Kiss You, Sweetheart

It was like that morning when he held her in his arms.

The cells of the whole body get peace, and Bo en soon fell asleep.

……

The vast blue sea, a few gulls in the sea beautiful flight. Waves gently beating the golden beach, Bo en en dressed in a white dress, bare white feet, facing the sea breeze, running in the seaside.

A head of green silk long hair, like seaweed in general, flying gently in the wind, elegant and smart.

Bo Jiayan stands not far away, straight posture, showing a man's unique masculinity.

"Little uncle." Boone ran to him with her skirt in her hand.

The morning light shrouded his extraordinary body. He slowly turned around and gently raised a smile to Bo en, dazzled Bo en's eyes.

"En en, your long hair is so beautiful..."

He stretched out his hand to her, and Bo en put his hand into Bo Jiayan's hand. He gently pulled it, and Bo en put it on his chest.

Bochayan's head slowly lowered and gently touched her lips.

But then

Beauty, beauty, handsome guy calls, beauty, beauty, handsome guy calls

The sharp bell suddenly split the dream into pieces, and the words and kisses of Bocha disappeared.

Bo en suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. His brain was still not clear.

In the pocket of my pajamas, my cell phone is screaming.

She just came back to herself. It was her cell phone ring.

Ni Mei, who called her so early, she didn't kiss Bo Jiayan.

Bo en was angry and took out his mobile phone. He just wanted to scold the caller, but when he saw the words "little uncle", he felt soft.

It's really a dream of Cao Cao. Cao Cao is coming.

She quickly connected the phone, sweet called: "little uncle."

"What are you doing?" Bochayan's voice was low.

"In Take a walk in the garden. " Bo en said as she lifted her wrist and looked at her watch. It was more than ten o'clock, and she slept so soundly!

If you let him know that she is in his bed at this time, I don't know how Bo would feel?

"Yes." Bo Jiayan didn't ask any more questions. He paused and said, "en en, do you remember the man with beard yesterday?"

"I remember." "His beard is so distinctive," said Bo

"Draw it and pass it on to me."

"Why, little uncle, he Is he a suspect in the bombing? " There was a little tension in Bo en's voice.

"No Bocha Yanjing said, "it's just elimination. Don't think about it. Can you draw? "

"Yes

"Well, give it to me in half an hour."

"OK, Uncle Uncle Before the last brother-in-law could speak out, Bo Jiayan hung up.

Need to be in such a hurry! Bo en was a little upset. He called early in the morning just for business. He didn't have a redundant greeting.

But thinking of the task given to her by Bo Jiayan, Bo en en did not dare to bear any more. He lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, found the paper and pen from the chest of drawers, sat down at the desk and began to draw carefully.

Soon, she drew a picture of the bearded man on the paper, took a picture with her mobile phone, and sent it to Bo Jiayan through wechat.

The mobile phone is in Bo Jiayan's hand. He's wearing camouflage clothes. He's so handsome.

He clicks on wechat, and then he sees the so-called "portrait" that Bo en en passed to him