After the Marriage Cancellation, She Becomes a True Ancestor

Su also raised half of his eyebrows: "..."

Bo Yunli leaned against the car window, propped his forehead with one hand, and rubbed Su Ye's tender little hands with the other hand, with an expression of listening attentively: "You can also use a kind of food to describe me."

Su Ye: "..."

How do you feel cheap?

She frowned, it was really troublesome to have a boyfriend who was more than 30 years younger than herself.

After thinking about it, she raised her eyelids again and looked at Bo Yunli.

The soil roots were yellow, short and round back then, so they could not be more suitable to be called small potatoes.

As for Bo Yunli...

Tall and thin, elongated...

cucumber? celery? Green onions?

It seems that the color is not right.

He is usually cold, with a chill all over his body...

Here Su is also struggling to think, while Bo Yunli is slowly rubbing|playing with her hands over there.

The delicate round bone protruding from the wrist slowly slides to the knuckle of the ring finger...

Kneading the fingertips, rubbing the fingertips...

This hand feels good...it can kill him.

His eyes gradually darkened, black bottomless, he looked at Su Ye, and just about to lean over, Su Ye's beautiful eyes lit up: "I thought of it!"

Bo Yunli turned back calmly and licked his lower lip: "Huh? What is it?"

His eyes were turbulent, and he locked deeply on Su Ye's lips that were so tender that they could kiss water. Seeing the corners of her lips curled up, he uttered two words very clearly: "Popsicle (son)."

Bo Yunli: "..."

It is no exaggeration to say that this nickname instantly froze his violent ups and downs.

Give others the nickname Little Potato.

Give him the nickname Popsicle?

He immediately thought of two words,

Old popsicles and old bachelors... what kind of shit?

He let go of Su Ye's hand, with a cold face: "It's getting late, you should get out of the car."

Su Ye let out a soft 'chi', squinted at him, and said that he was not a popsicle.

She pushed the car door open, and just as she stepped out, Bo Yunli had a tense expression again, and couldn't help saying: "Buttons are fastened, it's windy outside."

Su also deliberately annoyed him, not only did not button it, but took off his coat to his shoulders, like wearing a shawl, turned around and stuck out his tongue at him, and then ran into the night breeze.

Bo Yun laughed out of courtesy.

i fucking...

He watched the little girl enter the gate of Su's house, and her figure disappeared at the door. A few minutes later, the light in the little girl's bedroom came on, and just as Bo Yunli was about to turn the steering wheel to leave, the phone screen suddenly lit up.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and took out his phone with the other.

A WeChat.

His ancestor: Go back and drive slowly, little ice cream.

Little ice cream...

Ice cream and popsicles sound like the same thing, but feel completely different.

Bo Yunli faced the screen in silence for two seconds, suppressing the corners of his lips that could not help but curl up.

This little ancestor is really terrible.

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Zhang family.

After Bai Yuqiao settled Bai Jingxu, when she returned to the house, she passed by the room where the portrait of the patriarch was hung, staring at the portrait very depressedly.

Even Patriarch and Su couldn't tell the difference, Dad was so confused.

But she looked at it, and suddenly her eyebrows jumped.

Not to mention, she didn't think about that before, but looking at it now, the person in the portrait really looks a bit like Su.

After a while, Bai Yuqiao pursed her lips, looked away, lowered her head, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

how is this possible?

She was really confused, she must be just similar, maybe all the women in this world look alike...