Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo Jiayan has put on his pajamas, sitting in front of the computer, holding his chin, as if thinking about something, his face is very cold, people dare not approach.

Bo en stood at the door and called "little uncle" gently.

Bo Jiayan then raised his head, his face slightly eased, and the corners of his mouth rolled up a faint smile: "you sleep, I'll check the information."

"Oh Bo en nodded wisely, "good night."

"Good night." Bo Jiayan's voice is very soft.

Bo en gently closed the door, and the tenderness on Bo Jiayan's face disappeared.

He picked up the cigarette box on the desk, smoked a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and looked at the computer screen for a long time before slowly lighting the cigarette.

Smoke curl, more and more of his whole person deep, cold.

After smoking half a cigarette, the mobile phone on the desk rang. Bo Jiayan put it in his ear and connected it. His voice was low: "say!"

"Bo Shao, the man ran away."

Boccache was silent, and his face grew sharper.

"However, we found that it was the Qi family."

"Well!" Bo Jiayan lightly answered and hung up his cell phone.

Tight complexion, colder and colder.

The day was ordinary, and the evening was a banquet for Qi shaoxun.

Bo en was not interested in the banquet, so when Bo Jiayan went to pick her up, she pushed her directly.

"Little uncle, I want to go home and do my homework. I have a lot of homework today." For a good reason.

Bo Jiayan looked at her incredulously: "do you love learning so much?"

"Yes, I can't disgrace the poor family."

"Well, I'll take you home." Bo Jiayan didn't ask for it, and this kind of banquet was not interesting. It's estimated that Bo en en was not interested either.

He started the car and took Bo en home.

At the gate of Tiehua, Bo Jiayan stepped on the brake, and Wen looked at Bo en en: "I'll come back early in the evening."

This is very soft, like a husband who is afraid of his wife waiting too long.

"Well As soon as Bo en's heart was warm, he spat on Bo Jiayan's face.

"Little ruffian." Bochayan's mouth curved.

After watching Bo en enter the house safely, Bo Jiayan turns around and goes down the mountain. On the way, he makes a phone call to song Zhixin.

"Where is it?"

"Look at the beauty." Song Zhixin made fun of his tone.

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

"Slow down." You are welcome to hang up.

Song Zhixin is holding the disconnected mobile phone. He smiles slightly at the corner of his mouth and looks at the woman in red on the street with interest. He didn't lie. He was really looking at beautiful women.

The beauty in red is Demi.

Xiaowu stood beside song Zhixin and said in a low voice, "young master, it's her. The woman who sells fake jewelry to us is Demi."

Song Zhixin didn't say a word, but half squinted and stared at Demi with great interest. The fiery red tight skirt outlines her enchanting curve.

I have to say that she is really a sexy girl, very attractive.

"Go and get her now?" Xiaowu asked.

But song Zhixin made a stop gesture. He was seeing an interesting scene. His narrow eyes narrowed again.

He couldn't see how Demi was acting. He just saw the girl sitting at the roadside coffee table drinking coffee with a beautiful hat on her head. After Demi passed her, the hat ran to Demi's head.

Then, she passed another girl, and the scarves around her neck fell into Demi's hands.