Chapter 237

Tang Qingge, "..."

Grandma, why do you have to repeat that I will run away with others? And double?

"Well, I won't let her run."

A calm 'en' sounded in front of me, which seemed to have a cool, thin and clear breath.

Tang Qingge's eyes widened after hearing this. He dared not look up at his eyes. His face was burning.

What is he talking about

The old lady laughed happily, "ouch, it's nice to be young."

Tang Qingge tugged at his shirt hem and blushed, "boss, why don't you explain?"

Bo Qichen took back his eyes and looked at a woman who was red from face to neck. He said in a low voice, "the old man has no malice. Why do you explain?"

Tang Qingge doesn't know why. He feels uncomfortable. Does it mean he doesn't care so he doesn't need to explain?

"Why are you blushing? Is it hot?"

It's still very hot this day.

"Ah, yes, it's a little hot."

She looked flustered and dodged, shifting the topic, "I don't know if my eyes are swollen like this. Will you see it after looking at the little milk candy, boss, can you also apply my eyes?"

Can you still call people now?

The boss looked at the woman who was making progress, pursed his lips, and put a good temper on her eyes. Tang Qingge was stunned. His eyes were flushed with shyness and his cheeks flushed.

His eyes twinkled slightly, he looked at a woman as clever as a kitten, his cheeks flushed and looked good, and his voice opened gently, "close your eyes."

"Oh, oh."

Tang Qingge closed his eyes.

He looked at her. Her eyebrows and eyes were red, her pink and peach cheeks, and her eyes were red. She was more lovely and shy because of her shyness.

His voice was inexplicably low for a few minutes. "Don't open it before I tell you."

Why?

"Oh."

ok

She squatted well.

The setting sun is infinitely good, and the afterglow lengthens their figures.

The man held her cheek in one hand. His eyes and eyebrows were a little more dark and concentrated. His eyes swept through her facial features, fell on her red lips, and his thumbs touched slightly.

Her eyelashes trembled and her heart beat faster.

There seemed to be something wrong. His cold breath became stronger in his breath.

He leaned close, side eyes, thin lips tight, pressed down.

At the moment, the old woman next to her didn't know what to say. The sound of children playing around lingered in her ears. The laughter and heartbeat were intertwined. All the sounds were so clear that only the touch of eyelids was cool and fleeting.

Tang Qingge's eyelids moved and didn't open. His eyelashes trembled. He felt something wrong.

For a long time.

"Open your eyes."

She opened her eyes slowly, ran into his eyes, and her heart suddenly jumped.

The old woman next to him laughed again. This time she laughed very loudly. Tangqingge always felt that they were talking about her. His blushing subconscious pinched his cuff and pulled Bo Qichen's sleeve. "I want to go back, OK?"

Her cheeks are red, her eyes are bright, her lips are ruddy, cute and lovable.

Bo Qichen's eyes were slightly deep. Finally, he got up and answered, "en."

Tang Qingge felt his eyelids. He was confused in some way. He hadn't reflected what was going on. It was dark, the surrounding scenery was dark, and the street lights were on. After a day of tossing and turning, Tang Qingge was tired. He didn't think much. He rubbed his eyelids and yawned.

"Tired."

"A little tired."

He looked down at the time and saw that her eyelids began to droop. He rubbed her hair. "It's getting late. Go home."