Chapter 1217: Holding hands and strolling in the clouds【25】
"Besides, my feet are very painful. Are you deliberately making me look embarrassed so that everyone in the world will see me like this and no one will marry me?"
As he spoke, Jinyu stretched out his hand, grabbed Bo Qing's shoulder hard, lowered his head in displeasure, and took a hard bite.
Feeling the pain, I bent over slightly, and the people around me laughed.
Jinyu's face turned red.[
The next second, Boqing hugged her, stood up, strode into the car beside her, and left quickly.
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The whole world seems to be quiet.
They were left behind, but the car drove with the wind, accelerated the accelerator, and the two protagonists disappeared under the eyes of everyone, without even accepting any interviews.
Jinyu sat on the table, feeling as if he was in a dream.
The sound of his heartbeat and breathing echoed so clearly in his ears.
Her eyes looked at Bo Qing intoxicatedly, with a gentle light and a hint of childish excitement.
She knew that in this life, he was the one who belonged to her.
There will never be another man who makes her so intoxicated.
He drove the car and turned his head from time to time to take a look at her, looking into her eyes with deep affection.
Although he didn't need to speak, he knew that the love of his life, his true love, was by his side.
As long as she is here, the world will be beautiful!
There is a kind of person who is naturally dull like her, emotionally slow like her, completely disconnected from other people's thoughts, seemingly heartless, and lives unharmed, but once he is tempted, he is wholeheartedly committed, without leaving any flaws.
Pure and natural, flawless.
There is a kind of person who is as affectionate and unfeeling as him, as forbearing as he is, and has strong thoughts that penetrate people's minds, but he can't understand the heart of an innocent woman. Therefore, once he becomes a thing, it will be for the rest of his life.
Trapped her around, holding her tight.
There is a word called, holding hands.
Hold your son's hand and grow old together with him.
