Kiss You, Sweetheart

But those who know him well know that the most terrible thing is the words of Bocha when he doesn't speak. At this time, only song Zhixin dared to provoke him.

Song Zhixin went to Bo Jiayan's side and said in a low voice: "en en is not small. It's nothing for some students to get together and drink a little wine. Don't be stiff faced and scare en. Bo Xin is also here. He will look at her. "

Bo Jiayan was pouring wine into his own cup, with a low tone: "go to play, drink as much as you like."

This tone is really cold!

He picked up his glass and raised it to the others

He looks like he's never going to pay attention to Bo en again.

Others are busy holding up their glasses and are about to drink, but they hear Bo en say, "wait a minute!"

Everyone's hands were frozen in the air, and they didn't know what Bo en was going to do.

Bo Jiayan was holding his wine glass, his eyes drooping and his face expressionless.

"It's my share. I'm here. Why don't you let me drink. I'm not drinking anywhere. I'm drinking here. I haven't had a drink with my little uncle

As Bo en said, he took down a wine glass from the wine rack, picked up the bottle and poured wine into the glass. He poured a full glass. The glasses for drinking red wine were very big.

So at the time of filling, song Zhixin was shocked and subconsciously called out: "en en en..."

She has already drunk a lot. It's estimated that this cup will be in place.

But Bo en en picked up his wine cup, went to Bo Jiayan and sat down. She looked at him with a smile and touched his wine cup with a soft voice.

"Little uncle, the first time I drink with you, I'll do it first." Bo en graciously greets other people, "you are free."

With that, he looked up and drank, gulped, gulped, as if drinking a drink.

Everyone can see that Bo en is a little choked up. Song Zhixin quickly touched Bo Jiayan's arm and motioned him to stop.

But he didn't say anything. He just took the glass to his lips and drank it slowly.

He had only half the wine. He drank it slowly, almost at the same time as Bo en.

Ha ha!

Bo en smiles at him and sprays the aroma of wine: "the taste of RMB is really good, uncle. It's 1982. You're really willing."

Song Zhixin raised his lips, but his eyes were full of deep meaning. His breath was wrong, very wrong.

Bo en said as he poured wine into the glass.

Seeing this, song Zhixin quickly stood up, went to Bo en en's side, clasped the bottle and stopped her.

Although he didn't know what the two uncles and nephews were gambling on, Bo en was also his niece. He couldn't see her really drunk.

"Well, don't drink it."

But Bo en tugged at the bottle: "uncle, don't stop me. I want to pay special respect to my little uncle for this glass of wine."

Song Zhixin took a look at Bo Jiayan, who was cold and silent.

Good guy, it's so stable.

"Gayan!" He clenched his teeth and called for him to stop.

No one can stop Boone but him.

But he said nothing.

"Uncle, you want me to respect my little uncle. He's waiting." When Bo en spoke, his eyes fell on Bo Jiayan.

KAO！

Song Zhixin is annoyed, Bo Jiayan, you are really his mother's ability! Crazy, crazy!

He let go a little angrily, and Bo en continued to pour wine with the bottle until he filled the glass again.