Blackened Old Gong's soft and cute sweet bun

Bo looked at this scene with a smile all over his face, feeling very relieved.

Originally, he didn't care much about the marriage that he made a random promise when he was young, but now he thinks it's okay.

The more you look at this child, the more satisfied you are, he is obedient and not noisy, you didn't do anything, it's an unusual match with Xiao Zong.

And he was very careful to give him an ink painting. The heart-stirring hand-painted is far more precious than those so-called priceless jewels.

Several people sat together and chatted for a while, and then Mr. Bo was helped out to receive the guests, leaving only Bo Zong and Rong Xi in the hall.

When the door was closed, Rong Xi's body, which was sitting neatly, softened instantly, and he slowly moved his butt towards Bo Zong with a smile on his face.He didn't expect this meeting to be so smooth, which made him very happy.

It seems that grandpa likes him very much, and his heart hangs in his stomach instantly.

Bo Zong raised his eyebrows and watched the young man slowly move over. Seeing him move his buttocks little by little, he got impatient waiting, so he stretched out his hand and pulled the young man's collar up, and the collar was in the next second. by my side.

It's like carrying a chick.

Steady and steady, much faster than his own cat-like nest.

With a dazed face, Rong Xi mechanically turned his head to look at Bo Zong, "Master Bo, you." How could you be so rude to him?He reached out and lifted him up.

Did he take him for a cat?

And is he so light? Why does it feel like Master Bo mentions him effortlessly?

Bo Zong grabbed Rong Xi's collar, "You are too slow like that, let me help you go faster."

Rong Xi looked dull, "But you lifted me up like that." Is it really good to lift him up like this?

Why does it feel weirder the more I think about it.

Bo Zong patted the kid on the head lightly, "But isn't it much faster than you?"

Rong Xi has a serious face, as if he really is.

That still has to thank Mr. Bo a lot.

Rong Xi raised his head and looked serious, he smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Master Bo!"

Bo Zong put his hand on Rong Xi's neck, stroking his neck like petting a cat, and he gave a soft "hmm".

Suddenly there was an inexplicable smell in the air, Rong Xi shrank his fingers uncomfortably, his cheeks were slightly red, and the touch of the hands on his neck was infinitely enlarged.

He stood up abruptly and walked out in a hurry, not forgetting to turn his head to report to Bo Zong.

"Master Bo still has some time before the party starts. I'll go out for a stroll first. I'll go in by myself after a while. You don't have to wait for me."

Before Bo Zong could reply, Rong Xi slipped out like a gust of wind.

Sitting on the sofa, Bo Zong twitched his fingers lightly, the feeling of touching the boy's skin just now seemed to be still lingering on his fingertips, lingering.

There was still a hint of the milky scent of the boy in the air.

So cute.

Rong Ling ran outside in a hurry, panting fiercely, leaning against a tree, he stretched out his fingers uncontrollably to touch the back of his neck.

The place that Master Bo touched just now seemed to be scorched hot, his eyes were foggy, and he couldn't help chuckling.

Um. Actually he really likes it.

After he calmed down the chaotic heartbeat slowly, he looked at the time and the dinner party was about to start, adjusted his clothes and walked forward.

However, there was a woman in a red dress standing where he didn't see it. If he could look around carefully, he would have seen it. She had been standing there quietly for a long time.

Her fingers also grabbed the bark in her subconscious, and she actually picked out the bark of a thousand-year-old tree with her bare hands.

Her fingertips were bloodshot, she didn't care about the injury on her hand at all, she was just trembling with anger.

If someone stood next to her, she would be very shocked. Is this still a weak girl who can't unscrew the bottle cap?It could kill a cow with bare hands.

Rong Xi plucked up the courage for himself, and stepped into the party with arrogance and arrogance, but when he was about to go into battle, he was immediately discouraged.

Mingmingming? There must be a lot of people there. He has never participated in such a grand banquet. When he was in the Rong family, he never participated in the party. He just hid in that small room alone, and Rong Lian would always be there The one who shined at the party.

Rong Xi was very nervous, if he knew that he shouldn't have come out by himself, he should have been with Master Bo, and he would feel safe with him.

He took a few deep breaths on his own, then opened the door and walked in.

The inside was exactly as he expected, densely packed with people, he slipped in like a fish.

This banquet was extremely grand, it was Lao Bo's birthday after all, all the prominent figures in Tongcheng came over, the lights were bright, the cups and cups were intertwined, and all of them were talking from afar with a fake smile on their faces.

In fact, this banquet had nothing to do with him. He stood not far away and looked at Bo Zong.Hold a glass of wine and chat with the person in front of you.

His face is cold, his gestures are elegant, and the black suit makes him more calm, which is simply the best.

