Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo Jiayan walked up to her with a smile on the corner of his mouth and looked at her. He picked up the parts one by one in his hand. He didn't have them for a minute, so he loaded the gun to the blind. His posture was cold and handsome.

"Wow!" Bo en en worshiped Bo Jiayan's eyes. Regardless of Qi shaoxun's presence, he held Bo Jiayan's face and gave him a kiss. "Little uncle, you are the best."

Qi shaoxun is touching the trigger finger, light pause a second, then resolutely pull, eyes flashed a cold evil light, right in the red heart, ten rings!

It seems that he is making it clear to Bo en en. Isn't it a small thing to say to him?

But Bo en's mouth was thin.

But Bo Jiayan said, "shaoxun, it's good. It's better than before."

Qi shaoxun a light smile on the corner of his mouth: "it's just luck."

Bo Jiayan didn't speak much either. He put on his earphone, took up his gun and pulled the trigger, which was a ten ring.

“Ye！” Bo en en looked on and cheered, clapped his hands and praised, "little uncle, you're so good."

Looking at Bo en's lively appearance, Bo Jiayan's mouth smile: "dead whip is not powerful." With that, he looked at Qi shaoxun again and said, "here are ten games."

“OK。” Qi shaoxun's face was light and he put on his earmuffs.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang. But in the last two innings, Qi shaoxun played an eight ring and a nine ring.

But Bo Jiayan is all ten rings, slightly better than others.

Qi shaoxun took off his earmuff and said faintly, "I'll say it's luck, or Jiayan, you're powerful."

Bo Jiayan's mouth was smiling, but he didn't say anything.

Bo en en was overjoyed to see that Bo Jiayan had won Qi shaoxun. He grabbed his arm and said, "little uncle, you teach me."

"Good." Bo Jiayan took off his earmuff and put it on Bo en en's head. He carefully helped her put away the size.

With a light arm, he put Bo en in his arms. He didn't mean to avoid in front of Qi shaoxun at all. His expression was intimate and gentle, as if he was embracing the treasure of his life.

"You see, this is a quasi heart. When you fight, you should aim at it..." As Bo Jiayan was saying this, his mobile phone started to shout in his trouser pocket.

He straightened slightly, felt out his mobile phone and saw that it was Qi Xiaocheng.

In the eye son quickly flash a tiny light, then turn around, back to Qi shaoxun, quietly pick up: "say."

Bo Jiayan's low and cold tone made Qi Xiaocheng pause slightly. Ji Er raised his habitual Laughter: "Jiayan, you are practicing your gun."

"Well."

"I'm in the tea house in the garden. I'd like to talk to you about something."

After a little silence, Bocha answered, "OK, I'll be right here."

He hung up the phone, looked at Bo en en still like a model of decent research, walked over, gently took her shoulder, Wen Sheng said: "I'll talk about something, let the coach teach you first."

Bo en en was a little surprised, but seeing that Bo Jiayan was solemn, he knew that he was serious and nodded wisely. It's just Yu Guang takes aim at Qi shaoxun, who is sitting on the sofa. He has a little hiccup in his heart.

He won't do anything to bochayan after he left.

But Bo en en's worry this time is superfluous. When Bo Jiayan greets Qi shaoxun and says he wants to leave for a while, Qi shaoxun also stands up and says, "I'll go out for a breath, too."

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I'm a little busy today. If I can't make up the other two chapters in the evening, I'll make them up tomorrow. Gao Leng's book should be even better at night, please forgive me!