302. Chapter 302 If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight! 2
The soft voice was like a rope, holding his heart.
Tighten up little by little.
"I'm your uncle!"
Bo Junchen said these words solemnly, as if he was reminding her, and also as if he was reminding himself.
"Yes, you are my uncle, so..."
After a pause, Bo Jinghan put on a smile: "Dear uncle, grandpa said that my engagement party will be held before your wedding. Should you give me your blessing?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she opened her eyes deeply to Bo Junchen.
He opened the door resolutely, leaving only a shadow of his back behind.
Outside the door, Su Nuanxia turned around with her.
But the two of them didn't speak. They just looked at each other in tacit understanding and passed each other.
One went upstairs and the other entered the study.
…
Push the door.
Su Nuanxia glanced at Bo Junchen sitting on the sofa, with a hint of banter at the corner of her mouth.
Approached slowly.
She suddenly bent down and picked up the magazine that Bo Jinghan had casually discarded on the ground.
Picking it up and patting it, she walked to the sofa opposite Bo Junchen and sat down, playing with the magazine leisurely.
She was sitting where Bo Jinghan had just sat, her posture was the same as Bo Jinghan's, but it was far less lazy and seductive than what Bo Jinghan did.
"God Bo Plague, do you have a headache? Do you want me to help you... relieve it?"
Looking sideways at Bo Junchen, Su Nuanxia slowly unbuttoned her collar, revealing her crystal clear skin.
Fingertips rubbed on the slender collarbone.
Again and again, extremely frivolous.
But that kind of frivolity is like a silent ridicule!
It was particularly eye-catching, but it stimulated Bo Junchen's strong nerves.
A cold gaze glanced over, but Su Nuanxia still had that cold, somewhat weird smile on her face.
Eyes collide.
Intense, biting, and scorching.
finally……
The man's cold voice contained too many complex emotions, slowly spilling out from between his lips and teeth.
"Nuan Xia, is it fun to see my jokes?"
“So interesting!”
Su Nuanxia answered with a smile. After speaking, she winked at him, stood up, walked around the coffee table, walked to him and sat down beside him.
His hands, which were always slightly cold, climbed onto his strong arms.
The fingertips were like playing a piano, teasing and teasing along his arms, skillfully climbing up his neck and stroking his throat.
The cold fingertips collide with the warm skin.
For a moment, the wildfire of desire swept through my heart.
"Su Nuanxia!"
Scolding in a low voice, Bo Junchen held her hand tightly and looked straight into Su Nuanxia's smiling eyes with his cold eyes.
But Su Nuanxia didn't care at all.
The other hand repeated the action just now and clung to his chest.
Stirring up the fire every inch.
It stirs up the most primitive throbbing in men.
But the words that came out of his mouth were not flirting, but sharp knives——
"I'm really happy for Bo Niu'er. She met a good man instead of guarding you, the God of Plague. So, I have nothing to worry about, God of Plague, let's continue to torture each other like this in the future...
"
With that said, Su Nuanxia stretched out her hand and pulled open the collar.
He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Bo Junchen pushed him away.
"Hey, don't let me touch you anymore? Didn't you have a passionate fight with me last night?"
Su Nuanxia deliberately tortured him and simply sat on Bo Junchen's lap.
Her hand pressed on the man's most sensitive part, and her voice whispered in his ear softly and ambiguously: "It's not good for a man's health to hold it in... Look, you're hard!" The soft voice was like a rope, holding it tight.
his heart.
Tighten up little by little.
"I'm your uncle!"
Bo Junchen said these words solemnly, as if he was reminding her, and also as if he was reminding himself.
"Yes, you are my uncle, so..."
After a pause, Bo Jinghan put on a smile: "Dear uncle, grandpa said that my engagement party will be held before your wedding. Should you give me your blessing?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she opened her eyes deeply to Bo Junchen.
He opened the door resolutely, leaving only a shadow of his back behind.
Outside the door, Su Nuanxia turned around with her.
But the two of them didn't speak. They just looked at each other in tacit understanding and passed each other.
One went upstairs and the other entered the study.
…
Push the door.
Su Nuanxia glanced at Bo Junchen sitting on the sofa, with a hint of banter at the corner of her mouth.
Approached slowly.
She suddenly bent down and picked up the magazine that Bo Jinghan had casually discarded on the ground.
Picking it up and patting it, she walked to the sofa opposite Bo Junchen and sat down, playing with the magazine leisurely.
She was sitting where Bo Jinghan had just sat, her posture was the same as Bo Jinghan's, but it was far less lazy and seductive than what Bo Jinghan did.
"God Bo Plague, do you have a headache? Do you want me to help you... relieve it?"
Looking sideways at Bo Junchen, Su Nuanxia slowly unbuttoned her collar, revealing her crystal clear skin.
Fingertips rubbed on the slender collarbone.
Again and again, extremely frivolous.
But that kind of frivolity is like a silent ridicule!
It was particularly eye-catching, but it stimulated Bo Junchen's strong nerves.
A cold gaze glanced over, but Su Nuanxia still had that cold, somewhat weird smile on her face.
Eyes collide.
Intense, biting, and scorching.
finally……
The man's cold voice contained too many complex emotions, slowly spilling out from between his lips and teeth.
"Nuan Xia, is it fun to see my jokes?"
“So interesting!”
Su Nuanxia answered with a smile. After speaking, she winked at him, stood up, walked around the coffee table, walked to him and sat down beside him.
His hands, which were always slightly cold, climbed onto his strong arms.
The fingertips were like playing a piano, teasing and teasing along his arms, skillfully climbing up his neck and stroking his throat.
The cold fingertips collide with the warm skin.
For a moment, the wildfire of desire swept through my heart.
"Su Nuanxia!"
Scolding in a low voice, Bo Junchen held her hand tightly and looked straight into Su Nuanxia's smiling eyes with his cold eyes.
But Su Nuanxia didn't care at all.
The other hand repeated the action just now and clung to his chest.
Stirring up the fire every inch.
It stirs up the most primitive throbbing in men.
But the words that came out of his mouth were not flirting, but sharp knives——
"I'm really happy for Bo Niu'er. She met a good man instead of guarding you, the God of Plague. So, I have nothing to worry about, God of Plague, let's continue to torture each other like this in the future...
"
With that said, Su Nuanxia stretched out her hand and pulled open the collar.
He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Bo Junchen pushed him away.
"Hey, don't let me touch you anymore? Didn't you have a passionate fight with me last night?"
Su Nuanxia deliberately tortured him and simply sat on Bo Junchen's lap.
Pressing the man's most sensitive part with his hand, he whispered in his ear in a frivolous and ambiguous voice: "It's not good for a man's health to hold it in... Look, you're hard!"
