Chapter 2118： a family of three

Chapter 2118, a family of three

Chapter 2120, a family of three

Bo Siqing looked at the cloud painting. "Do you think these are coincidences, or coincidences?"

Cloud painting lips, "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that this Qi Shao’s attitude towards women, slag, he is not for you."

"I know." The cloud painting squinted slightly. "Whoever I like in my life, I can't like him anymore."

"Re-?" Bo Siqing's brow immediately wrinkled and his face was suddenly serious. "Have you ever liked him? Or why do you want to say it again? When do you like it?"

"...you got it wrong, I didn't say it again, I never liked him." The cloud painting directly argued.

Bo Ba Po is staring at her with a gaze, her eyes are not stunned. "I don't have a voice recorder for bullying?"

"Yes." Cloud paintings are straightforward.

Bo Siqing stared at her for a few seconds and was laughed at. He hooked his lips, rubbed his lower lip, and stared at her eyes, picking it up. "Playing, huh?"

His tone is good, and after this moment of low pressure, the more his voice is more magnetic and textured, the tail sounds slightly up, with a playful meaning, it is so good that the bones are crisp.

This kind of voice can't be resisted by anyone, let alone cloud painting.

She pressed her lips tightly, held her breath, and tried to make her perform a little calmer, but under his gaze of her eyes, her face was still disappointingly red.

She whispered: "I didn't say it anyway, you got it wrong."

"Yes." He nodded. "I got it wrong, so you never liked this one."

"Yeah." Cloud painting did not hesitate to answer.

He licked his lips and snorted: "You are not a hospitable person. Your sense of distance is very heavy. You usually look polite and polite to people, but this is only due to your education. In fact, you are a little bit You are not enthusiastic, and you are not willing to interact with others at all. Then why are you willing to let this one invade your private living space? For you, this means accepting and getting close."

"...I can't be friends with him?"

"Friends?" Thin eight-handed hands on the coffee table, slightly attached, approaching her, "He did not take you as a friend, he is your pursuer, and is a particularly enthusiastic and persistent pursuit. Painting, you and It is not the kind of woman who is especially enjoying the pursuit of many men. For you, the pursuit of people you don't like will only be burden and trouble, so if you don't like him, his pursuit of you will only make you bored. Let you want to push him away, open the distance with him, instead of inviting him to your home, and eating the face he made for you."

"..."

Cloud painting is going crazy!

"So, either you like him now, so while he is pursuing you, you want to be close to him, and will take the initiative to bring you closer together; or you have liked him, but he may not I like you, so now that he likes you in turn, you want to psychologically regain the sense of balance when you like him. When you look at someone who doesn’t like you, you are now chasing you. Kind of satisfaction..."

Every word that Bianba said, he can't wait to hammer him: "Plus what you just said, then, who you like in your life, can't like him anymore... It's already obvious, isn't it? You I once really liked him. As for now, there are two possibilities now. One is that you really don’t like him and you don’t like him anymore. The other is that you are guilty of words and words. What kind of?

"You are angry!" Yun painting was speechless. "I will not be angry with this kind of thing."

"Well, you are not angry, you are all talking in your heart, so you really liked him..." Bo Siqing's eyes stared at the scalp and screamed. "When is it? When do you like him?" ”

"what!"

The cloud painting hammered the sofa with a bit of madness, and glared at him with anger. "Is it a bastard? Is it so wide? I used to like him, I have nothing to do with you!"

"Mommy mommy?"

I called out two times, some awkward, "Mom, are you not feeling uncomfortable?"

"Ah? No, what happened?" Cloud painting returns to God.

Doubtful doubts, "No discomfort, how do you always go to God, what are you thinking? Want to spend a lot of things? You should have a little confidence in the law and order, that the fee can not escape."

"Well, I can't escape, let him escape, where are the faces of so many people going up and down." Cloud painting said, "I didn't worry about this."

"You are not worried about this, then which one are you worried about?" asked.

Cloud painting shook his head. "I don't worry about anything."

"Impossible, my mother is in a state of spirit, it seems that there is something important, what happened?" asked.

The cloud painting took a slap in the mouth and said hard, "It's okay."

Yes, there is really nothing. It’s not that she smashed the thin sergeant’s meal, but also the face of the thin squad called the eight-headed woman, nothing, really nothing...

I thought that after she had smashed Bo Siqing yesterday, his eyes... The paintings felt that the scalp was blowing.

What made her speechless was that she married him and called him eight women. He was still not angry.

Hey.

Cloud painting left his hand on his chin, holding the spoon in his right hand and stirring it gently in the cereal porridge. He couldn't eat it for a long time, and he was very worried.

