Kiss You, Sweetheart

Song Lifang didn't say a word, just slightly hooked his lips, then looked at Bo Jiayan again, and wanted to nag a few more words. Bo Jiayan had turned to the dining room door.

What has no time to fall in love is just an excuse! Song Lifang is not happy.

Bo en followed Bo Jiayan with a tiger. She watched him all the time while he was wearing his seat belt.

"Not enough?" The voice of bochayan is habitually cold.

Bo en pursed his lips, and with a smile, he suddenly leaned over, hooked Bo Jiayan's neck and kissed him on the lips.

Bo Jiayan let her kiss for a short time, time is not enough, had to give her a little push: "well, good, sit well."

Bo en is obedient to sit back in place, Bo Jiayan started the car to leave.

"Little uncle, do you know why I kiss you?"

Bo Jiayan didn't make a sound. He looked ahead and drove.

"I know you won't allow grandma to have a party because you're afraid I won't be happy." Bo en smiles sweetly and is happy in his heart. "So this kiss is for you."

Bojia gently hooked his lips and gave a faint smile, still driving in a dull voice.

Bo en en leaned on the wide chair, and his smile suddenly disappeared: "but, little uncle, this year you refused grandma's arrangement. Next year, the year after next, one year, you will agree to find your daughter-in-law."

"It's a day of nonsense." Bochayan's voice is a little hard, obviously not happy.

"I'm not talking nonsense. Are you the only one in your life..." Bo en suddenly shut up.

She wanted to say "I'm the only woman in your life", but she finally swallowed it. She suddenly did not dare to say, did not dare to ask, afraid of the answer.

The identity and relationship of the two are pestering there. Who can tell the future clearly?

Two people happy together is the most important, why use commitment to trap. In this world, the most changeable is not commitment?

Bo en was relieved when he thought about it.

Bo Jiayan actually knew what Bo en en didn't finish, but he didn't say anything. About the future, no one is willing to think about it.

All the way to some silent came to the school.

"Goodbye." Bo en waved and was about to get out of the car.

Bo Jiayan quickly grasped her hand, and gently rubbed her thumb on the back of her little hand, with a warm tone: "be happy!"

He was comforting her just now.

But Bo has opened herself up.

"Come on, little uncle." With a heartless smile, Bo en took a kiss with Bo Jiayan's hand, full of ruffian, "when did you see me unhappy. I got out of the car. Don't miss me too much. "

Bo Jiayan pulled his lips slightly and his eyes were warm. The more you don't care, the more distressing it is.

Bo en en opened the door and jumped out of the car. Bo Jiayan watched her enter the school gate before driving away.

School time, monotonous, cycle.

But Monday, Wednesday and Friday are Bo's favorite days, because there are outdoor classes, such as equestrian, fencing and judo, which are some unique courses.

This is what ordinary schools do not have, because the students in Shengya school are basically the children of rich families and the successors of their families. Therefore, the school has customized these temperament training courses according to their identity.

As long as it's not closed in the classroom, it's Bo en's favorite class.