Kiss You, Sweetheart

"That's a must. If I marry someone else, I'll get married. We will marry me sooner or later, so let's not spend it. " Qi shaoxun hugged her, "I know you still have a shadow in your heart, but it doesn't matter. I will cure you."

"Shaoxun..." Bo en en listened and wanted to cry. "I'm in a mess now. Can you wait for me for a while longer?"

"Wait." Qi shaoxun breathed a sigh of relief, helpless and spoiled, but his tone was firm, "dare I say not? It's one step away from the dawn. I can wait as long as I want. "

Bo en light smile, did not speak.

Qi shaoxun Wen looked at her and stroked her porcelain like face with big hands. His whole heart was full of love.

Bo en was a little embarrassed, covered his lips and yawned, pretending to be sleepy: "I'm so tired."

"Well, sleep." Qi shaoxun helped her lie down, covered the quilt for her again, and gave her a kiss on the forehead, "good night, baby."

"Good night."

Qi shaoxun left a wall lamp for her and left quietly.

But Bo en didn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned for a long time. He was awake. He got out of bed, found out his nightgown and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

suddenly wanted to take a bath. Bo en filled the bathtub with water, with a few drops of rose essence and a room of fragrance. The little body was wrapped in warm water and was comfortable all over.

Bo en leaned against the wall of the bathtub, his thoughts floating. A lot of things, piecemeal emerge in my mind.

When she thought of Bo Jiayan's desk calendars full of red hearts, she suddenly felt a little pain in her heart, and her nose was sour.

Little uncle

The reason why Qi shaoxun didn't agree was because of these three words. Everything else was an excuse.

I can't put it down in my heart, but I have to put it down in reality, which makes me feel so miserable. Bo en was sighing a little, when he heard the sound of footsteps.

Her body shrunk in the bathtub, a trace of vigilance surged up: "who?"

No one answered, but the footsteps became clearer and clearer. In her bedroom, they stopped.

Thief?

Bo en was so flustered that she got up from the bathtub and pulled the towel around her body. She walked over and pressed the doorknob gently. As soon as her courage came, she pushed it fiercely.

The wall lamp in the bedroom is dimly shining on a figure.

He was sitting by her bed with a cigarette in his mouth, his hands slightly closed, and he was about to start the fire.

His low cold eyes slightly raised, then and surprised Bo en en on the face, he did not say anything, just a good posture to light the smoke, and then took a breath, exhaled, quietly watching it float away.

The whole person looks so sad and distressing.

"Little uncle..." Bo en's throat choked.

Bo Jiayan's two fingers were holding a cigarette, and he gently hung down. His other hand stretched out toward Bo en en, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. His face was very soft.

"Come here." He said.

Night, always soft.

Looking at bochayan's hand, all the resistance of bochayan was engulfed by the emotion in her heart. Like a cup, she walked towards bochayan and stood in front of him.

Just now, she thought that he had been painting peach hearts for her for four years, and when he was moved, he appeared. How could Bo en's heart not be soft.

Plus, seeing him smoking so melancholy, she was in pain.

He is her, so deeply in love with the man!

Bo en can't help but put his hand in the palm of Bo Jiayan's hand.