Chapter 583: Love Is Ultimately a Responsibility [1]
Boom Boom
Thunder rolled, mixed with lightning bolts over the manor.
After breakfast, Lu Yan left, and quietly stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the corner of the hall, quietly looking out of the window.
And Tangtang's little monkey has not been idle for half a moment.
pestering Aze to accompany him crazy......
"Ahem!"
Seeing Bo Jinghan distracted, Bo Lao's empty hand clenched into a fist slightly, and he coughed twice to recall her thoughts.
Then he glanced in the direction of the two children, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "The atmosphere is not right today!" Hanhan, what's wrong with these two children? ”
Coming back to her senses, her clear eyes rippled with shallow waves, and the moment she cast herself on Bo Lao, she quickly gathered the love in her eyes, pulled the corners of her mouth, and squeezed out a habitual smile.
shrugged his shoulders casually, and replied very lightly: "Probably because Lu Yan is going on a business trip, Jing Jing is uncomfortable and reluctant." Sugar Sugar ...... I guess he's overjoyed, he's radiating residual heat at this moment! ”
"Oh? But when I saw that I had breakfast just now, you weren't quite right! Let's talk about it, my grandfather is also a veteran in the Fengyue circle, let my grandfather give you an analysis! I think I ...... back then, grandpa."
"Stop! I've heard all your stories almost 800 times. You, let's talk to your next girlfriend! ”
Seeing that Bo Lao was about to talk about his romantic history again, Bo Jinghan hurriedly waved his hand to stop it.
Looking at her little appearance of "I'm tired of hearing it" and "I'm disgusted", Bo Lao smiled and asked directly after gossiping: "What's the matter?" Do you already have a little affection for him? ”
I was stunned.
Bo Jinghan subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead, but did not speak.
He only squinted his eyes at the cunning-looking old fox.
Old Man Bo squinted his eyes and struck while the iron was hot: "Feelings are this thing, you have to show Xiàn out!" If it's a little budding, you'll have to seize every opportunity for photosynthesis, tempt him, stun him, get him—"
"Grandpa, you should be planting flowers?!"
Also photosynthesis?!
She's not green!
Ignoring Bo Lao's more and more inferior rhetoric, Bo Jinghan looked down at the laptop on the seat, and his ten fingers were flying on the keyboard.
But Bo Lao's next sentence froze her fingers that had just hit the space bar.
Twenty lines of space were played!
"Cultivating feelings, just like planting flowers, has a process. Seeing the light after the sprout is a must, and the bean sprouts that are always covered can't bloom! You--you don't listen to me, you can make your own decisions. But in this matter, my grandfather has experience, you have to listen! ”
And, this old man is quite proud?
Bo Jinghan's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he looked down at the large area of white space that appeared in the document on the laptop screen, and unconsciously wrinkled his brows.
Honestly, she didn't know what she was thinking right now.
Although, from the perspective of rational decision-making, she has gradually become accustomed to Lu Yan's storage and the sense of security of having him by her side at night, but she has to accept it completely at once...... No way!
And she's also confused-
"Grandpa, since you have a lot of experience. Then let me ask you something! ”
Tapping on the keyboard, Bo Jinghan eliminated the space bar of those rows one by one, as if clearing her mind of troubled thoughts.
After cleaning up, he asked, "What do you mean by feelings?" From the perspective of choice, she has gradually become accustomed to Lu Yan's existence and the sense of security of having him by her side at night, but she has to make her completely accept it all at once...... No way!
And she's also confused-
"Grandpa, since you have a lot of experience. Then let me ask you something! ”
Tapping on the keyboard, Bo Jinghan eliminated the space bar of those rows one by one, as if clearing her mind of troubled thoughts.
After cleaning up, he asked, "What do you mean by feelings?" ”