Kiss You, Sweetheart

In the end is a long mature!

Bo Jiayan looked at her flowing figure and sighed softly. I don't know what to do with this little girl's face.

Bo en en eating steamed dumplings, mm-hmm two: "really delicious, so many years, the family did not change the cook, or that flavor."

These were all made by the cook at home, and then came in thermos bottles. He knew that when she was lazy, she didn't like to eat breakfast or just eat something to deal with.

Bo Jiayan walked over and sat down in front of Bo en, with a paralyzed face.

Bo en saw that there was another pair of chopsticks on the table. He thought that Bo Jiayan certainly didn't eat either, so he handed them to him with a smile.

Bo Jiayan hesitated to take it, but he had no appetite. He picked up a small cage bag and finally fell into Bo en's bowl.

"Little uncle, I'll take it myself. You can eat it." Bo en's heart was full of laughter.

But the more she smiles, the more she makes Bo Jiayan angry. She clearly knew that his heart was blocked and that all his depression was due to her, but she pretended to be ignorant.

"Well, I really want to go to your heart to have a look. What are you thinking?" Bocha's voice sank.

Bo en en put a steamed dumpling in his mouth and looked naive: "I'm thinking about how to work well, how to master K language, how to..."

"Yes Bocayan interrupted her deeply, "do you know how happy I was when you jumped into my arms that day?

Listen to you say you can't lose me, my mood is really indescribable, think you finally change your mind. But after you get off the plane, you change again. En en, what's the matter with you? What are you hesitating about? Are we related by blood?

Those, I have put them away, I don't care. I said, in four years, I can give you whatever you want. "

Bo en's heart trembled, but his face pouted: "little uncle, don't affect my eating."

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

"You eat." He sighed.

Bo en en continued to eat, although she could not eat at this time, Bo Jia Yan's words hit her heart, both painful and happy.

But she had to pretend to be indifferent and finish her breakfast.

As long as she shows a little sadness, Bo Jiayan will see through her mind.

But bochayan quickly added, "well, don't force me to use a strong one."

Bo en en

"Little uncle, it's working time. Don't talk about personal matters."

"I'll take you off today."

Bo en en

She took chopsticks to pick and pick in dried bean curd, pink lips pouted like a touch of temptation waiting for someone to kiss, "little uncle, as the president, we should have a clear distinction between public and private..."

I really hate her "innocent and meaningless" appearance. Looking at her pink lips open and close, Bo Jiayan directly stretched out his hand to pull her. As soon as he straightened, he pressed her over. The chair rolled over and Bo en was pressed on the ground.

Fortunately, there was a thick carpet on the floor, and it didn't hurt.

But at this time, like a wolf who has been hungry for a long time, Bo Jiayan recklessly presses Bo en'en, kisses her soft and sweet lips, and sucks deeply like punishment

A strong hatred poured into her mouth. It was as fierce as a storm, but it was exciting and exciting