Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo Xiao was silent. He knows her cooking and has always been very good.

He nodded and turned away, cold.

Bo Xi's smile faded, but soon she forced herself to improve her mood. His heart has been bitter enough, she can no longer depressed a face, affect his mood.

Always, he is such a lonely person, isn't he?

It's just the beginning. One day, he will be gentle.

Bo Xi lifted her breath, injected herself with a shot of cardiotonic, picked up the spatula on the stove and turned over the dishes in the pot.

Bo Xiao went to the wine cabinet and looked at the empty wine bottles with a dark look.

He sat on the bar stool and played with an empty glass.

Why did Boehner tell Boehner the secret of his living here? In the past, today?

He twisted his eyebrows and felt a little bit bad.

Bo Xi put the food on the table and called to Bo Xiao: "little uncle, have dinner."

Thin night put down the wine cup in hand, light said: "no appetite."

Bossie paused and walked towards him. Bo Xiao was about to go to the bedroom. She grabbed him and said, "little uncle, you must eat something. After drinking so much wine, how can you do without eating? Your stomach can't stand it.

My porridge is very thick. You can eat some of it. "

Bo Xiao looks at Bo Xi's wrist and smokes, but Bo Xi doesn't move. His eyes are braver than ever.

Her whole body was firm.

"I won't let you torture yourself like this. The body is your own, little uncle. Who cares if you don't care? "

Thin night didn't draw a hand again, he looked at the sky, ah a breath, light "Er" a.

I finally agreed.

Bo Xi smiles happily and pulls Bo Xiao to the dining table. Her eyes are full of light.

Bo Xi takes care of Bo Xiao to eat, and constantly brings food to him. Watching him eat his own food, Bo Xi feels very happy.

Although once at home, he also ate her cooking, but that is what she cooked for the whole family. Like today, it's the first time for Bo Xiao to eat alone, so she is very happy to watch him eat.

"Little uncle, eat more." She brought him vegetables.

"Enough." Bo Xiao blocks off Bo Xi's chopsticks. He has finished a bowl of porridge and doesn't plan to eat another bowl.

His tone was cold, and Bo Qian subconsciously took back her chopsticks and put the dishes in her bowl.

She knew that he was not a compulsive person. He said enough, it must be enough.

Bo Xiao stood up, went to the balcony, looked at the thick night, smoked a cigarette.

In that way, she was so sad that she lost her appetite in an instant.

She quickly drank the rest of the porridge in the bowl and put the rest of the food away in the kitchen.

After she cleaned up the kitchen and table, Bo Xiao was still standing on the balcony, lonely all over.

Bo Xi slowly walked over, holding the door frame of the French window, gently called out: "little uncle."

Bo Xiao has smoked several cigarettes, four to all tobacco flavor.

When he heard the voice, he didn't look back. He just said, "sissy, go back."

"Little uncle, how can I go back safely when you are like this?"

"I'm fine. I'm sober." Thin night turns around slowly, stares at her, the tone is firm, "you go back."

"Little uncle..."

"Sissy!" Bo Xiao accentuated his tone.