Originally, Bo Zhanye didn't want Lan Xixi to sit in the passenger seat, so he took the front seat.
After getting on the bus, I learned that Lan Xixi had left.
His face was sullen, and his true emotions could not be clearly seen in those deep and deep eyes.
As Bo Xilang drove the car, he was a little uncomfortable with Uncle Jiu sitting next to him.
He coughed and called Lanxixi:
"Xixi? Why didn't you tell me when you left?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bo. My friend asked me for a job, but I was in a hurry and forgot to tell me. Well... I'm still busy with her right now, so I can't go back to watch a movie with you. I'm sorry."
There are two words of sorry in the words, and it seems that the relationship is not that close?
In addition, the behavior of letting pigeons go...
The corners of Bo Zhanye's lips are barely visible under the mask.
Bo Xilang was indeed not in a good mood at the moment: "Do you have friends in the Imperial City? Xixi, did my words in the morning put you in trouble? Are you avoiding me on purpose?
If so, I'm sorry, you don't have to think too much, I didn't mean to force you, it's just that I like it unilaterally."
Embarrassed? Sorry? Reluctantly? I like it one-sidedly.
The softness in Bo Zhanye's eyes was gone, and they were frosted again.
In his opinion, those words gathered together were nothing more than asking Lan Xixi... to do something.
Damn it!
He was considering whether to destroy his life.
On the phone, Lan Xixi’s voice came out:
"Bo Shao, it's not because of that. I really met a friend, and I don't think what you said embarrasses me. Don't think too much about it. Let's talk after we go back in the evening. Bye."
The phone hangs up.
Bo Zhanye's face kept getting colder and colder.
No embarrassment?
Does she have the reserve of a woman?
Feeling more and more annoyed, he went home with a cold face.
"Daddy, what's wrong with you? Did you get vaccinated today?"
"Do your homework." Bo Zhanye said nothing and went directly upstairs to take a shower.
Even with the cold water pouring down from above, he couldn't feel any chill, and instead became more and more angry.
It really felt like he was going to be driven crazy by that damn woman!
"Daddy, can I invite little Baozi to play at our house? Auntie doesn't seem to have gone home yet. She is very pitiful by herself." His son's voice sounded outside the bathroom.
Bo Zhanye was worried that his anger would hurt Lan Yaya. He wanted to refuse, but then he thought of something and said in a deep voice:
"Um."
"Thank you, Daddy." Bo Xiaomo quickly went to call Yaya, took Yaya back to the private courtyard, and cooked a lot of dishes.
"Wow, Brother Mo, you can also cook. It looks as delicious as mommy's cooking. I admire you so much. I like you!" The little girl held her hands and was about to drool.
Bo Xiaomo said: "Do you like me, or do you like the food I cook?"
"Hehe, I like it all!" Lan Yaya smiled happily, with white teeth and bright eyes.
Bo Xiaomo looked at her and wanted to hold her in his hands. Hearing the footsteps upstairs, he quickly whispered:
"Shh, Daddy is here. Don't let Daddy know that I did it, otherwise I won't do it in the future."
"Ah? Why don't you let your dad know?"
Bo Xiaomo said: "Because he is so old and can't cook, it will be very embarrassing."
"Oh, so that's it." Lan Yaya seemed to understand.
Bo Xiaomo always felt that he should remind him again, but Bo Zhanye had already arrived at the restaurant, and he quickly raised a smile:
"Daddy, it's time to eat. I asked the aunt in the kitchen to come over and help us cook it."
"Yeah." Bo Zhanye hummed softly, sat down, and his soft gaze fell on Yaya's face: "Did you have fun?"
His voice is very gentle.
Lan Yaya had already forgotten that she was angry last time, and nodded: "I'm so happy, Brother Mo is so handsome when he cooks!"
Cook?
Bo Zhanye looked at Bo Xiaomo with an appraising gaze.
Bo Xiaomo's face turned pale and he immediately glanced at Lan Yaya.