Kiss You, Sweetheart

She went over, smiling, and gently took Bo Jiayan's hand. She thought the same as him, living in the present, what tomorrow will be like, who can predict?

When you can love, love well!

Laughter came from a wooden house, where the tour group was singing and dancing with the Tibetans.

In the evening, staying in a small hotel in the ancient city, the three of them were arranged with two rooms.

When going upstairs, Bo Xin gently touched Bo en's hand.

Bo en looked down. Bo Xin held the Durex in his hand.

"Sister, let my little uncle sleep with you tonight." Bo Xin said pitifully that he really didn't want to lose sleep any more.

Bo en en, on the other hand, looked at the Durex and said, "Xiao Xin, do you think one Durex is enough for our little uncle?"

Bo Xin

"I'd better keep you and meow Bao." Bo en patted Bo Xin on the shoulder and went upstairs with a smile.

That's enough!

Bo Xin's face is full of anger. He clenches Durex tightly. Is it enough for him and meow Bao? At least he is one meter seven eight now!

Wait, what? He and meow!

Bo Xin's face suddenly turned red. He really followed the "thin dirty dirty", and his thoughts became dirty!

***

the next afternoon, the plane landed in s city.

Before boarding the plane, bochayan informed his family and sent a car to pick them up. When he walked out of the airport, Bo Jiayan thought he could see the family car, but he saw song Zhixin leaning against his Maserati car, which brought disaster to the country and the people. The bewitching feeling of demons on him almost made the passing girls scream.

Fingers loose clip a cigarette, a thin smoke, from his ruddy lips gently exhaled. At that time, he was slightly head, see Bo Jiayan three people, narrow eyes, in the gradually thin smoke, slightly squint, like a fox.

As soon as he loosened his finger, the cigarette end fell to the ground. Slender fingers, gently in the hood of the bullet, the corner of the mouth raised that wipe smile, charming and moving.

In terms of Yin beauty, song Zhixin is the second, but no one dares to be the first.

He walked slowly to the car door, and Bo Jiayan had come over. He was strong and firm, which was in sharp contrast with song Zhixin's feminine beauty.

If these two people are anything, Bo Jiayan should be attacking.

The beautiful picture of the two people standing opposite each other had to make Bo en's thoughts deviate. If not for the successful capture of Bo Jiayan, she really needs to make a good analysis of their sexual orientation.

"Hi, little princess en." Song Zhixin's mouth is always so pleasing. He stoops slightly like honey and blinks at Bo en.

It's not worth killing. Bo en has been electrified.

Bo Jiayan pulls Bo en'en behind him and stares at Song Zhixin with cold eyes and warning elements. He has a bad reputation.

"So nervous to say hello." Song Zhixin raised his hand, but the smile at the corner of his mouth became meaningful. "It's not difficult to understand why you went to chase this little fugitive at the first time."

"What's the matter?" Bochayan's face was cold.

"I dare not." Song Zhixin shook his finger and made a gesture of invitation: "three gentlemen, please get on the bus."

Bo Jiayan frowned slightly and was surprised: "are you coming to pick us up?"

"I'm in a hurry." Song Zhixin smiles at the corners of his mouth