Chapter 708： The mystery of life is unveiled

Chapter 708 reveals the mystery of life

It is clear that I have been drunk to the extreme of the season, staring at the photos on the mobile phone of the thin board, the whole person is paralyzed.

"Where did this photo come from?" Ji Yan asked with a red eye.

Bosi Qing frowned and reached for his mobile phone.

Ji Yanyan is holding the phone in his death: "This photo, where is it!"

"This... This photo was taken at my house, what happened?" The cloud painting was unknown.

Ji Yan clasped his mobile phone with his hands, staring at the photo with his eyes, looking at it, and then he seemed to be dizzy, slamming his head. "I, I am drunk, isn't it?"

"……Yes."

"Oh." Ji Yan still clutched the phone tightly. "Wait for me... wait until I wake up, look again. How do I... I saw the grandfather gave me a dowry for the little aunt... ..."

Ji Yan holds the phone and leans back on the seat back and falls asleep.

Cloud paintings are sometimes unable to manage their expressions.

She looked at Bo Siqing and then tried to reach out to the cell phone that was held in the season.

Can be tightly held!

Very tight and tight!

Cloud painting stunned for a moment, did not say it out, but also was slapped by the quarterly conditional slap in the back of the hand, the white and tender hands were red.

Cloud painting is speechless.

Bosiqing frowned and took her hand and looked at it. "Nothing?"

Cloud painting is helpless: "What can be done, but the strength of the drunk is a bit big."

Bo Siqing apparently realized that he couldn’t care too much with the drunkard, and held her hand and pinched it.

"What did he mean when he said it?" Yunhua couldn't help but ask.

Bo Siqing is obviously not calm. He looked at the cloud painting and hesitated: "If you are drunk, it is hard to say. But we can wait until he wakes up and ask again."

"But me... can't wait." Cloud painting has a feeling of scratching the heart and shaking the lungs. It is like being hung in one breath, not getting up, especially especially uncomfortable.

Bo Siqing reluctantly reached out and squeezed her face. "I am waiting for it. I have been waiting for so many years, and I don't care much about this."

The cloud painting has whipped up the gang, it is not anxious for a while...

When there is no clue, don't say it is this time, it is not anxious for two weeks, but it is!

The answer is all over the mouth...

The closer you get to the answer, the more nervous you are, the more you can't wait. This kind of mood is really tormenting.

Sending the season to the villa, Ji Yan's wine is okay.

That is to say a little nonsense in the car, then I fell asleep.

After arriving at the villa, Bo Siqing gave him the room and threw it there. The housekeeper Lin Shu asked the servant to wash the feet and wipe his hands and face.

Ji Yan sleeps like a dead pig.

When the servant came out, he took out the mobile phone that Ji Yan had been in his hand and handed it to Bo Siqing.

The season that completely slept and died, the hand naturally loosened.

Bosiqing opened the phone and saw the picture.

Cloud paintings have also come together.

Looked at the picture and looked at Bo Siqing.

Four eyes are opposite.

"Just, Ji Yan said, he seems to have seen the grandfather's dowry to the little aunt..." The throat of the cloud painting is a bit dry, "What do you mean?"

Bo Siqing got up helplessly and took her upstairs.

On the roof of the main building of the villa is the sky garden. Bo Siqing took the cloud and went up, lying on a wicker chair, holding her hand and whispering: "The meaning is that the comb may be his little aunt. thing."

Cloud painting really feels that my brain is not enough.

That comb may be something of a small aunt.

Um... why?

That comb is obviously a mother's thing.

But the comb is not a mother's thing, it is hard to say, after all, my mother's memory is gone, she just thinks that the comb is very familiar, she also likes it... maybe the comb is someone else's thing!

Maybe the mother just got the comb by chance.

Of course, there is also a possibility that the comb is the mother of Jiang Yanqing, and is also the aunt of Ji Yan...

That means that my mother, Jiang Yanqing, is the little aunt of Ji Yan.

Cloud paintings feel that their brains are chaotic, completely silent.

This... is too unbelievable.

"I..." The cloud painting bites the lip, and some don't know what to say.

My heart is very messy.

