Song Baoxuan really didn't want to give Fu Yichen any promises, sometimes promises are also a shackle, which will overwhelm people.

"Fu Yichen, you... Alas! ”

Song Baoxuan looked at Fu Yichen's eyes, and couldn't say anything cruel.

Fu Yichen looked at Song Baoxuan and said.

"I have always lived according to my father's requirements, some people say that I am like a puppet, I don't have people and things I like, and even my emotions rarely fluctuate, but I am very happy to see you."

"I know you're still young, but I can't always be by your side, I can't grow up with you, so I'm going to selfishly bind you now."

"I promise that I will be clean and waiting for you to grow up, and I will not be near any girl, except you."

Fu Yichen took Song Baoxuan's hand and said sincerely.

"So I can make an appointment for you to be my partner in the future?"

Song Baoxuan was stunned, she felt that her heartbeat was speeding up again, and she said with a smile.

"Okay."

Fu Yichen also smiled when he heard her answer, this was a smile from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you, my future partner!"

Song Baoxuan sneered, she still wants the old cow to eat tender grass.

"Okay, breakfast is going to be cold, and it's too late for us to go to the amusement park if we don't eat it."

"Okay."

Fu Yichen was in a good mood and opened the breakfast and put it on the table, and then handed the chopsticks to Song Baoxuan.

When Song Baoxuan was eating breakfast, Fu Yichen kept looking at her, and she felt furious in her heart.

Song Baoxuan glared at Fu Yichen and said.

"Eat well."

"Okay, listen to you."

Fu Yichen hooked the corners of his mouth while eating, and his mood was too good.

After Song Baoxuan finished eating, Fu Yichen took out a piece of paper to help her wipe her mouth, but Song Baoxuan avoided it.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll wipe it for you."

Song Baoxuan snatched the paper in his hand into his own hand.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Fu Yichen felt a little pity, Song Baoxuan looked at the time and said.

"It's time for us to go, or we'll be too late."

"Okay."

Fu Yichen and Song Baoxuan went out, Fu Yichen remembered the flowers in his trunk and looked at Song Baoxuan.

She'll love it!

Fu Yichen said when he came to the car.

"Xuan'er, come with me."

"What's wrong?"

Song Baoxuan and Fu Yichen walked to the trunk, and then Fu Yichen opened the trunk.

Song Baoxuan looked at the delicate roses in Fu Yichen's trunk with a surprised face, there were too many roses, and they were a little crowded in the trunk.

Fu Yichen looked at Fu Yichen and asked.

"Do you like it?"

Song Baoxuan said with a smile.

"I like it."

Like is like, it's just a bit of a waste, but Song Baoxuan didn't say it, otherwise it would ruin the atmosphere a little.

Fu Yichen touched Song Baoxuan's head and said.

"If you like it, it's fine."

Song Baoxuan was a little helpless when Fu Yichen touched her head, and then slapped Fu Yichen's hand down.

"Don't touch my head."

Fu Yichen's hand was patted down, so he took the opportunity to touch Song Baoxuan's face.

"Okay, is that the face okay?"

Song Baoxuan: "..."It's all touched, do you still make sense to ask this?"

"Keep your head down."

When Fu Yichen heard Song Baoxuan's words, he didn't hesitate and bowed his head obediently.

Song Baoxuan put her paw on Fu Yichen's head and stroked it a few times.

You can't just let Fu Yichen touch his head, he has to touch it back.

Fu Yichen's hair is quite easy to touch, compared to black sesame seeds.

Song Baoxuan made Fu Yichen's hair a little messy and stopped, and Fu Yichen asked Song Baoxuan with this hairstyle.

"How is Xuan'er feeling?"

"It's okay, barely."

"Well, Xuan'er's hair is easier to touch."

Seeing that Fu Yichen didn't plan to tidy up his hair, Song Baoxuan couldn't help but say.

"Your hair is a little messy, do you want to tidy it up?"

Fu Yichen looked at Song Baoxuan and said.

"Xuan'er help me tidy up."

"You tidy up by yourself, it's your hair messy and not my hair."

"But Xuan'er messed it up? Shouldn't you be responsible? ”

Song Baoxuan said that she did not want to be responsible.

"You touched my head first, so it's none of my business."

"Okay, let's make it like this, I like it."

Song Baoxuan looked at Fu Yichen's current appearance, his messy hair made him lose a sense of maturity that did not belong to his age, and he was quite cute.

"Well, I like it too, so be it!"