The noble ladies from famous families standing beside him looked at him with glowing eyes, jumping around one by one, like a wolf seeing a well-behaved sheep and eagerly wanting to get a share of it.

Rong Xi stood there silently, and he even picked up a plate of pastries beside him and ate it.

Sure enough, someone went up, and the girl walked over gently, holding his too long skirt. She was a very beautiful girl with delicate makeup. They didn't know what they were talking about there, and the girl looked disappointed. gone.

Sure enough, Rong nodded.

It was the neatly dressed Rong Wenqi who also came over, and he carefully beat Lao Bo, with Rong Lian and Jiao Manyan standing beside him.The few people who tidied up looked like dogs, and looked extremely extravagant.

Rong Xi's mouth that was leisurely eating the pastry stopped instantly, he was a little shocked, why did Rong Wenqi and the others come here?

oh!Although Rong's Group is not very famous, it is also one of the best companies in Tongcheng, so there is no reason not to come to Grandpa Bo's big party.

And Rong Wenqi probably has something to do with it.

Just as Rong Xi thought, Rong Wenqi was eagerly leaning next to Bo Lao with a flattering smile on his face, and his voice was full of flattery, "Bo Lao, I am Rong Wenqi."

Bo Lao first searched for this character carefully in his mind, and finally he suddenly realized.

Isn't this person Xiaorong's father?

Thinking of this, Bo Lao gave a rare smile, "Oh? I know you."

Rong Wenqi was instantly blown away by Bo Lao's smile, and he straightened up with a bright face, only feeling that he was different from everyone present, but Bo Lao smiled at him and talked to him in a pleasant manner.

This floating is terrible, Rong Wenqi felt that his whole body was floating on both feet, "Boss, today we specially come to celebrate your birthday with you. We chose this item ourselves."

After speaking, Rong Lian, who was particularly discerning, took a step forward and handed over the gift in her hand.

It was a small piece of carefully carved walnut antique in a transparent glass box. It was very expensive and extremely difficult to find at a glance.

Rong Lian smiled sweetly, "Happy birthday to Grandpa Bo!"

Bo Lao smiled, took it over, and boasted casually, "The little girl is very slim, cute and lovely."

Rong Lian immediately regained her spirits, and her smile became sweeter and sweeter.

"Thank you Grandpa Bo, you also look very young, as if celebrating your [-]th birthday with you."

Bo Lao laughed, "You little girl can really talk, but unfortunately I am not young anymore, I have to obey my old age."

"No, no, Grandpa Bo will always be young."

Seeing that they had a good chat, Rong Wenqi was bumped on the shoulder secretly by Jiao Manyan. He was a little hesitant to go up, but he felt a steady tone, "Mr. Bo, our two families seem to be getting married, right?"

Old Bo raised his eyebrows, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Rong Wenqi rubbed his hands nervously, but he looked at his well-educated and slim daughter, and after thinking about it, the son who was completely helpless suddenly frowned in disgust.

"Mr. Bo, can we discuss this marriage carefully?"

Bo Lao also planned to talk about it carefully. Since he was quite satisfied with the child, he should also have a little understanding of the two parties' affairs.

He adjusted his sitting posture and looked up at him seriously, "Well, you say."

Rong Wenqi pulled Rong Lian to the front. She was wearing a long red dress, thinking that the elderly would not like being too revealing, so she specially picked out a conservative yet intellectually elegant dress.

At this time, she looked a little shy, with curly long hair hanging down her chest, she looked very Jiangnan woman.

"It's like this. Didn't our marriage contract say tolerance? I thought about it, two boys shouldn't be together. I just happen to have a daughter who is knowledgeable and understanding. Can I change it to Rong lotus?"

In fact, he wanted to say that his son was a funeral star, but he didn't say it after thinking about it. After all, who is Mr. Bo? He probably knows all the rumors outside, and he probably can make a choice without saying it.

He didn't agree with Bo Zong when he talked about it at the beginning. It seems that he can only talk to Bo Lao. How can he not agree to what the elder said?This marriage was originally planned by them.

Moreover, Rong Ling has not met him yet, and with the rumors outside, it is estimated that his goodwill towards him has long since disappeared.

Rong Wenqi's wishful thinking jingled, but he made a mistake. Bo and Rong Ling had met a long time ago, and they even had a very friendly conversation.

Listening to these words, Mr. Bo's originally gentle face gradually sank, and he tapped the back of the chair with his fingers, "Change?"

The author has something to say about Mr. Bo's desire and dissatisfaction: Why do children always smell so good?I can't control why the boy smells so good (*/〇)*)

Why there are always so many scenes of people who are not afraid of death (S)

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