Chapter 2123： Does he even like to be a person?

Chapter 2123, did he even like to be a person?

Chapter 2125, did he even like to be a person?

Bo Siqing was dumbfounded and completely unaware of what to say.

"That's it, ah, Uncle Bo, you are waiting for me, I want to have a relationship with you, first booked!" Gu Yinuo said with a smile.

Bo Siqing smiled helplessly, but at this time, another voice sounded in his mind. "You 19, she 15, you like her very normal, not just love, but the second brother, your early love comes a bit late……"

The sound that suddenly sounded in my mind made Xiao Siqing’s brow slightly wrinkled.

This voice belongs to Zhou Shengbei Qian.

Zhou Sheng Bei Qian is actually a few years older than him, but because he helped him when he was a child, Zhou Sheng Bei Qian asked him to call him a brother. His disregard for his age is actually less than that of Zhou Shengbei.

Zhou Sheng Bei Qian did not feel that he was a brother who was smaller than himself. When he was very young, he never shunned his brother.

Bo Siqing also said that he, but Zhou Shengbei Qian insisted on calling, and he could only casually take him.

It can be said that Zhou Shengbei is absolutely one of the people who can trust Bosiqing. After all, it is such a long-term friendship.

So when I suddenly remembered that sentence in my mind, he would not admit his mistake. It was the voice of Zhou Shengbei Qian, not only the voice, but even in his mind, with the appearance of this voice, there was a picture. It is the picture when Zhou Sheng Beiqian said this to him.

but……

But what did Bosiqing think, couldn't remember this sentence when Zhou Shengbei Qian told him.

Only this sentence, nothing else.

Time, place, nothing.

However, for people like Bosking, as long as there is a little detail, as long as there is a little clue, he will not miss it and will not miss it.

You 19, she 15, you like him is normal, not just love, but the second brother, your early love comes a bit late.

Bo Siqing is silent.

For a 19-year-old, falling in love is certainly not a love.

But for a 15-year-old, dating is really a love.

But if it is a 19-year-old, and there is no previous love experience, and I like a 15-year-old... It can be said that it is a late love, so I will say that his early love is a bit late.

But this sentence...

Why is this sentence?

The name in the discourse is obvious. Second brother, that is what he said to him.

That means that the 19-year-old is him, and he likes a 15-year-old girl?

19 years old...

19 years old...

It doesn't take too much calculation for Bo Siqing to know, when is the age of 19.

His memory is about half a year after the 18th birthday, no.

In other words, the time of his memory loss is from five years before the age of 19 to five and a half years later.

His face is a bit ugly.

This is really a coincidence.

However, it is normal. After all, if he does not have amnesia, he naturally cannot think of it.

However, Bo Siqing felt very weird.

At the age of 19, would he like a 15-year-old girl?

No, no, it’s not an age issue, but like...

like?

This kind of emotion is too strange.

Like, early love, love...

For him, this kind of feeling is too strange. In the first 18 years of his memory, he did not encounter any girl who could make him feel excited. How suddenly did it happen?

When other men are in adolescence, they will have a variety of impulses, curiosity about the opposite sex, curiosity about love, but he has only physical impulses, but he has never been psychologically motivated.

At this moment, Shi Siqing is very suspicious. Is that true? Does he really like a girl?

He believes that Zhou Shengbei Qian will not talk nonsense, will not talk nonsense, and will not have a fake, that is... really?

The problem is...

The problem is too hard to imagine!

"Uncle Bo, what's wrong with you, is it angry? Sorry, I... I am just joking with you." Gu Yinuo said cautiously.

Bo Siqing sneaked a little, looked up at Gu Yinuo, smiled. "Nothing, I just suddenly remembered one thing."

"What do you think of?" Gu Yinuo's eyes are bright.

Bosi Qing smiled, "Nothing, it's a... very interesting thing."

Gu Yinuo is also very curious, the first boarding time has arrived.

The same class of the three people is the first class. It is still not convenient for the thin legs to see Gu Yinuo's legs and feet, and he took the initiative to hold Gu Yinuo.

A tall and handsome man, holding a pretty cute little girl, to be honest, it doesn't look like a father or a daughter at all, it is more like a brother with a sister.

This picture is too pleasing to the eye, the three people's face value is very high, but on the way has attracted countless chasing eyes, cloud paintings are ready, wearing a hat and a mask.

Although she has been a few years old, she is not a traffic star. The average person will not take her attention to her casually. After all, she was so angry at the Dubai Short World Championship that it has disappeared for so many years. Once you are recognized, don't think about peace.

