Kiss You, Sweetheart

"Good." Bo en answered sweetly, but his eyes glanced down Bo Jiayan's waist

Sima Zhao's heart!

Bo Jiayan was silent. He reached out and picked up the towel on the chair. He was about to walk around his waist, but suddenly his eyes were cold, and he pulled Bo en en: "you have nosebleed?"

Nosebleed? She didn't feel anything. Bo en hurriedly wiped it with his hand. It's not a bright red hand Aunt lost?

Bo Jiayan raised her chin: "put your face up quickly."

Bo en en was obedient. Bo Jiayan picked her up and rushed into the room.

Bo en'en hung his head at the bend of his arm, but his body was close to Bo Jiayan's smooth upper body. As soon as the heat on their bodies touched, Bo en'en's body immediately burst with blood, and the nosebleed seemed to flow more severely.

"Mom Zhou, the medicine box." As soon as he entered the door, Bo Jiayan called.

"Yes, young master." Seeing that Bo Jiayan came in with Bo en en in her arms, Zhou's mother left what she was doing and rushed to get the medicine box.

Song Lifang is coming down the stairs. When she sees that Bo en's face is covered with blood, she is startled and asks anxiously, "what's the matter with en en?"

"Nosebleed." Bocha said quietly.

He didn't even wear clothes, so he sat on the sofa, Bo en en was still lying in his arms, hanging his head. In the heart but happy, if can always stay in his arms, more nosebleed, also all right.

Hearing that it was nosebleed, song Lifang's nervous heart relaxed slightly and asked with concern: "en en, how can it be nosebleed?"

How did it flow? How about a beautiful man taking a bath? However, if you look at the place you shouldn't look at, it's not that you should have needle eyes. How can it be nosebleed?

"Up, up." She murmured.

"Wait for the hospital to check." Song Lifang nervously said, "if it's the precursor of any disease, it's not good to delay it."

Bo en en

I'm afraid the fire won't come down even if I go to the hospital.

Zhou Ma brought the medicine box, and Bo Jiayan put Bo en'en on the sofa and squatted on the ground to deal with it. In fact, she no longer had nosebleed. Bo Jiayan cleaned up the blood stains on her face.

He half squatted in front of her, abdomen just red fruit and Bo en en's eyes, from a foot away. The smell of his body, also stir up the feelings of the waves, caused Bo en's heart palpitation, want to rule their own thoughts can't.

Bochayan is close to her eyes in some places, so obviously higher than the horizon, she has to aim there! As a result, his face turned red and his throat was dry.

Bo en's peeping, Bo Jiayan can not know. But he was calm as an old monk, washing the blood stains on her face, and said in a cold voice: "do you want to flow?"

Bo en en

Boring, in the face of the hot eyes of beauty, little uncle, how can you be so calm?

After dealing with the blood stains on Bo en's face, Bo Jiayan immediately got up and went upstairs, his face was very cold.

Bo en's mouth curled. She didn't mean to peep. It was him who just swayed in front of her. She was not blind. Could she turn a blind eye?

Song Lifang was really relieved when she saw that Bo en was no longer bleeding. She helped her up from the sofa and looked at Bo en's blushing face. She was a little surprised: "en en en, why is your face so red? "

Bo en en:

This question is more clear for your son.

"Well, I'm looking up. It's caused by the lack of blood supply."

”Will you have a fever? "

Bo en "

Song Lifang felt her forehead uneasily. After confirming that she had no fever, she did not ask again. She took her hand and went into the dining room for breakfast.

"En en, your body is too weak. Grandma must mend it for you."

Bo en's mouth was smiling.

Grandma, my body is weak, my resistance to my little uncle is weak!

In the middle of the meal, Bo Jiayan came in. He had already changed into a black casual suit, and he had a leisurely look.

Bo en thought of an idiom: beautiful food!

He sat down opposite Beaune.