Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo Jiayan put it aside and asked casually: "by the way, is your suspected bamboo horse still in touch with you?"

Bo en was stunned. According to Bo Jiayan's character, he would not mention an unrelated person for no reason. Combined with the mysterious phone call just now, Bo en felt a little tight in his heart, and his tone was a little more urgent: "has something happened to him?"

Bo Jiayan looked at her quietly. Those micro expressions could not escape his keen observation.

"Don't you think he's Mo Chong? Why are you so nervous? "

Bo en browed: "what do you mean, little uncle, do you doubt me?"

With a smile, he took Bo en en's hand and put her in his arms. Wen Yan flattered him: "can I doubt you? I just suddenly think of this person and ask at will.

However, since he is not Mo Chong, I don't think you have contacted him. "

"Is there something wrong with this suspected Mo Chong?"

"No Bocha Yanjing said, "well, let's not mention irrelevant people. Let's go home. "

Bo en en had a ghost in her heart. Since Bo Jiayan took the initiative to stop talking, she didn't ask any more.

When they returned to their apartment, Bo Jiayan went to the study to deal with some business. Bo en en took a bath, lay in bed and watched a movie on his iPad, then fell asleep.

She was wearing suspender pajamas. When Bo Jiayan came in, her snow-white shoulders were exposed. Her black pajamas, thin as Chan's wings, vaguely revealed that she had nothing to wear.

Every night, I have to endure such temptation.

Bo Jia gently breathed a sigh, climbed to bed, gently lay down, habitually put Bo en en in his arms. Warm arm, to Bo en's waist, the soft feeling of someone's belly, Li Ji let Bo Jiayan jump up a hot.

Bo en en's soft and cloud like hair exudes fragrance at his nose, penetrates into his heart, stretches out his claws, and stirs up his body wantonly.

This little girl has always been a goblin. He can't help it.

The hot chest was close to Bo en's back, and her hands were not honest enough to lift her pajamas. The scorching temperature woke Bo en up.

"Little uncle..." Half asleep and half awake, Bo en whispered, "why?"

Her voice was full of flattery. When she heard Bo Jiayan's itching, she was even more excited.

"Nothing." As he spoke in a low voice, Bo Jiayan branded the kisses one by one in Bo en's neck socket.

Bo en shrunk his neck ticklishly.

The last bit of sleepiness was also lost by Bo Jiayan.

In my heart, I sighed and felt sorry for the man around me. It's hard for him to endure so hard every night.

Every night can only be such a kiss, hug, touch the next dry addiction

Feeling guilty again, Bo en en turned around and lay down in front of Bo Jiayan. They stretched their arms around his neck and hugged each other tightly. Bo Jiayan's lingering kiss fell on her lips very quickly.

And Bo en felt guilty, so he responded that his heart was not wilting.

The more she wanted to be enthusiastic, the less she could. Those resistances, as if they were deeply rooted in her body, came out of her body at this time and resisted the deeper approach of bhagaya.