Kiss You, Sweetheart

He bought three TTS and put them in his pocket. His hand in his pocket rubbed the box all the time.

By the time he got home, he had crumpled the box.

They get out of the car in front of Bo's mansion, and miaobao looks at the magnificence of Bo's mansion and sighs silently in his heart that it's really a home of the rich.

"This is en'en's house. My house is in the back yard." Bo Xin briefly introduced, ready to take the hand of miaobao along the wall to his home's iron gate.

But miaobao didn't move. He said with a smile, "now that you're here, let's visit en'en's house."

Her purpose is to know where bochayan's room is.

Bo Xin didn't think much. He nodded and pressed the pager to let the servant open the door. When the servant saw that it was Bo Xin, he opened the gate of the iron flower.

At this time, in the deep winter, the fragrance of Chimonanthus mume in the courtyard has a special charm.

"Come in?" Bo Xin asked.

Meow Bao nodded, very simple smile: "I have not seen such a beautiful house, the interior decoration must be more luxurious."

Bo Xin smile, did not speak, just holding her hand, into the big room.

All the masters were away, only the servants were working in the living room.

Because of Bo Xin's identity, the servants didn't ask much, so Bo Xin took meow Bao to visit the house.

Miaobao praised Bo's luxurious decoration.

After visiting for a while, miaobao began to enter the topic slowly: "Bo Xin, which room does en'en live in?"

She first threw out Bo en en, in order to naturally lead to Bo Jia Yan.

"It's on the third floor. Come on." Bo Xin led the way and they went up to the third floor.

There was a kind of cold silence in the corridor. Standing at the entrance of the stairs, miaobao felt a little flustered. She seemed to feel the chill on Bo Jiayan. She could not help asking, "does Bo Jiayan also live on this floor?"

"Yes."

If so, his popularity is too strong. At this time, people are not there, and the living environment is also affected by his own domineering atmosphere.

It's called aftertaste!

Bo Xin added: "he lives in the opposite door of en en, mumbling, this is en's room, this is my cousin's room. On the third floor, there are only two of them. "

"Oh, it's quiet." With a faint smile, meow Bao's eyes stayed on the door of Bo Jiayan's room for a while.

The two walked around on the third floor, with some succulent plants growing on the large terrace at the end of the aisle.

After appreciating it for a while, Miao Bao said, "the master is not here. Let's leave and go for a walk in the garden."

If she and Demi want to steal, they must be familiar with the surrounding situation.

Bo Xin naturally didn't expect meow Bao's thoughts, so he took her downstairs and took a walk in the garden.

Engaged in the "steal" industry, the concept of space conversion is very clear. There is no need for Bo Xin to say anything more. Miaobao has already drawn a sketch of the house in his heart. Standing in the flower path, he looks at a large terrace on the third floor. As soon as the space changes, miaobao has determined that it is Bo Jiayan's room.

The surrounding environment, meow treasure also secretly remember in mind.

After visiting Bo's house, Bo Xin shook his hand and felt a little cold.

He slightly swallowed his throat and took the opportunity to say, "Po, your hands are so cold. Shall we go in?"

Purpose, some small deep meaning

Miao Bao naturally understands that men, no matter how much they like you, are always thinking about that.

But when the business was done, miaobao nodded: "well, go and visit your room."

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continue in the evening!

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