Blackened Old Gong's soft and cute sweet bun

Bo Zong closed his eyes again, and waited for the boy to come down with a calm expression.

However, Lao Chen was wiping sweat furiously in the driver's seat, and sweat fell down his forehead involuntarily.

At this time, Rong Xi was holding a long box and trotted towards them step by step.

The child was dressed in a neat white suit, with an elegant figure, like a precious little prince who escaped from a fairy tale. His black and soft hair fluttered gently with his movements, creating a curve.

Because she ran a little too fast in a hurry, a little blush appeared on Bai Nen's face, it was pink, very cute.

Bo Zong leaned on the back of the chair, watching the young man rushing towards him in a leisurely manner, in a good mood.

He moved his fingers, made a clicking sound, and glanced at the young man.

Thin waist, long legs, fair skin.

his.

Rong Ling was a little out of breath, hurriedly opened the car door and sat in the past.

It was inconvenient to hold the long box in his hand, so Rongsing put him under his feet.

He closed his eyes and tried to calm his heart beating wildly from running, but in the next second he felt a cool hand gently holding him.

Rong Yan opened his eyes in doubt, and saw Master Bo looking indifferently at the front, while his slender and powerful hands held his fingertips and rubbed them gently.

He blinked, then squeezed back hard.

Bo Zong asked calmly, "What did you bring here?"

Rong Yan blinked, turned his head to look at him, "This is a picture I drew last night."

He thought about it carefully yesterday, although Mr. Bo said that he didn't need to prepare a gift, he didn't think it was appropriate.

And he can barely draw some ink paintings, so he stayed up late last night to finish it.

Old people should like this kind of Chinese painting.

Bo Zong raised his eyebrows in surprise, "When did the kids learn to draw?"

Rong Ling was a little shy, his eyelashes were trembling and his black eyes were foggy, and his voice was so sweet, "Yes, I took the time to learn it, but now I don't draw very well, I wonder if Grandpa will like it."

There was a tinge of blue in the boy's white and tender eyes, which looked like he had stayed up all night. He raised his hand and stroked it, feeling a little distressed.

"Don't worry, my little friend is so cute. If I like it, grandpa will definitely like it too."

Rong Xi rubbed Bo Zong's fingers subconsciously, and murmured, "Well, I believe it."

The young man was snoring so sleepy, but he still insisted on talking to him, his voice was so soft and unreasonable, Bo Zong kissed the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Sleep for a while, kid."

Rong Xi puffed up his cheeks, "But." Bo Zong pulled the boy to his side forcefully, let him lean on him, and gently patted his shoulder, "Sleep, it's okay, I'll call you when we arrive, otherwise you'll be in trouble now With such deep black eyes, Grandpa thought I bullied you after the banquet."

His eyes swept over Rongsing's collarbone and lips with malicious intentions, and his cheeks flushed instantly.

Rong Xi immediately covered his eyes with his hands, and the blush climbed up his earlobe leaning on his body, he just felt hot all over.

Master Bo is really a rascal!

Bo Zong chuckled softly, he rolled up a strand of the boy's hair and played with it between his fingers, carelessly and lazily.

Rong Xi leaned lightly on Bo Zong's shoulder, smelled the faint smell of hyacinth in his nose, and heard his deep and pleasant laughter, and felt shy and at ease in his heart.

He hooked Bo Zong's fingertips with his fingers, closed his eyes slowly, and fell asleep quietly and steadily.

After Rong Yan fell asleep, Bo Zong signaled for Lao Chen in front to turn up the temperature, put his arms around the boy's shoulders and moved him back so that he could sleep more comfortably.

When Rong Xi woke up, he was in a daze, unable to tell what night it was, until a low and pleasant voice came from his ear.

"woke up?"

Rong Lin raised his head in confusion, then blinked, "Master Bo?"

"Mmm'〇" Rong Yan started to do it inside, he looked outside, the car had stopped, and Lao Chen didn't know where he went, he frowned a little annoyed.

"What time is it now? Master Bo, you said you called me!"

The boy's hair was messy, rubbing against his arms, the tip of his nose was reddish, his black eyes were misty, and his lips were flattened, looking aggrieved and innocent.

He whimpered, as if soaked in a sugar bowl, it made people feel sweet in their hearts.

Bo Zong's eyes paused, and his voice was flat, "I forgot."

forget?

Rong Xi stared at him angrily with wide eyes, because he just woke up and couldn't react in a daze, which made him a little presumptuous now, a lot more courageous, and did things that he would never do normally.

He hit Bo Zong's body with a "slap", and his tone was a bit fluttering, "Master Bo, you are too much, don't you know that today is grandpa's birthday, you still don't call me, too much!"

Bo Zong raised his eyebrows lightly and watched the young man's actions, and found it very interesting. He grabbed the young man's hand on his chest.

"What's the hurry kids? The banquet hasn't started yet."

