Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

Song Li frowned and looked foolishly at the bag in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the boy who sent her supper had turned back to his room.

How did he know I was hungry? Unexpectedly, he bought a dessert and looked at the exquisite mousse cake in the box. Ali closed his eyes and sniffed happily.

It smells good!

"Eat!"

After eating two mouthfuls, she turned her head and looked at the man on the bed. Her beautiful apricot eyes narrowed slightly, "Xiaochi, you sleep first! I'll accompany you right after supper."

The thin cold pool had no reaction at all, and the breath was gentle and long.

When Song Li finished supper, it was already more than 12 a.m. and she hurried to the bathroom to wash.

Half an hour later, Ali lay in bed.

To be exact, she lay like a corpse beside brother Bo, with her hands outside the quilt.

The light in the room was turned off by her hand. It was dark and could not be seen. But from time to time, Ali looked around at brother Bo. He couldn't see anything.

However, she still grinned and smiled contentedly.

I don't know how long she lay, Ali still couldn't sleep. She simply turned over and lay on her side in the direction of brother Bo.

In that case, as soon as she opened her eyes, she could see him.

"Xiaochi, your wife is so beautiful. I can't sleep now. What can I do?"

For brother Bo, who was so drunk that he was flirting with him, Ali was not happy with this and that. He wrote and directed by himself and had to act by himself. He didn't feel hard at all, but he still had more to say.

"Xiaochi, I want to kiss you..."

Then, after only hearing the sound of "Bo", Ali pursed her lips and smiled both contentedly and happily.

"Xiaochi, I'm asleep! Good night."

……

"I've made up my mind. I'd like to go back to Shen's house."

When the boy said this, he seemed to be on the edge of collapse. His thin body was tight, his eyes closed slowly, and his fingers holding the mobile phone tightened gradually.

The middle-aged man at the other end of the mobile phone suddenly smiled, and Shen Muning could hear his hearty laughter.

"Muning, from now on, you are the young master of our Shen family. No one dares to bully you."

After a pause, the middle-aged man said, "by the way, when are you free to come back to the old house for a casual meal and let your grandfather see you, too? He has missed you for many years."

"I can't spare time recently. I'll contact you when I'm free."

"Then I'll wait for your news."

……

After hanging the thread, the boy tightened his fist, his knuckles turned blue, and his veins were exposed on the back of his hands.

The temperature in the room was not high, but his forehead kept sweating.

After a while, he finally calmed down the emotion in his heart.

After that night, the boy had another identity, the precious young master of the imperial capital family Shen.

That night, the boy had that nightmare again.

In the middle of the night, he woke up from his dream, gasped, and his emaciated body trembled violently, like chaff.

The short black hair was wet with sweat, and beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks.

Drop by drop, on his clavicle.

After sitting at the head of the bed for a while, he lay back, his eyes wide open, staring at the monotonous ceiling.

The boy didn't dare to close his eyes and sleep again for fear that he would fall into that terrible nightmare again.

Dawn will break.

Excited for half a night, Song Li couldn't hold on and fell asleep until the second half of the night.

So that the next morning, as soon as she opened her eyes, she was stabbed by a dazzling sun, subconsciously closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she seemed to have adapted to this light.

At the same time, Ali also remembered that there should be a man in bed besides her.

She glanced around.

Anyone here? Does brother Bo feel ashamed to see her and leave without saying goodbye while she is asleep?

"Little girl, are you looking for me?"

A low voice suddenly sounded.

Song Li's heart jumped and subconsciously raised his head. At a glance, he saw the man pestling at the end of the bed.

He should have just come out of the bathroom. He tied a wide bath towel around his waist. His short hair was still wet. Water droplets rolled down from the tip of his hair and slid down his chest with clear texture stripes.

The bath towel that has not entered the waist, leaving only a very light trace.

The little girl swallowed her saliva hard and felt a sudden heat flow from her nose.

Uh?

She reached for it.

what the fuck!

Blood

She has a nosebleed.

For a moment, Song Li was so excited that he couldn't even speak coherently.

She pulled the corners of her mouth awkwardly, and a small white and tender face turned red. "I... I have a nosebleed. The weather must be too dry, right! It must be like this, ha ha!"

"Brother Bo, sit down first and I'll wash in the bathroom."

With that, Ali immediately got out of bed, forgot to wear his slippers, and hurriedly ran to the bathroom.

However, she ran out a few steps and was stopped by brother Bo pestling at the end of the bed.

The man took a smoke from the corner of his mouth, held back his smile and said, "the bathroom is very slippery. Put on your slippers first."

Song Li immediately lowered his head, but he didn't want the nosebleed to flow faster. Accidentally, several drops fell on the carpet.

The Yan red blood opened in an instant.

She was stunned and quickly reached out to block her nostrils.

Looking at the little girl at a loss, Bo Hanchi sighed helplessly, covered her nose with the paper towel prepared early in the morning, and then helped her to the bathroom.

He held it lightly with one hand, picked up a handful of water, and then slapped Ali on the forehead and back neck.

So repeatedly.

For a while, the man gathered his eyes and asked softly, "little girl, are you better?"

Song Li covered his nose and gave a gentle hum.

It's a shame this time!

One morning, I had nosebleed when I saw him. It's obvious to tell him that she was fascinated by him!

Looking at the little girl who had been hanging her head and was in a low mood, Bo Hanchi picked her eyebrows, her thin lips raised a good-looking radian, and her smile slowly fainted at the bottom of his eyes. "I feel ashamed?"

Ali lowered his head and said nothing.

"No shame, really, no shame at all. You see, the weather is dry and the air is dry in this season. Of course, the nasal cavity, as the only way of air, becomes dry.

Coupled with the fragile capillaries in the nasal cavity, nosebleed will become very normal. "

In order not to be ashamed of the little girl, Bo Hanchi did not hesitate to explain from life common sense.

Song Li was stunned and looked at him suspiciously.

Then she saw him smile.

Ali felt wronged in an instant. A pair of thorough eyes were filled with water mist. He looked at the man in front of him angrily and angrily, sobbed and complained, "brother Bo, you bully me!"