Chapter 1219： What if spoiled?

What to do if spoiled in Chapter 1219

"I was wrong." Someone is brave enough to admit mistakes.

The cloud painting squatted and let him go, standing on the side and looking at him with a smile. "I haven't answered me yet. What if it's really spoiled?"

Bo Siqing looked at her, and the dark eyes shimmered with a little starlight, dazzling, and he lowered his head, and looked at her at close range, such as obsidian eyes, so deep that she was almost indulged.

His voice is also very low, as if with the magic of confusing mind: "spoiled, but also mine, just as others don't have to worry. It's all mine."

The smile of the cloud painting overflows from the bottom of the eye. "Don't you?"

"Where are you willing?"

Sweet words, how can it not be too much.

The cloud painting looked at him like this, his eyes fixed, and he couldn’t bear to move away for a second.

Someone also looked at her.

After a good half day, Bo Siqing sighed and bowed his head on her cheek.

Cloud painting immediately squinted and stared at him silently. "What are you doing!"

Thin Secretary sighed: "I am almost too late to wait."

"What can't wait?"

"I can't wait to take a delicious cake and eat it bit by bit..."

The face of the cloud painting is red again. Hey, someone’s language is really bad. What kind of metaphor is this? It’s all the metaphor of the red fruit. Okay!

"I finally understand why the ancient kings didn't go early." Bo Siqing washed his hands, wiped his hands, pushed the clouds out of the kitchen, and put her on the sofa. "Beware of the people around." At that time, I couldn’t concentrate on my meal, and my concentration could not be concentrated, let alone the goodness of the good? Well, if I was an ancient king, let’s not talk about it, I’m afraid I would give it to Jiangshan.”

Cloud painting: "!!!"

"Love you, sit here and watch the comics here. If you go to the kitchen, we have to eat tomorrow."

"...who is your love!"

"You."

......

Cloud painting sits on the sofa to watch comics, but...

Her favorite comics, I can't see it!

Eyes are always involuntarily aiming at a certain direction, aiming at someone.

Really, someone is clearly in the kitchen, but his influence on her is still everywhere.

After a few pages of comics, the cloud painting still put the book, stood up, and crept to the kitchen door.

Just leaning against the kitchen door, quietly watching someone busy.

That is a sacred prince, the arrogant son of Heaven, but he is washing her hands for soup.

His attitude is so serious that he is not serious enough to make a top secret mission.

One hand of cloud painting is in his heart.

How can he be so good?

From then on, the king is not early, not just a thin serge, but also a cloud painting.

On the way to Xiaosi’s drive to school, Yunzhu sat in the co-pilot and bit his lip to look at someone who started.

Why do you have Monday?

Why go to school?

He just came back yesterday afternoon!

It’s less than 24 hours to get along with it.

Hey……

When I got to the school gate, the car stopped, and the cloud painting still didn't want to get off.

Bo Siqing did not urge, chuckle: "What do you want to eat at noon, I will send it to you."

Cloud painting snorted, "Nothing to eat."

"That can't be done." Bosi Qing smiled and put her forehead hair aside, and the slender fingers slid across her eyebrows. "Would you like, leave?"

(End of this chapter)