Kiss You, Sweetheart

After a while, she handed the bag to song Lifang.

Song Lifang took out a card and gave it to Bo en: "baby, take it to buy what you want to buy. In the future, your pocket money will be saved in this card by grandma from time to time."

"Thank you, grandma." Bo en hugs song Lifang and kisses her, which makes song Lifang happy.

At this time, the driver Wang Bo came over and saluted the two owners: "madam, little miss, the car is ready."

"Then I'll go. Goodbye, grandma." Bo en waved.

"Come back early." Song Lifang's care and advice.

People in their sixties are still elegant, well maintained and elegant. Song Lifang has a quarter of the mixed blood system, so her facial features are very three-dimensional.

Bo Jiayan inherited her mixed race gene, and her facial features were carved like a knife and axe. Bo en en can't help feeling her nose. Although it doesn't collapse, it's not as good as Bo Jiayan. Isn't she a child of Bo's family?

When Wang Bo sent Bo en en to Huafu square, Bo Jiayan had already arrived.

The sun is in the sky, but he stands upright on the side of the road, outstanding, like the sun can not compete with him for half of the light. Bo en was sitting in the car, looking at him through the window.

At that moment, Bo Jiayan's cold and uninhibited posture was permanently engraved in her heart, which surprised her. What a dazzling little uncle, perfect to be impeccable.

Looking back many years later, probably at that time, she fell in love with bocayan.

Wang Bo stopped and got out of the car quickly. He opened the car door for Bo en en, and then bent over Bo Jia Yan: "young master."

Bochayan answered softly.

After the ceremony, Uncle Wang drove away.

Bo en en walked slowly towards Bo Jiayan, staring at him all the time. In her mind, Bo Kun's words "they are not related by blood" echoed all the time. Her feeling in her heart is different from that in the past.

Bo Jiayan didn't seem to notice the difference in her eyes, or he did, but he didn't want to go deep into it. His tone was light: "why don't you hold an umbrella?"

At this time, noon is the hottest time of the day.

"Forget it." Bo en smiles a little.

"Let's go." Bogayan thought she was slow, so he stretched out his hand to pull her.

On a hot day, the two hands held each other, very hot. Some sweat came out of their palms, some wet.

Bo en'en walked a little behind Bo Jiayan, staring at his hand all the time. Her hand is so small, wrapped by his hand, like a small treasure, he takes care of it.

His long years of military life, the skin was a kind of bronze, contrast her exposed in his big hand that wrist, particularly white and delicate.

One hard and one soft Bo en's heart, slightly jumped.

The action of holding hands between them is also normal. But in the past, there was no special feeling, just that his hands were warm, giving her a warm and down-to-earth feeling.

But now, he wrapped her hand, the hot heat seemed to burn Bo en en's heart, there was a trace of uncontrollable palpitation.

That kind of feeling, as if it was no longer the little uncle holding the little niece's hand, but

Bo en en didn't dare to think about it. She peeked at Bo Jiayan's look. Serious, cold, the surface of the resolute contour line, outlines a cold arrogance.