"But we have to go in early!" The more Rong Yan said, the more anxious he became, "If I still step up or delay going in, Grandpa will definitely have a bad impression of me."

Rong Xi was furious, and he beat Bo Zong's chest again, the force was very light, and he was reluctant to hit the hammer hard.

Dark clouds surged in Bo Zong's dark eyes, he grabbed the young man's fingers, put his arms around his slender waist and gently hugged him, then turned around and pressed him against the car window.

He raised his eyebrows, and said in a sinister tone, "The kid is really courageous now."

After some spinning and spinning, Rong's dazed mind finally came to his senses. He hugged Bo Zong's neck nervously and proactively, with a flattering smile.

"No. I'm just in a hurry. Master Bo, don't be angry."

Bo Zong touched the boy's nose with his other hand, "Well, I'm angry, what should you do?"

Rong Ling panicked immediately, and looked at him timidly with deer-like wet eyes, "Why don't you call me back, Mr. Bo?"

Bo Zong raised his eyebrows and readily agreed, "Okay."

Rongsing closed his eyes, ready to wait patiently for Bo Zong to hit him, but he didn't see any movement from the other party after waiting for a long time, and when he was about to open his eyes, a soft kiss fell on his lips.

Master Bo is kissing him!

Rong Yan was stunned, he was just about to open his eyes, the other party seemed to have read his mind, a cool palm landed on his eyelids, and then deepened the lingering kiss.

The fingers of the two intersected, and they held each other tightly. Bo Zong pressed them against the window. The big hand held the small hand, feeling warm and happy.

It was already half an hour when Rong Ling packed up and appeared in front of Bo Lao. He blushed obediently and sent the painting in his arms to him.

Mr. Bo is over seventy years old, but he is still extremely energetic. Although his head is full of white hair at this time, he has a ruddy complexion and is wearing a neat black suit, looking majestic and serious.

But this time it was for his [-]th birthday, with a piece of red paper stuck in the pocket of his suit, and he was sitting there drinking tea seriously.

But the expression on his face changed instantly when he saw Rong Xi, and he took Rong Xi's hand with a smile, and took the painting handed to him, "Xiao Rong, I didn't expect you to be so big in the past, She looks so cute and pretty."

Rong Xi was a little dazed, he didn't expect Bo Lao to be so enthusiastic at all, he mustered up a lot of courage in his heart, fearing that he might not like him, but he didn't expect that it was exactly what Master Bo said, grandpa liked him very much.

He looked at Bo Zong and tried to ask for help. He had never dealt with such an enthusiastic elder, but when he looked over, he saw Bo Zong sitting on the sofa sipping tea and looking towards them with a calm face.

Rong sting turned his head and smiled sweetly, "Happy birthday, grandpa."

"Okay, okay, grandpa is very happy. If you see you coming, come here and bring a gift."

Although Lao Bo said so, he held the box in his hand and touched and looked at it, and Rong Yan stood beside him obediently.

Bo Lao opened the box, and he carefully took it out to look, with surprise in his eyes.

"Where did this painting come from?"

This painting is extremely beautiful, the lotus flower that emerges from the mud but not stained, is gentle yet has a hint of sharpness, fully expressing the beauty of the lotus flower.

Rong Yan obediently agreed, "I drew it."

Bo Lao laughed, he carefully picked up the painting and put it back into the box, then held Rong's hand, "Xiao Rong gave grandpa a gift, grandpa is very happy."

He has lived to such an age that he doesn't even bother to look at the valuable things that other people give him.

It's just that this ingenious painting that touched his heart really made him really like it.

Master Bo kindly held his hand, and he was very amiable, holding Rong Ling and chatting there.

Even Bo Zong, who had been in the door from the beginning, was forgotten, and he didn't pay attention to him from the beginning.

Bo Zong sat aside and watched this scene, just.Sitting on the sidelines without making a sound, enjoying tea quietly.

Rong Xi's originally tense expression slowly relaxed in an instant, and it seemed that Grandpa was very satisfied with him.

Bo Lao pulled him, "Xiao Zong has been bored by himself since he was a child, as if he was not interested in anything, and never thought of getting close to others."

Rong Xi listened obediently, and from time to time he hardcored. He looked obedient and cute, which made Master Bo like him even more.

"Are you tired? Let's have some tea." With a smile all over his face, Mr. Bo turned around and pulled a face towards Bo Zong, fiercely, "Hurry up, pour some tea for Xiaorong, Bo Zongyi With a helpless face, as if he was used to all this, he slowly poured tea and handed it to them.

His perennially indifferent expression seems to be tinged with a touch of humanity and fireworks here.

Rong Ling hurriedly took the teacup in his hand, but Bo Zong hid for a moment, and put it in front of him.

"Don't pick it up, it's hot."

The author has something to say about Bo Zong: My little friend has a slender waist, and he can't stop holding him in his arms.

Ah Zhu is asking for a recommendation ticket, look at the poor child's voice QAQ