Kiss You, Sweetheart

She wants Bo Xi to save Bo Xiao and take his mind away from her.

Because, in her whole life, she has no way to respond to his love, never.

Bo en dials Bo Xi's cell phone.

"Yes." Bo Xi's voice is still so low.

"Sister Sisi..." Bo en called, stopped for a moment and said, "you want to know Where does Bo Xiao live? "

……

Bo en finished the call, went to the bar, and helped Bo Xiao up from the ground.

Her strength is also really good, thin and small, even the thin night dragged to the bed, but also tired enough.

She sat on the floor panting, her thoughts empty.

Until there was a knock on the door.

It should be Bo Xi. Bo en got up from the ground and went to open the door. If it was Bo Xi, she was eager.

"Little uncle."

"I got it into bed."

Bo Xi hurried to Bo Xiao's bedroom and looked at the man lying on the bed. Tears came out immediately. She covered her mouth and looked at Bo Xiao with heartache in her eyes.

"Living under the same roof with him for so long, I never saw him drunk." Bo Xi slowly walked over and knelt down beside Bo Xiao's bed. She took his hand and kissed her lips. "How hard was he forced to make himself paralyzed?"

Bo en didn't know what to say. He took a breath and said, "sister sissy, take care of him when you come. I'm leaving."

Bo Xi raised her eyes and gave Bo en a gentle smile: "thank you, en en."

Bo en light Yang smile: "seize the opportunity."

Bo Qian was stunned and nodded a little shyly.

……

Bo Xiao didn't get drunk for long. Just as it was getting dark, he woke up, but his head was still heavy.

Open eyes, looking at the ceiling, a little dazed.

He can't remember how he got to bed. Did Bo en help him to bed? He remembered that Bo en was drinking with him, but there were some links in the middle that he could not remember.

Thin night to support the body to sit up, the corners of the mouth light hook smile, didn't expect thin en en thin, strength unexpectedly so big, can get him to bed.

The door of the bedroom is open, the light in the living room and the sound of knives in the kitchen.

Bo en is cooking?

Can't she cook?

Thin night can't take care of the head, still some dizziness sink, got out of bed.

A bedroom door, they smell the smell of food, some empty stomach, smell the smell, can not help but have a sense of hunger.

I don't know if she can eat the food she cooked.

Thin night's corner of the mouth, still smile, standing in the kitchen door, thin lips slightly open, that "en" word has not export, then fiercely shut.

Bocci was turning around, so he saw her face, not the face he had imagined.

Thin night a face of amazement, blinked several eyes, think oneself read wrong.

But, standing in front of him, is indeed Bo Xi.

She wore an apron and a smile on the corner of her mouth. She looked like a virtuous little wife.

"Little uncle, you wake up."

Thin night slightly hang head, have no what facial expression, light say: "en en en tell you?"

"Well." Bo Xi did not hide, smart as he, naturally can guess.

She forced herself to ignore the little coldness on Bo Xiao's face and said in a warm voice, "little uncle, you can have dinner soon. They are all light dishes, suitable for nourishing your stomach."