Kiss You, Sweetheart

The body is so thin and small, twisted in the hands have no weight, but the chest is magnificent, nutrition is absorbed there!

When I was a child, a seedling just grew into a crooked neck tree, ah!

Bo en slowly got into the car, and Bo Jiayan started the car with a cold face. The air-conditioning in the car is very good. Coupled with his iceberg, it's so cold.

The atmosphere, for a while, was dignified and dreary, like a lead cloud on his head, which made Bo en feel restless.

She took the initiative to say: "little uncle, this is not the way to the airport."

"Not by plane."

"What's that for?"

Bo Jiayan was silent, as if she thought her question was idiotic.

Bo en curls his mouth. Why do you look down on people. Actually, it takes only two hours to get back to s city by plane. It's him who has to drive for more than ten hours!

The car kept silent and the temperature kept falling.

Bo en was so lively that he couldn't stand the cold. He twisted around like a long needle and felt uncomfortable. But Bo Jiayan saw her as a transparent person, driving with a cold face and no squint.

Finally, Bo en couldn't catch a glimpse. He leaned back on the chair and looked at Bo Jiayan in a low voice: "little uncle, do you hate me?"

"No

"You think I'm bad?"

"No

"No, why don't you talk to me?"

Bo Jiayan didn't answer and refused to be cold.

The man of duplicity, clearly hate her, even don't want to talk to her, everyone thinks she is a bad girl.

The grandmother and grandfather who loved her the most are gone, and their biological parents are dead. Who will love her? Who will understand that her little wildness is not bad, but a little rebellion that every child will experience in adolescence.

No one! What else is she doing?

A tear flashed in Bo en's eyes and he looked out of the window. She rubbed off her sandals and put her legs on the console. Although the trousers are at the knees, Bo en's legs are dazzling white, straight, slim and beautiful.

This action, finally attracted Bo Jiayan's attention, eyes with ice like, shot over, tone coldly: "put down."

Bo en didn't move: "it's so comfortable."

"Yes, you are a girl!"

The corner of Bo en's mouth provoked a sneer, and deliberately straightened his chest toward Bo Jiayan, with a stubborn tone: "the characteristics are very obvious."

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

He is too lazy to talk about it.

Bo en took his eyes away from him, a little lost.

At the age of six, the little uncle who held her in his arms and protected her was gone. The man beside him was a strange iceberg.

She remembered that he had loved her, that he had saved her life, that they were all family members with the same family name, so she indulged a little in front of him, but he couldn't bear it.

Bo en'en felt a slight pain in her heart. She put down her leg, turned to her side, and lay facing the window. A tear fell from the corner of her eye. She gently wiped it with her finger and glanced at it, not wanting to let people know that she was crying.

She never cries in front of people. Children without parents, who do you cry for?

His nose turned sour and Bo en closed his eyes. Suddenly, I don't want to go back to Bo's home.