Kiss You, Sweetheart

By the way, why aren't you in the army? "

"Zhixin asked me out to have a drink and met en en. She's a little drunk. I'm bringing her back. "

Hearing this, song Lifang let go and said, "OK, drive slowly."

"Mom, don't wait for us. You go to bed first."

Song Lifang should hang up the phone, but she can't go to bed, especially after hearing that en en has drunk too much, she has been watching them back in the living room.

Bo en en is unconsciously held in Bo Jiayan's arms. Her vomit is still smelling. Song Lifang can't help frowning.

"En en drank so much, and you didn't stop her."

Bo Jiayan didn't explain. He just took Bo en'en upstairs and said, "Mom, en'en needs to take a bath. Please ask Zhou Ma to help her."

"Good." Song Lifang answered and went to call mother Zhou.

Bo Jiayan took Bo en'en back to the room, and was putting her on the bed. The little girl hooked his neck like a reflex. She murmured: "little uncle..."

Soft three words, let Bo Jiayan heart like what hit a piece like, gently trampled.

He bent over, let her around his neck, after she settled down, gently took her arm, straightened his waist.

At this time, Zhou's mother had come into the room and called softly, "young master."

"Mom Zhou, you can take a bath for the little lady."

"Yes, young master."

Bo Jiayan took a look at the sleeping Bo en'en and went back to his room. Just as the door opened, song Lifang came over and said softly, "Jiayan, I won't go back to the army tonight."

Bogart said with a pause, "let's talk about it. I'll take a bath first."

He opened the door, was about to enter, and then looked back at Song Lifang, who was preparing to enter Bo en en's room.

"Ma." Bocha said softly, "tomorrow, don't blame Eun."

Song Lifang was stunned for a moment, and then a faint smile rose from the corner of her mouth: "you still spoil her like an hour."

Bo Jiayan slightly bent his lips, entered the room and closed the door gently.

Does he spoil her?

He walked slowly to the bed and sat down. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one, took out a lighter, lit the fire, and smoked slowly.

With a light aroma of tobacco flavor, soon diffuse in the room.

He is quiet, more often is the smoke in his mouth, until the ash fell to the ground, he found that a so empty burning, near the end.

He took down the cigarette end, found the ashtray on the bedside table and pinched it. But his eyes fell on the pillow.

From above, he twirled a few soft hairs.

He cut his head in an inch, but the hair is about ten centimeters long, which is definitely not his. But there has never been a woman in his room. Whose hair is it?

He suddenly opened the quilt, and there were wrinkles on the sheet. He looked at those strands of hair and suddenly understood something.

He covered the quilt in his hand.

In fact, one of his biggest problems is that he doesn't like other people sleeping in his bed. But now, seeing that his bed had been put to sleep, he was not angry.

Is it just because that little girl fell asleep?

With a slight breath, he turned and went into the bathroom.

It was half an hour after bochayan had taken a bath and changed into his pajamas.

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New Year's Eve, let me be lazy. Happy New Year's Eve, memeda. Thank you for your company in 2015. I hope you are still here in 2016!