The more I look around, the more I worry, I don’t understand what my mother is.

"Isn't it finished? Go to the hospital after eating. The doctor said that Nono's grandmother can be discharged today." Yun said.

Nodded, "eat it."

As he said, he stood up and took the bowl on the table to the kitchen very skillfully.

"Let's put it, I will collect it." Cloud painting said.

I have already taken the bowl with my pocket. "Mom, you should hurry to clean it up. I’m a bit absent-minded and let Nono see it."

Cloud painting silently took a look, "Why, you are too much. Mom is too embarrassed, is it?"

"Of course not, even if you are the most beautiful mother!"

It’s just that you don’t want money, and you throw it away in a basket.

The cloud painting snorted and counted as a kid.

A caring son helped her to clean up the tableware, then she would be a beautiful mother who made her son proud. Go upstairs to clean up, take care of the hair and paint a light makeup.

I picked up my face at the fastest speed, changed a silk shirt and a high-waist wide-leg trousers. The cloud painting looked at the mirror, and I should be mentally strong.

Sure enough, when I went downstairs, I got a little appreciation from Xiao Wennan: "Mom, you look like a smart and powerful female fighter today."

Cloud paintings pumped the mouth of the mouth. "What the ghost is?"

"It's a beautiful woman like you!"

"..." The cloud painting smiled and glanced at the little guy with a slick tongue. "You have this mouth, and you will be fascinated by the mother."

"Mom, people are still small." Xiaowen male blushed.

The cloud painting snorted and reached out and licked the red-faced man's red face. "What are you blushing? I just said it casually. Your mother-in-law still doesn't know where it is. Even the girlfriends don't, they all start thinking about the mother-in-law. ?啧啧."

"..." The face of the pocket was black. "Mom, whatever you say, let you finish."

The mother and the child both bickered while walking, feeling very good.

However, as soon as the door opened, the smile on the face of the cloud painting froze.

Thin Ba Po, oh no, thin beauty, standing at the door.

"Uncle Bo!" Waiting for the cloud painting to give a response, he quickly released the hand of the cloud painting and rushed to Bo Siqing.

Bosi Qingyi reached out and took him in his arms and hugged him.

"How did you come, Uncle Bo, my mother and I are going to the hospital to pick up Noon's sister and her grandmother." Everything that was said in the mouth was held in the neck of Bosi, and every word in his mouth was filled with joy.

"I will accompany you." Bo Siqing said.

The cloud painting squinted slightly. "You still have to work. It is too late to delay your time. I will go with it, not far away, and there is no baggage. It will be fine to pick people up."

"Today is not busy." Bo Siqing glanced at her, and then looked at it again. "Is it a good night yesterday? What did you eat for breakfast?"

"It’s good to sleep last night, it’s too sleepy, but it’s too hungry. I dream of eating when I dream. When I have to eat, I wake up... I have eaten porridge for breakfast, my mother’s cereal porridge, There is bread." Said the way.

Bo Siqing coughed and coughed. "I knew that I was told to get up and eat last night."

"What did you eat last night?" The eyes of the pockets immediately widened. "Boss and uncle, did you and your mother ate and ate deliciously last night! I am not angry with people!"

"You slept too hard and couldn't bear to bother you."

"Uncle Bo! I am pleased with you. I will have this kind of thing next time. Please be bothering me. I want to eat!" He smacked his mouth. "You don't know what it is to be hungry when you fall asleep." Feel!"

Bosi Qing lost his smile. "Well, I must wake you up next time."

"Hey, you guys always talk about countless things, there is no credibility at all, I don't believe you."

"If you believe it or not, go on the bus and say, the child is sitting in the back row." Bo Siqing opened the door and placed the pocket in the back row.

"Uncle Bo, do you drive by yourself?" asked the driver without seeing the bag.

Xiao Siqing smiled as he closed the door. "Why, I am not satisfied with being a driver?"

He said, he closed the rear door and opened the co-pilot. "You sit here, and let Gu Yinuo and her grandmother sit behind the back with a pocket."

Cloud painting silently got on the bus.

He drove, she was sitting in the co-pilot, the children were sitting behind, they were... more like a family of three.

There is an indescribable feeling in the heart of the cloud painting.

Sure enough, she didn't say anything. After talking about it, she said: "Uncle Bo, do you think we are not like a family of three? Mom and Dad sit in front, I sit behind!"

Bosi Qing lost his smile and looked at the cloud painting. He was about to open it. The cloud painting had already squinted at his face. "Don’t talk about it, your uncle has a fiancee, it’s not good to make such a joke."

(End of this chapter)