Kiss You, Sweetheart

Song Lifang this words, originally in the side of careless Bo Jiayan, eyes dark Zheng for a while, but the complexion is very calm.

Bo en en's heart, however, was suddenly clapping. His eyes wanted to glance at Bo Jiayan, but he didn't dare.

Hum, did a wolf "chew" this just now?

Bo en touched his neck and said, "Oh, this is yesterday. I I got heatstroke in school, and then the school doctor gave me scraping. "

Bo Jiayan's eyebrows picked slightly. In fact, at this time, he felt very guilty and asked Bo en'en to explain it.

But he couldn't cut in, so he could only look at Bo en with pity.

Song Lifang did not pay attention to Bo Jiayan, and naturally did not see his slightly apologetic eyes. After hearing that Bo en was suffering from heatstroke, he frowned slightly: "baby, are you still suffering from heatstroke this day?"

It's late autumn now.

"Yes, I don't know what happened?" Bo en said with a smile, "anyway, that's what the school doctor said."

"But The sand is strange, the shape is... " Song Lifang hesitated.

But Bo en had put his hand in his neck.

"Only, only for a short time, I cried pain, the school doctor did not shave." Bo en en can't stay any longer. This explanation is really far fetched. For fear that song Lifang would doubt more, he said, "grandma, I have to have class tomorrow. I'm so sleepy."

"Oh, yes, it's late now." Song Lifang did not continue to explore, Wen Ci's smile, "early to rest."

"Good night, grandma." Bo en gave song Lifang a kiss on the forehead, then reached out and hugged Bo Kun, "good night, grandfather."

"Good night."

Bo en en stood up and passed by Bo Jiayan. He also gave a normal greeting: "good night, little uncle."

"Good night." Bochayan's expression was quiet.

Song Lifang backed up and said, "we've been flying all day and we're tired. Jiayan, go and have a rest, too. "

"Well." Bo Jiayan answered lightly, but he didn't have any extra words. He stood up and followed Bo en en up the stairs.

Song Lifang slowly tidies up the things on the tea table. When the two nephews disappear at the corner of the second floor, she stops and looks a little calm.

Bo Kun understood her and asked with a smile, "what are you doubting?"

Song Lifang points her neck, indicating that it is the small piece of purple silt on Bo en's neck.

"Don't you think it's scraping?"

Song Lifang glared at Bo Kun and said, "you are so old, haven't you seen scraping?"

"What do you want to say?" Bo Kun gave a low cough. He was young. Song Lifang mentioned it, and he understood it. But he didn't believe it. "You shouldn't suspect that it was Jia Yan who did it."

Song Lifang glared at Bo Kun angrily: "how can I suspect that it was Jia Yan? Well, I guess I have a boyfriend. "

"Eighteen years old is not young, you were already in love with me at that time."

"How can this be the same thing." Song Lifang was very worried when she said, "how passionate it is to have such a heavy kiss mark Oh, my God, I'm scared when I think about it. I have to find a chance to talk to en en. We can't let our granddaughter suffer. "

"Yes, yes." Bo Kun was full of answers,

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