The two were lying on the wicker chair, and Bo Siqing held her from behind and held her in her arms. "Don't think so much, the boat will be straight to the bridge. If it is, there is nothing wrong with it; if not, there is no regret. ”

This is really nothing to appease her heart.

Cloud painting is still a bit crazy.

She couldn't help but grab the hand of Bo Siqing and put it on her lips.

"I still... very..."

Originally facing the body, the cloud painting held by Bo Siqing from behind, suddenly turned around and was facing him.

The night is cool and the moon is bright and clean.

So close, she can see his face.

Just a moment of incitement, she saw her moment at such a close distance, she suddenly calmed down.

Her breath is intertwined with his breath.

His nose tipped her nose.

"Don't think about it, lay for a while." Bo Siqing's voice is very low and light, with a texture that can not be ignored, so fascinating.

"Good." The voice of the cloud painting is also very light.

Her hand was on his chest, feeling his strong chest and powerful heartbeat.

His hand was buckled around her waist.

She knows his intentions.

Some things, the boat to the bridge is naturally straight, this time thinking too much is useless, anyway, the answer will wait until the seasons wake up, it will be revealed, rather than anxious to spend a night, it is better to change the way to make this night a better place.

"Drawing, I like you very much." The sound of Bo Siqing is deeper and hoarse.

Cloud painting admitted that his eyes and his voice made her completely unable to resist.

"How much do you like it." She bit her lip gently, and her eyes were filled with joy.

“A lot of people like it.”

"..." The smile on the lips of the cloud painting can't be completely suppressed.

"I have never liked it, I like it more and more." Bo Siqing's voice is lower and dumb.

The joy in my heart is almost overflowing.

Her hand, gently positioned his throat: "Bo Siqing, I like you too much, I have never liked it, I like it more and more."

Bo Siqing reluctantly caught her hand. "Don't mess, itchy."

Yunxiao smiled and clicked on his throat: "Here, itchy?"

"Where do you touch it, it will itch."

He held her hand, put it on the lips, and gently kissed her fingertips, the back of her hand.

His lips are really soft.

With a slight coolness.

If you kiss up, it feels good.

but……

J.

This intimacy, the taste of the marrow, has been banned, and may still be tolerated, but once the ring is opened, I am afraid that it will no longer be able to control it.

"Bo Siqing, are you...and have to go?" Yun painting did not know what happened to him, and suddenly thought of this problem.

It’s like a heart and a god.

Bo Siqing’s eyes have a second of stagnation. “The company will select a group of people this year to set up a more complete field animal and plant collection and analysis team. I have to teach them the knowledge of survival in the wild. It is the role of the instructor...”

Cloud painting immediately sighed: "Just teach others, that's okay."

“Yeah.” Bo Siqin nodded. “Selection and training, the whole process takes about 3 months.”

"So?" Cloud painting looked at him.

"So in the next time, I may be busy." Bo Siqing kissed her at the fingertips. "I was the main person in charge during the selection and training, probably not lazy."

Cloud painting bites his lip, "Oh."

"If I have time, I will come out to see you."

Cloud painting took a deep breath: "Okay. I am also busy."

Bo Siqing was helpless. "You are more busy than me. Right, the person I am looking for will come over with Yaoyao tomorrow."

"Ah?" The cloud painting was hesitant. "Are you really looking for it?"

"Of course." Bo Siqing hooked his lips. "With them, I can rest assured."

"Oh." Cloud painted nodded and did not speak.

"Let me hold it?" Bosi Qing said softly.

The cloud painting is still not humming, and his hand that is buckled around her waist has already been used to force her into her arms.

Her face pressed against his chest.

The cloud painting hesitated, reaching out to grab his waist and relaxing to lean in her arms.

The moon is like a wash, my heart is leisurely.

......

Early in the morning, Yunhua and Bo Siqing had already returned a few kilometers in the forest outside, and Ji Yan had not woken up.

When the two men took a shower and changed clothes to eat breakfast, Ji Yan was full of red-blooded eyes and came downstairs.

When he saw Bo Siqing and Yunhua, he said hello: "Early. Look at my head, blast it."

Cloud painting can't help but laugh: "Who made you drink so much last night."

"Do I drink more? I didn't drink much." Ji Yan blinked. "Lin Shu, help me find clothes, I will take a shower."

