Kiss You, Sweetheart

But now Bo enen asked him whether to drink soup, but he deserved to be so gentle.

Song Lifang also saw the change of Bo Jiayan. His refusal, just let Zhou Yumei small embarrassment, or she resolved.

At this time, he let Bo en en give him soup, more or less seemed to hit Zhou Yumei's face.

There was a slight stagnation in the air, and song Lifang didn't say anything at this time.

However, Bo en'en's action has successfully stopped Zhou Chengfu's "speech". He is an old fox. He can't see through these little details.

On the surface,

the soup bowl was very small, so Bo Jiayan finished it in a few mouthfuls.

Bo en then asked, "it's delicious, isn't it, little uncle? Have another bowl."

Bo Jiayan was slightly stunned, but he soon understood what little girl was thinking. On the table a strength of praise Zhou Yumei, just pull her and himself together, the little girl in the heart is not happy, take him out.

Bo Jiayan also followed her little coquetry, lightly hooked a lower lip.

Bo en en impolitely gave him another bowl of soup, and Bo Jiayan drank it naturally.

Then Bo en en gave him the third bowl. Song Lifang couldn't see it any more and said softly, "en en, your little uncle is so thirsty?"

"His favorite drink is soup." Bo en's innocent smile. This sentence is again slapping Zhou Yumei's face.

I like soup best. I just refused her to give him soup.

Bo Jiayan drank the soup in silence.

However, Bo en did not give him a fourth bowl of soup. That's enough. Besides, grandma has a little reaction.

Not fun, Bo en en stood up: "grandparents, uncles and aunts, you eat slowly, I went back to my room to do my homework."

Aunt, Zhou Yumei's mouth was lightly smiling, not angry.

"Go ahead." Song Lifang said that in fact, she also noticed Bo en en's name and gave her a look.

Bo en pulled away his chair. Just as he was about to step, he stopped and said to Bo Jia, "by the way, little uncle, I can't do several questions..."

"Well, let me show you." Bo Jiayan understood. He took the opportunity to stand up, and he was slightly polite. Without saying anything, he went out of the dining room with Bo en en.

"Jia Yan is really a good uncle." Zhou Chengfu said with a smile.

Zhou Yumei was silent.

When they got to the third floor, bochayan, who was walking behind, reached out to pull bochayan, but she threw him away. As soon as she entered the door, Bo Xiaoniu sat on the sofa with her face smelling.

Bo Jiayan gently closed the door, went to Bo en en, sat down, swept her shoulder, and put her in his arms.

"Give me so much soup and stink?" He said in a warm voice, "grandma doesn't speak. Are you going to give me the whole bowl of soup?"

"Yes." Bo en was uncomfortable and didn't stick to Bo Jiayan, "anyway, you are hungry and thirsty."

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

"Mean."

"It's stingy to like you." Bo en's face turned to one side and looked sad. "You say, with such a perfect rival around me, how can I not be stingy? If I'm a little bit generous, you'll be robbed by her. "

"You talk nonsense all day."

"I don't believe that you men, when you see a perfect woman like Zhou Yumei, will not be moved. You should like a wild girl like me."

"I don't like wild girls." Bo Jiayan used a little force to encircle her so that she could not move.