Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo Jiayan shared some with her, held the two bears in his arms, and left the game room with a lot of harvest. The girls looked at Bo en en's eyes, they were jealous and angry. They complained that their boyfriends could do nothing.

At this time, the twilight slightly heavy, two people take the booty back to the car. Song Lifang calls, and Bo Jiayan follows.

Bo en en was busy in the car and put the dolls on Bo Jiayan's car. Originally a cold big car, suddenly these plush toys, embellished with some soft, warm feeling.

Song Lifang asked when they would get home. Bo Jia said, "Mom, I'll come back after dinner with en en."

Bo en looked at him, did not expect to eat out.

When Bo Jiayan finished hanging up, she went up, hooked his arm and asked, "little uncle, do you want to open a room after dinner or something?"

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

"Not serious."

"Isn't it more exciting to change places?" Bo en laughs, "don't men like new things?"

Bo Jiayan ignored her and asked, "what would you like to eat?"

Bo en raised his head: "French food, I want to try that snail."

"Good." Bochayan answered and drove away.

Skyscraper, top floor, revolving restaurant, they found a quiet corner to sit down. At this time, the sky is completely dark, and the neon lights are flashing all around. The night scene of s city is really beautiful.

Bo en en propped his chin and stared at Bo Jiayan. The restaurant was as quiet as no one.

Of course, those who can come here to have dinner are of high quality, and they speak softly.

"Little uncle, it's such a good day. I'll play with you and have a big dinner with you."

"I'm fine every day." Bo Jiayan light hook a smile, and added two words, "to you."

Bo en a small smile, touched his chest: "but why am I a little bit insecure here?"

Bocha said nothing.

"Come on, little uncle, if you have anything to teach me, just do it quickly." Bo en leaned back on his chair and folded his hand in front of his chest. He didn't look like he was going to be trained. "What did Wang talk to you about today?"

The tone

"Eat first." Bo Jiayan said lightly.

"Not bad." Bo en shrugged, optimistic, "so that I don't have to listen and waste so much delicious food."

Bo Jiayan helped her with all kinds of dishes.

Bo en opened his stomach and ate French food for the first time. He thought it tasted good and ate a lot. In fact, almost all of them were eaten up by her alone.

Drink and eat, drive home.

Suburban roads, without the noise of the day, are more spacious and quiet.

Bo en en played the song, opened the window, blowing the cool night wind, singing with the singer gently.

Suddenly, Bo Jiayan slowly stopped the car by the side of the road.

"What's the matter, little uncle?" Bo en is not sure.

Bo Jiayan's eyes fell on the mirror. A red sports car passed his car and rushed forward.

He has a cold face.

Since he started driving, the sports car has been following him. He couldn't help being suspicious, so he stopped the car.

The sports car, after overtaking him, did not slow down and continued to move forward.

But Bo Jiayan's eyebrows didn't loosen. On the surface, there was no doubt, but it didn't mean that the car was not following him. Just in order not to let Bo en worry, he said faintly: "it's OK."