"Hmm...... In the real sense of the word, it is 21 years old. What about you?" Bo Huan tilted his head, his lips inadvertently brushed over Song Nanzhou's cheeks, and a flush quickly rose to the root of his ears.

"27, will you dislike it?" Song Nanzhou looked at Bo Huan seriously as if he didn't feel it.

In his focused gaze, reflecting his appearance, Bo Huan felt in a trance for a while.

I used to think that this person was far away in the sky, but now when I am close to him, it feels less real.

"Huanhuan?" Song Nanzhou directly flicked a brain melon on Bo Huan's forehead.

Bo Huan covered his forehead in pain, "What are you doing?"

The voice that should have been annoyed gave out a coquettish taste.

"You haven't told me yet, will you dislike it. Song Nanzhou asked again.

"Hmm...... Well...... this" Bo Huan hesitated.

"Huh?" Song Nanzhou squinted his eyes and looked at Bo Huan.

Seeing the dangerous aura in Song Nanzhou's eyes, Bo Huan immediately changed his words: "Of course not, I originally liked to be older." ”

"Why?" Song Nanzhou was puzzled.

Because you're old.

Bo Huan looked at him, his eyes flashing: "I mainly think that the older ones will take care of people, be more sensible, and don't get tired of getting along." ”

Song Nanzhou changed his posture, propped himself on the table with one hand, and looked at Bo Huan for a long time: "Then why me?"

"Because you meet my criteria for a mate. Height over 180, mature, rich, sensible, and most importantly, handsome. Bo Huan spoke honestly.

"Go on. Song Nanzhou became interested in her topic.

"You see, I'm only 162, and if the other half is over 180, our children will definitely not be short; the other half is mature and sensible, and we get along happily; as for being rich...... I can be self-sufficient, and I don't need to spend the other party's money, but if I raise a child, the other party must be responsible, and I can't raise the child if I give birth to it, right?"

Song Nanzhou smiled and looked at Bo Huan dotingly: "You are quite realistic." ”

"How can this be called reality?"

Bo Huan was about to argue, but Song Nanzhou covered Bo Huan's forehead with his big hand, rubbed it lightly a few times, and there was a smile in his tone that couldn't be hidden: "Let's eat." ”

Bo Huan was about to cry in his heart, he was very skilled in this kind of thing, "slap and give a sweet date", he looked gentle and gentle on the surface, but in fact, he had a bad stomach behind his back.

Besides, where is the reality? Aren't two people destined to face these problems when they are together? If you think about it in advance, you can also solve a lot of unnecessary troubles.

Bo Huan glared at Song Nanzhou with squinted eyes, and at the same time picked up a green vegetable and took a bite to express his dissatisfaction.

Song Nanzhou discovered Bo Huan's cramped uneasiness from the beginning. Although her blushing face was cute, he didn't need her to look cautious in front of him. That's why he played Bo Huan and adjusted the atmosphere at the dinner table so that she didn't feel cramped.

Song Nanzhou gently touched the place where Bo Huan had kissed on his cheek, and then lifted the chopsticks to spread vegetables on Bo Huan's plate.

After eating and drinking, Bo Huan had already forgotten about the previous episode, she took out her mobile phone and lit up the screen: "It's past eight o'clock." ”

"I'll send you back?" Song Nanzhou looked at her.

"No, I drove myself. Bo Huan said and took out the car keys from his bag.

"Then I'll drive you back in your car, and then I'll take a taxi over and drive mine. Song Nanzhou still wanted to send her.

"Don't bother...... What a big deal. Bo Huan didn't care.

Song Nanzhou looked at her, his eyes were like torches: "Huanhuan, you are not a trouble, I am happy to do this." ”

Bo Huan's eyebrows were crooked, and he stretched out his hand to Song Nanzhou: "Okay, my boyfriend, send me home quickly." ”

Song Nanzhou smiled, held Bo Huan's hand, pulled her to stand up, and walked out of the leisurely house together.