Bo Jingshen was very quick to become her husband, and his daily title was quickly changed to "Mrs. Bo".

Fu Chaochao did the same, and also changed to "Mr. Bo".

However, Bo Jingshen righteously dismissed this title: "Mr. refers to many people, and it is not at all as distinct as Madame. ”

In the car, Fu Chaochao looked out the window helplessly.

I don't know how they suddenly talked about this kind of thing, obviously Bo Jingshen, who had just been upgraded to "Mr. Bo", was very dissatisfied with this title, and there was a tendency to prolong the discussion.

"It's even worse for me to call you Bo husband!" She was a little angry.

Thin Depth of Field looked at her through the rearview mirror: "I don't mind if you call me Depth of Field." ”

Fu Chaochao couldn't help but sneer, getting along with Bo Jingshen in the past few days made her not so restrained at the beginning, and getting the certificate can be regarded as a layer of insurance for their flash marriage.

Her expression and posture seemed relaxed, and she spoke bolder than before, daring to express some personal thoughts.

"Depth of field? Isn't it even weirder to say that the string becomes 'spiritual'? ”

Just when Fu Chaochao thought that he was going to give up correcting the title, he suddenly said very seriously: "Otherwise, it is called deep?" ”

Fu Chaochao lowered his head, pursed his lips and held back a smile.

Bo Jingshen didn't notice it, and he didn't know how his weird way of naming was cultivated, as if adding a stacked word could make it more intimate, turned his head to look at her, and asked with interest:

"Or can it be called Jingjing?"

He said to himself: "Your name is Chaochao, my name is Jingjing, it's quite smooth." ”

Fu Chaochao: "I have an idea that I have to say. ”

The thin depth of field is slightly raised, and the posture is slightly arrogant," he said. ”

Although in Fu Chaochao's opinion, this is more like a little more arrogant.

"Why don't I call Coco and you love love, wouldn't it be better if you are cute and cute together?"

Bo Jingshen is really thinking seriously, he has never been too entangled in this kind of detail that is always overlooked, and this is the first time to choose a good name.

Fu Chaochao added with a smile: "This adjective is lined with you." ”

Bo Jingshen looked at her, and those beautiful peach blossom eyes were thrown at her, and her heart suddenly itched, and she began to want to touch the tear mole under the corner of his eye again.

Fu Chaochao would always be distracted by his eyes.

Bo Jingshen finally looked away, and his words were a little lazy, a bit like a cat lying on the ground in winter and basking in the sun, and said lazily: "How do you know I'm cute, have you tasted it, huh?" ”

The tail note is gently raised, if there is nothing, it seems to be extremely wordless. Amuse. In the narrow car, Fu Chaochao's heartbeat increased slightly, and he suddenly felt anxious and irritable.

I turned on a lot of air conditioning, but I still felt very hot.

Fu Chaochao turned his head to look out the window, and after a long time, he replied to the question: "Who hasn't tasted how cute it is?" ”

At this time, he was about to return to the villa, Bo Jingshen heard it, didn't think of the last scene, and asked, "What is cute?" ”

Fu Chaochao's heart was relieved, and he was secretly annoyed that he had taken care of it, but fortunately Bo Jingshen didn't understand, otherwise if he really discussed it, he didn't know what would become in the end.

"A kind of ice cream," she explains. ”

"Would you like to eat?" Thin depth of field asked again.

Fu Chaochao shook his head, "I don't want to, I just thought of it suddenly." ”

She licked her lips that were a little dry, it was hot in summer, and she didn't want to eat cute, but she remembered homemade fruit ice cream.

Put some cool Sprite and a few lovely cherries in the popsicle mold for a crispy puff.

The corner of Bo Jingshen's eyes caught her expression, and silently set four words for her: duplicity.