Chapter 331: Song's touch to my uncle

An Geer was confused for a moment, and responded, "Baby don't know."
Xia Qiqi: "Wipe...get off"! ! !
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Bo Yan came back late at night.
Some time ago, she was busy taking care of his little girl. She was very busy during this time, but she used to stay in her room for a while every night to see if she was sleeping well.
At about twelve o'clock in the evening, Bo Yan came back.
As soon as he entered the villa, there was the moonlight of Tsinghua University, hazy, Bo Yan was preparing to go upstairs as usual, but he stopped when he first stepped on the stairs.
One hand is still on the armrest, sideways, looking back.
Sure enough, as soon as he turned his head, he saw a small figure trapped in the white leather sofa.
He curled up slightly, leaning there, and let out a slight breathing.
Bo Yan narrowed his eyebrows slightly, put down the things in his hands and walked over.
The little girl was wearing thin clothes, and it was inevitably cold at night. Although Bo Yan didn't know why she appeared here at this time, he still wanted to send her upstairs for the first time.
She is still weak, but she can't catch a cold.
However, as soon as he approached her, An Ge'er opened his eyes in a daze, and then subconsciously reached out his hand to hook his neck and muttered, "Uncle, you are back."
"Why are you still sleeping here?"
Bo Yan asked.
As soon as An Ge'er listened to it, her somewhat confused brain instantly awoke, "Ah, uncle, wait for me, I have something to do!" As she said, she got out of his arms, and then hurried to the kitchen.
Bo Yan raised her eyebrows slightly to see what she did.
"Uncle, you close your eyes, I ask you to open it again, okay?" An Ge'er shouted from the kitchen.
A smile flashed across Bo Yan's slender Qingmei eyes, "Okay."
At the end of the conversation, he closed his eyes and turned around by the way.
An Ge'er looked at twelve o'clock in ten minutes, and she was quite anxious. She put up one end of her warm meal, and lit the candles on the table one by one.
Finally holding the heavy things in her hands, An Ge'er walked out of the kitchen, looking at his cold, slender figure, and exhaled deeply, "Uncle, please turn around, open your eyes, and look Follow me."
Bo Yan just turned his head, opened his slender eyes, looked at the beating candle flames on the table in front of him, looked at the big meal on the table, half-cooked steak, baked prawns with butter and cheese, and milk corn soup. And there is also a bottle of Lafite that is old.
Looking at her in front of her, she was wearing a white dress with seaweed-like hair scattered, and she was wearing a small pink cotton mop under her feet, holding a small cake in her hands, her face was crooked, and she looked at him with a smile.
Fresh and eye-catching.
"Uncle, you are one year older. Happy 27th birthday."
Seeing all this, Bo Yan was stunned.
The slender and charming eyes looked at her for an instant, as if a stream of heat surged from the bottom of my heart, purging in my heart.
It's not that he is hypocritical, nor is it arrogant. It's really a bit dazed for a moment, but in the end, under An Ge'er's gaze, he slightly twitched the corner of his lower lip and said lightly, "I'm already... twenty It has not been a birthday in years."
In his opinion, birthday is not much different from other days, and on his birthday, more than ten years ago, that incident happened...
If the little girl still remembers, I'm afraid I won't be in the mood to accompany him on his birthday...