"Already prepared for the season." Lin Shu smiled. "In the closet of your room, you probably didn't look at it."

"That line, I am going to take a shower."

When Yan Yan showered, the thin shouqing and cloud paintings on the sofa were watching him.

Ji Yan went to the table and looked back in amazement: "What's going on with you, this expression is very synchronous with your eyes."

Both Bo Siqing and Yun Hua did not speak.

Ji Yan quickly said: "Hey, hey, don't bring this, look at me with such a creepy look, I will be frightened."

Cloud painting bite the lip, "Zhou... Teacher, you should have breakfast first, and then finish eating."

Ji Yan decisively did not eat.

Originally going to the restaurant, he directly reversed the direction and turned to walk toward the thin board and cloud painting.

He looked at the two suspiciously: "You don't say, I won't eat, what the **** is going on? You two are not quite right."

Cloud painting looked at Ji Yan and couldn't help but swallow. "Mr. Ji, you still have to eat first, I am afraid to wait... You missed the breakfast. The hangover person, it is better to eat something."

Ji Yan’s eyes smashed. “No hurry, talk about it, what is it?”

"You have breakfast first." Bo Siqing opened his mouth.

Ji Yan’s eyes are directly directed to Bo Siqing. “You are also selling the thin one?”

"Not a good seller, you have to eat breakfast first, I organize the language." Bo Siqing said.

"Do you still need to organize the language?" Ji Yan's voice suddenly rose, his eyes changed. "By, don't you tell me what's going on? Even you need to organize the language, then... What the hell? Is it the emperor's side... no, no, no..."

Cloud painting is really a way to get the season.

She said directly: "Well, it’s good, don’t eat it. Teacher Ji, what did you remember last night?"

"What happened last night?" Ji Yan frowned and stared at the cloud painting for a while before saying, "What happened last night?"

Cloud painting is almost speechless.

She is nervous and dead!

It’s really a hangover and not awake...

Crash.

Cloud painting quickly said: "I was eating with Director Li last night."

"Oh...oh. Eat, what's wrong?" Ji Yan still looked awkward and couldn't understand what was going on.

Cloud painting is really nothing to say.

"I ate last night, you drank alcohol, then, do you remember how you left the hotel?" Yun painting asked with patience.

The season has scratched his head: "Don't you bring me back?"

"you remember?"

"Cloud painting classmates, IQ? Don't talk about a love IQ." Ji Yan turned his eyes. "Do you still need to remember? Look at both of you here, I am here too. What else do you understand?" ”

Cloud painting: "..."

How do you want to beat someone?

Bo Sizhen took a look at the cloud painting and let her sit down. He looked at Ji Yan, "Show you a picture."

"Look at the picture?" Ji Yan was a bit puzzled.

Bosiqing took out his mobile phone and opened the photo album. He hesitated and pressed the picture to the first few photos.

That is another photo of the mother of the painting, Jiang Yanqing, two face-down photos from the age of ten, and a photo of the other four girls at the age of fourteen and five.

Ji Yan looked suspiciously and took photos on his mobile phone.

"Who is this?" Ji Yan looked at it and pressed the left and right buttons to look back. "Isn't this a Qingjie? This is a photo of Qingjie's wife, it looks really tender."

"Wait." The cloud painting suddenly opened.

Ji Yan looked up and looked at it. "What happened?"

Cloud painting bite the lip and hesitated and asked: "Ji Yan, I heard you about your little aunt last night. When your little aunt was a teenager, was it lost?"

"Nine years old, tenth birthday has not yet passed." Ji Yan said, "What's wrong?"

"You must have never seen your little aunt, but you have no photos of your little aunt in your home?" Yun said.

Ji Yan shrugged: "There is a photo of a young aunt's hundred days, a photo of the old lady, and a photo of the little aunt who just learned to walk... Then, there is probably a photo of the little aunt who was held by the second grandfather when he was a child... other photos Gone."

The brows of the cloud painting are wrinkled.

Ji Yan looked at the cloud painting strangely: "What happened, suddenly interested in my little aunt?"

Cloud painting did not boo, but looked at Bo Siqing.

Without her saying more, Bo Siqing understood what she meant.

(End of this chapter)