Kiss You, Sweetheart

But these two days, Bo Jiayan and Bo en'en had no contact at all, and even he didn't give Bo en any light. She was completely transparent in front of him.

Until the night before returning home.

Bo en took a short time to give him a bath. There is a public bathroom downstairs, and so on. Every day you enjoy the comfortable bubble bath here, which is more enjoyable than human beings.

Bo en rubbed its body carefully and gently.

And so on, looking at Bo en with watery eyes, licking her hand from time to time, very dependent on her. Bo en gently rubbed it, and so on, occasionally slightly closed his eyes, it is a special enjoyment.

Wash, dry, Bo en En will wait out of the bathtub, plug in the hair dryer: "wait, don't move, en My sister will dry your hair so that you can sleep

And so on obediently fell on Bo en en's knee, let it "rub round pinch flat".

And so on, although there is a lot of hair, it is small. After a few strong winds, the body is basically dry. Bo en took it back to the basket in the utility room and gently stroked it for a while.

"Dear, we are going home tomorrow. Look at you, how lucky you are to live in the palace." Bo en's mouth rises and smiles, though, she just lives in the dormitory But also in the palace.

"Well, my sister will heat you a cup of milk before going to bed. After drinking it, go to sleep."

Wait a minute. I'm very good.

"It's really sensible, baby."

Bo en stood up, opened the door of the utility room and was ready to go to the kitchen to warm the milk. She gently closed the door, buttoned it, but released it again, revealing a crack.

There were servants in the kitchen, as if they were making hot dogs. Bo en smelled the fragrance.

Because of the language barrier, Bo did not ask who it was made for. Anyway, it's either for Bo Jiayan or for Ming Yanyao.

However, Ming yankuo had dinner in the evening. At this point, she should not be hungry.

So, it's for bochayan?

Bo en's eyebrows closed slightly.

This evening, Ming Yanyao didn't have dinner with Bo Jiayan. Now, as Ming Yanyao's bodyguard, she can't know whether Bo Jiayan had dinner.

If it's for him, what did he do at dinner?

These days, she has no contact with him. She will return to China tomorrow. Can she stay with him?

Bo en en's thoughts wandered as he watched his servant give him hot milk.

Ming Yankui has helped her a lot. She can't wait to die. Maybe she can take the initiative.

Bowen sighed. The servant put the hot milk on a silver tray and was ready to send it away with the hot dog. Bowen stopped her.

Although the language is difficult, but the body language is always interlinked.

After a while, Bo en determined that the snack was for Bo Jiayan. She motioned for the food to be delivered.

She was the prince's bodyguard, and the servant didn't force her to give the tray to Bo en.

Make a good effort to leave a good impression on him in the last time.

Bo en en carries delicious food upstairs, which is a kind of torture to those who nest in the basket. His eyes suddenly brightened and he smelled the smell of hot milk. As soon as he got excited, he ran out of the basket, squeezed his little body out of the crack in the door and went upstairs looking for the smell.

At that time, Bo en en was just around the corner, and he caught a glimpse of him limping up the stairs.