Kiss You, Sweetheart

His eyes were deep and cold, as if one could pierce all disguises. No one dares to look at such an air-conditioned and resolute man for more than a second.

This is a man full of manliness, enough to make any woman interested.

Disaster, disaster! Bo en sighed.

Bo Kun looked at his son, showing gratified eyes, seems to be very satisfied with the four years of military career on the son's perseverance training.

"Jiayan, you are going to retire in three months. This time you have to go home to take over Bo's family. Look at my body. It's getting worse every day. How long can it last? This family will be yours sooner or later. I've come up with a way to travel around the world with your mother. "

"Yes." Bocha's words are low.

His ultimate mission is to inherit the family business, not the military camp.

Bo, Qi and song families not only control the economic lifeline of S City, but also play an important role in the international financial industry. Inheriting the Bo family is equivalent to being the boss of three big families.

The responsibility on bochayan's shoulders is undoubtedly significant.

Bo Kun didn't expect that Bo Jiayan agreed so decisively. He was overjoyed. A hanging heart, also fell back to the original position.

Back home, song Lifang helped Bo Kun back to her room. When she went upstairs, she said to Bo Jiayan, "Jiayan, take en en to the hair salon and dye her hair black."

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kiss his mouth (1)

the hairdressing salon is decorated like a high-end club, and the hairdresser treats his two uncles and nephews as guests. Coffee, cakes, all kinds of delicious snacks, hill like pile on the tea table.

A hairdresser in his twenties, handsome and handsome, came over with some color versions, half kneeling, kneeling beside Bo en en on one knee, and put the color version lightly in front of her.

"Miss Bo, this is the color plate. You can choose the color of the hair dye. Our hair colorants here are all natural plant-based, which don't damage the hair quality. The glossiness of the hair is especially good. Those stars use our products. "

So good? Bo en was moved: "OK, let me have a look."

Bo en looked at the color plate to choose colors. She also knew that she could no longer choose the colors, so she chose several darker colors. At this time, Bo Jiayan came slowly, noble and like an unattainable prince.

A clever little assistant, half kneeling, handed him coffee. His eyes were peach colored, and he looked at him shyly and astringently. His obsession was too obvious.

Bo Jiayan didn't answer. He knocked his finger on the tea table twice, meaning to let her put it here. The little assistant lowered his head and put the coffee on the coffee table shyly, as if Bo Jiayan only made such a small move to her, which could make her happy for a lifetime.

Miss spring!

Bo en en looks at these little girls who are crazy about Bo Jia Yan, and the old God shakes his head. Her ascetic little uncle is always tempted by beauty. It's hard work.

That's not the reason why he went to the barracks.

Bo en moved his butt, approached Bo Jiayan, pointed to a strand of dark brown hair on the coloring plate and said, "little uncle, can I dye this color? Although there is a little bit of color, but close to black, do not pay attention to see, is not seen

She just didn't want to dye it black.

But Bo Jiayan didn't look at it. His voice was cold: "pure black."

"This is equivalent to pure black. I promise grandma won't say anything."