Kiss You, Sweetheart

In front of the French window, Ming Yanyao stood up with a long body. The large palace curtains set off his posture, which was particularly noble and dignified.

He turned around slowly, his eyes swept over Bo Jiayan's neck without any trace, and the corners of his mouth gently drew a smile, then extended his hand: "Bo Shao, please sit down."

Bo Jiayan raised his lips slightly, gathered his clothes and sat down.

Ming Yankui sat opposite Bo Jiayan, looked at his cold face, and gave a low smile: "I don't know why, the first time I saw Bo Shao today, I had an indescribable feeling of kindness. I don't know if Bo Shao has the same feeling? "

Bo Jiayan maintained the upward radian of his lips, and his voice was faint: "your second highness is very approachable."

Ming Yanyang did not speak with a smile. Bo Jiayan's reply was more or less official. He snapped his fingers, and a waiter brought in drinks. They clinked glasses and had a shallow conversation, but some political affairs.

The topic naturally goes to the totem around the neck of bochayan.

Ming Yanyao did not say a word, as if casually asked: "thin little neck pendant, very unique."

Bo Jiayan's eyes drooped slightly and didn't care: "my amulet has been worn since I was a child."

I've been wearing it since I was a child

Ming Yanyao gracefully holds the wine glass and gently turns her wrist, as if appreciating the red wine. Corner of the mouth, up, smile slightly cold.

At the bottom of my eyes, there was a flash of light.

Ming Yande praised the amulet. After Liao counted the words, Bo Jiayan got up and left.

Ming Yanyao stood up and took bochayan to the door.

"I'll have a banquet later, and I'm looking forward to a few more drinks with Bo Shao."

"It's a pleasure." Bocayan nodded and left.

Ming Yankui looked at his figure, eyes deep, handsome face, showing a complex look. Bo Jiayan's lofty posture is elegant and firm, showing an air of awe.

Is he really the man his father has been looking for?

A touch of warmth in Ming Yanyao Lengjun's face, a flash, immediately restored to the usual high cold, he casually to the side of a bodyguard low said: "come in."

The bodyguard followed him into the room. Ming yanmao stood beside the sofa and said, "search it."

"Yes, your highness."

The bodyguard saluted decently, then put on a pair of white gloves, bent down and searched carefully on the sofa.

Finally, he picked up a short hair with tweezers and raised it in front of Ming Yanyao: "second highness, you see."

Ming Yande looked at it lightly and said, "put it away."

"Yes, your highness."

The bodyguard carefully put the hair into a small paper box.

Ming Yanyao hung his head slightly and walked out of the lounge slowly.

Another bodyguard came in, took a white handkerchief, carefully checked the sofa and the place where Ming yanmao had sat, and carefully wiped the wine glass he had used, leaving no chance for people to get the prince's DNA.

Ming Yankui came to the banquet hall and swept around. He didn't find Bo Jiayan. He called a bodyguard and asked, "where's Bo Jiayan?"

Bodyguard low said: "it seems to go to the back garden."

At that time, Ming Yankui did not appear in the middle of the banquet hall, only hidden in a small corner, did not attract everyone's attention. Or someone noticed him, but because of his noble status, no one dared to talk to him.

Ming Yanyao's eyes drooped lightly and turned to walk towards the back garden.