Bo Qijin walked to the bedroom and saw Mu Nuannuan holding a hair dryer and preparing to blow her hair.

The towel was still draped over her shoulders, and he reached for it to wipe the water from her hair.

When he came in, he didn't say a word, Mu Nuannuan looked at him, and felt a little uneasy.

His cold face, without any emotion, is unpredictable.

"Qi Jin, are you angry?"

As soon as she spoke, he suddenly increased the strength of his hand, rubbing her hair.

"It hurts!"

Mu Nuannuan screamed, and Bo Qijin stopped suddenly, staring at her with burning eyes.

Still holding the white towel in both hands, she encircled her little head in his hands.

Mu Nuannuan also looked at him, with a clear mist in her eyes, so innocent.

His Adam's apple moved, and he didn't speak for a long time, leaning over and giving a shallow kiss.

"Do you know I'm going to feel distressed!"

Mu Nuannuan had mixed feelings in her heart, and she didn't know how to answer for a while.

"I will support you in whatever you want to do, but I will never allow you to be bullied by others. If there is a next time, I will ignore everyone's thoughts and tell everyone in the world that you are a member of the Bo family and my Bo Qijin's woman. ”

Their marriage and secrecy from the outside world is an unwritten agreement between Bo Qijin and Bo Zaiquan.

Grandpa didn't accept Mu Nuannuan's identity, but Bo Qijin had been unwilling to get married for so many years, and he was not close to women, so he finally took a fancy to a woman, and Old Man Bo made concessions.

He brought her back because he wanted to give her happiness, not to get involved in these gratuitous rights and wrongs.

"You know what I mean?"

Mu Nuannuan seemed to understand and nodded.

The sound of the hair dryer sounded, and Bo Qijin carefully blew her hair.

When he first blew her hair, Mu Nuannuan felt that he was very skilled, and she always wanted to ask him if he had blown her hair for others before.

She seemed to be gradually concerned about his past, more and more about him.

"Qi Jin, have you ever blown your hair for others?"

She wanted to know the answer, but she was afraid that she would be sad when she knew the answer.

"No, does it count as blowing hair on Barton?"

Originally, it was a topic that felt quite serious, but I didn't expect it to break under Bo Qijin's serious answer.

Why does he always compare himself to Barton, does he keep himself as a pet?

"Then you say, do you like Barton or me?"

Bo Qijin's eyes were a little incredible, and he suddenly didn't understand that women were jealous for no reason.

"From now on, I like Barton a little bit more."

Mu Nuannuan frowned and looked at him dejectedly.

Bo Qijin knocked on her head, "It's much more obedient than you." ”

Barton wouldn't let him be so worried, so worried, so angry, this woman was challenging his bottom line everywhere.

"Then you go blow it for Barton, I don't need it."

This woman was so bold that she dared to show him a face.

She was playing with a small temperament, the corners of Bo Qijin's lips curled slightly, and then turned off the hair dryer.

Mu Nuannuan was anxious all of a sudden, and the next second he pinched her chin, with a wicked smile on his lips, "My hair is dry." ”

Her appearance of playing a little sex is really cute.

Bo Qijin gently rubbed her tender little face, "Nuan Nuan, what are you telling me to say about you?" ”

His voice was deep and gentle as if he could squeeze out honey. With a helpless pampering, it is difficult to control.