Kiss You, Sweetheart

My heart is very upset. Even Bo Jiayan said so. Can I be happy?

Stuffy face, also ignore Bo Jiayan, directly toward the car.

And he was silent.

It means that Bo is not happy.

Bo en en got into the car and sat in the co driver's room with his head down and his face small and gloomy.

Bo Jiayan threw his bag into the back seat and looked at her: "what's the matter?"

Bo en en moved his eyes up and took a look at Bo Jiayan, but he still had no expression.

"Tell me." Bochayan stretched out his arm and took bochayan into his arms.

Bo en en is unusual, did not make out with him, tone is very serious: "little uncle, drive quickly, today a lot of homework."

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

He looked at the setting sun, which was still hanging in the West?

Bo Jiayan light smile, patted Bo en en's small face, then drove away the car.

On weekdays, Bo en'en is always chattering. Bo Jiayan thinks she is noisy. Today, her silence is golden. Bo Jiayan is not used to it, but he is a little flustered.

I don't know what's wrong with her.

On weekdays, she looks happy. He knows her mind like the back of his hand and sees her through. Today, the little girl was covered with a veil and pretended to be deep, which really made him have no bottom.

No more than five words were said along the way. Keep looking out of the window and meditating.

Back home, it was still early. Bo en saw song Lifang in the living room, called "grandma" and went upstairs.

Later, he followed Bo Jiayan, twisting Bo en's heavy schoolbag in his hand.

Usually, Bo en en greets song Lifang like this, but today it always makes people feel that something is wrong. Even song Lifang can't help but look at Bo Jiayan and ask, "what's the matter with en en en? Did you say something more about her? "

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

In Song Lifang's eyes, he is a character who always abuses Bo en.

"Nothing." Then he twisted his schoolbag and went upstairs.

Bo en en went back to his room and sat in front of his desk, waiting for Bo Jiayan to bring up his schoolbag.

Bo Jiayan gently closed the door, put his schoolbag on the table, then leaned against the edge of the table, stretched out his hand to lift Bo en en's chin, said with a smile: "little ancestor, if you have had enough deep play, talk."

But Bo en turned his mouth and rushed into Bo Jiayan's arms. The sudden change of his expression, like a long suffering grievance, can finally vent, let Bo Jiayan's heart, suddenly soft.

I can't help holding her waist, holding her up, holding her, just like holding a chick so easy.

He circled her, and Bo en's pouted mouth was very close to his lips, so he could not help pecking.

"If you have been wronged, tell me. My husband will decide for you."

"What?" As soon as Bo en's eyes brightened, his originally gloomy expression suddenly became clear and surprised, "little uncle, say it again."

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

Just now, I said those two words just to make her happy. Now let him say it alone, someone will feel affected and can't say it.

"Say it." Bo en grabbed his arm and shook it. "I want to hear it."

Bo Jiayan hesitated for a while, and then he came up to Bo en en's ear and called out: "wife."