Kun, "Dad, I have something to do. I'll go first." With that, he faced the guests and nodded, "goodbye."

Then, ignoring the surprised eyes of the whole room, he strode straight to the door.

Huang Lijun, who has repeatedly been courted, is totally ignored.

"Gayan!" Bo Kun is also quite surprised at his son's sudden departure, but Bo Jiayan's temper is like this, and he has nothing to do.

A room full of guests looked at each other, not knowing why. Huang Lijun holding the glass of hand, embarrassed in the air, do not know how to take back.

***

with the evening breeze blowing, Bo en en, sitting in the back seat of his bicycle, embracing Mo Chong's waist, has seen the most beautiful night scene of the city.

In front of the gate of Bo's house, Mo Chong helps Bo en get off the bike. He insisted on seeing her back and cycling back to the hotel.

"Rest early." He said.

"Well." Bo en nodded.

"I'll get ready to eat. You don't care." Mo Chong said.

They made an appointment to climb the mountain tomorrow. The food was prepared by him and Bo en was not allowed to have a snack.

"You should rest early, too." Bo en waved, "bye."

Don't wave.

Bo en turned and entered the code on the gate.

The little door opened, and Bo en stepped in and walked along a long cobblestone path. When she was about to enter the gate, she turned around and looked at Mo Chong holding the bike, with a natural posture.