Kiss You, Sweetheart

"Dance with my sister."

Bo Xin

He was stunned, but he quickly responded, "OK."

She needs him now, so she doesn't ask why.

"Light color, wait for me at the door."

"OK, half an hour."

Bo en hung up his cell phone and drove away. This is the iron man, not to ask, only to accompany.

Let the two men do it to their heart's content.

Half an hour later, at the door of the light color disco, Bo Xin leans on the door and looks smart. When Bo en arrived, he saw several bold girls teasing Bo Xin.

But Bo Xin's expression, the unbearable feeling.

Bo en chuckled and parked beside Bo Xin's car.

She slid down the window and said to the girls dressed up avant-garde, "sisters, sister is here, can you let my boyfriend go?"

Those girl a listen to, originally still some not convinced of stare at thin en one eye. But when she saw that she was beautiful and hot, she looked at each other and stepped down.

How can bo en be more beautiful than them? How can he touch other people's boyfriends.

"You're very attractive now." Bo en put his hand on Bo Xin's shoulder and said with a smile, "casual is love."

"Sister, it's up to you to make a show for me tonight." Bo Xin conveniently took Bo en en's waist, "you know, the men of Bo family are really too excellent, I'm so low-key still attractive."

Bo en sniffed: "if you give me some sunshine, it will be brilliant."

Two people joked and entered the bar. At this time, nightlife has just begun. The light in the disco is dim, and the dancing floor is full of young boys and girls' crazy wriggling bodies, full of youth sweat.

Looking at the very young faces, Bo en suddenly felt that his 22-year-old self seemed a little old.

When they were dancing on the dance floor, Bo Xin was no longer the boy who had never experienced anything four years ago. He danced very well and made Bo en look at him with new eyes.

"Oh, Bonner has become a thin demon."

"When did you give me that nickname?"

"Right now, I think it's perfect." Bo en laughed.

With passionate music, crazy dancing and sweat, Bo en had not indulged in this way for a long time. He was so tired that he and Bo Xin left the dance floor, found a seat and ordered a drink.

Bo en leaned on the sofa, and his face was a little bit low.

After all, the two men who were worried about fighting didn't know how well they were fighting. Look at the cell phone, two men did not give her a message.

Bo Xin took a look at her soul, opened the wine and handed her the bottle directly: "elder sister, I knew you had something to do."

Bo en glanced at him, took the bottle and drank it directly. He drank half a bottle at a time and then left his mouth: "it's not a big deal. It's just two men fighting. I don't want to see it, so I slipped away."

"Two men are jealous of your fight, and you slip away?"

Bo en curled his mouth, drank up the remaining half bottle and handed the empty bottle to Bo Xin.

Bo Xin knew that she had a good amount of wine, so he took another bottle and handed it to her.

"I guess it's your little uncle and Qi shaoxun."

Bo en didn't deny it and said with a contemptuous smile: "sometimes, do you think that the more mature a man is, the more naive he is?"

Bo Xin laughed: "elder sister, that's because men love you, so naive. If he doesn't love you, he's more mature than your father. "