Coupled with such a place in the airport, there are often reporters who are watching the stars. She does not want to be accidentally photographed by the entertainment reporters and make a big news.

Gu Yinuo looked at the cloud painting like this, couldn't help but squat on the shoulder of Bo Siqing. "Boss uncle, you talk about aunt, like a star. The stars don't wear hats and masks at the airport."

Bo Siqing also looked at the cloud painting.

Cloud painting is very helpless.

After getting on the plane, the cloud painting took the mask off. After all, it was not comfortable to wear, but the hat still remained.

Bo Siqing asked her: "What are you doing so strictly?"

Cloud painting shook his head. "I don't want to show my face."

Bo Siqing raised his eyebrows, and some did not quite understand the meaning of this sentence.

Ordinary people, even if they are beautiful, passers-by are at most a few more eyes. They don’t say that they are constantly taking pictures of people like chasing stars, so is it necessary?

"Take a talk about the aunt who used to be an athlete. He swims very well. He also won the world champion. You don't know about Uncle Bo? You are not talking about Auntie's brother. I don't care about talking about aunt." Gu Yinuo whispered. "So I just said that talking about aunt is a star. In fact, it is not wrong. I think it is much better to talk about sports stars like Auntie than entertainment stars."

Cloud painting shook his head. "The profession is not high or low. Sports stars and entertainment stars have their own roles. Each has its own influence. As long as the positive things are brought to the public, there is no distinction."

Gu Yinuo nodded.

Bosi smashed his eyes and looked at the cloud painting for a while: "I do... I know less about you. This brother is incompetent, and it is no wonder that you... I don’t want to see you. I will fight for it later." A diligent brother, know a little more about you, don't know if you can give me this opportunity to paint?"

"..." The cloud painted his lips, biting the soft meat on the inner wall of the mouth, and turned his head to look out at the porthole of the plane. At this point in time, the sunlight above the clouds was very glaring, making it impossible for the naked eye to look directly.

The cloud painting only looked at the porthole baffle.

It was probably too late to talk to my grandmother last night. I didn't sleep well. In the morning, I got up a little earlier than usual. Gu Yinuo fell asleep not long after the plane took off.

The cloud paintings have always been tilted to the head. Even if the airplane portholes have been closed, she still turned her head in that direction and did not look at Bo Siqing.

The position of the first class is very wide, and the thinner needs to reach out to meet her.

He thought about it, still didn't move, despite many questions, but now, he thinks she is very tired.

He didn't know what was going on, his eyes could never be separated from him.

He leaned back and looked at her, and she turned her head back to him.

Cloud painting can't sleep, not sleepy.

She said that she went to work in S City. Actually, she did not go to S City. She just took Gu Yinuo to see a doctor.

The hospitals in the S city have already been arranged, and it is OK to take Gu Yinuo’s inspection in the past.

In the past few years, she has never returned to S City. Now, when she wants to go back again, she always has a feeling that she can't tell.

A posture has been stiff for too long, the cervical vertebrae will be uncomfortable, and the cloud painting can not help but reach out and rub your own neck, slowly turning over.

When she turned her head, the first time, it hit his sight.

He is looking at her.

Four eyes are opposite, for a moment, the cloud painting almost forgot the present day.

But it was only the moment of embarrassment, and soon she woke up, rushed to him and then turned his head and continued to maintain his previous posture.

There was a chuckle behind the back, and then his voice came: "Do you not be afraid of neck pain after continuing this position? Well, I turned around and didn't look at you, and you changed your posture and moved your neck."

Cloud painting suddenly became embarrassing.

Sure enough, after she slowly turned around, he really turned around and didn't look at her again.

......

It was not until the plane landed that he turned around and looked back at her.

To be honest, cloud paintings don’t know what to use to face him.

"Sit up and move a little, and land soon," he said.

Cloud painted nodded, "Yeah."

Gu Yinuo is still asleep, and the cloud painting also wakes up Gu Yinuo.

Just got off the plane and talked about Shaoning’s call. “Painting, I’m stuck in traffic here, you wait a moment.”

"Nothing, I will do it myself."

"Sit in my car."

If you refused, it would be too much. Besides, Bo Siqing has already held Gu Yinuo in one hand, and pushed the big suitcase of Gu Yinuo to his car. Can she still say no?

Her suitcase, taken by the assistant of Bo Siqing, and his own luggage.

Cloud painting first put the hat mask on, and lowered his head behind him. "Let me take the suitcase, you hold Nono."

"No problem, no more." He smiled.

Nono has no more than one. It is also a six-year-old child. There are 50 pounds. With one hand holding it, many adults can't support it for a long time.

(End of this chapter)