Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Bo Juanshi's white and tender face bulged slightly.

He grabbed the corner of his clothes with his little hands and nestled into Shi Qinglan's arms, rubbing his soft little body against her like a spoiled child, "Mommy..."

He called softly, as if to show weakness.

"Forget it." Shi Qinglan frowned slightly, "I'm afraid these two little devils don't want a nanny to take care of them, otherwise I'll ask my parents if they can help take care of them during the day."

"Yeah." Bo Yucheng responded with a slightly deep voice.

He pursed his lips lightly, "But Youzhi should also need mom's help to take care of him, I'll ask grandpa?"

"That's fine." Shi Qinglan nodded gently.

Bo Yucheng then called Bo Chengru. The old man was naturally happy to do this kind of thing. It happened that he was really bored at home, and he was very happy to be able to stay with his precious grandchildren every day, so he immediately prepared to come.

"You two little naughty kids."

Shi Qinglan pinched Bo Juanshi's nose, "Did the nanny bully you? You had to drive her away."

Bo Juanshi pouted and shook his head.

Bo Siqing also looked at them innocently, shook his head coldly, "No, I did it on purpose."

She really didn't know that the toy was so powerful...

She didn't pretend to be a ghost to scare people before, but because she saw her mommy cutting something, and it seemed that it could be worn after it was done, just as beautiful as her little skirt.

So she took Bo Juanshi's scalpel, cut the bed sheet into pieces and put it on her body, but she was afraid of being discovered by her parents during the day, so she could only play at night. Who knew that the nanny was so frightened.

And the time when she almost blew up the kitchen...

She saw her mommy making chicken soup for her daddy, it smelled so good, and she thought it was fun, so she tried it.

She just...tried it casually.

"Don't do this again, do you hear me?" Shi Qinglan looked at them seriously, "Mommy remembers that this gun is hidden in the bedroom. You sneaked into the bedroom when Mommy was not around and took it out without permission. It's wrong."

"I was wrong." Bo Juanshi nodded obediently.

Bo Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he also responded, "Oh."

Shi Qinglan rubbed Bo Juanshi's head in his arms, and then put her down, "Didn't you have lunch yet?"

Hearing this, Bo Juanshi looked down at his belly.

He licked his lips gently, "No... I want to eat, eat, Mommy, make it."

Bo Siqing's cold eyes also lit up a little.

Shi Qinglan's craftsmanship must be recognized by the two little guys. Sometimes when they made a mistake, they only needed a meal to coax them back after being taught a lesson, and then the brother and sister would be happy again and would not get angry with them.

"I'll do it." Shi Qinglan stood up immediately.

She looked up at Bo Yucheng, "Take a look, don't let these two guys do anything else."

"Yeah." Bo Yucheng's lips curled slightly.

He took advantage of the situation to hug Shi Qinglan's waist, then lowered his head and pecked her lips gently, "Garlic pork."

"I know." Shi Qinglan glanced at him angrily.

After pushing the man away, she hurried downstairs.

Bo Juanshi and Bo Siqing both quietly raised their eyelids, their eyes rolling around, secretly looking at Daddy.

"Daddy, again... sucking Mommy's mouth."

Bo Juanshi muttered softly, he gently pulled the corner of his sister's clothes, "Daddy, Mommy, what are you doing?"

They always see Daddy sucking Mommy's mouth.

Bo Siqing blinked his eyes and licked his mouth, but didn't taste anything. "It will... change color."

Just now, after Mommy was eaten by Daddy, her face turned red again. Mommy's mouth and butt have mechanisms, and Daddy will make Mommy change color when he touches her.

"Huh?" Bo Juanshi tilted his head in confusion.

However, just as the brother and sister were muttering, a shadow suddenly pressed over.

After Shi Qinglan left the bedroom, Bo Yucheng's smile immediately disappeared. He walked steadily to the two little guys, and the two little bodies were shocked and stood up suddenly.

"Dad, Daddy." Bo Juanshi's eyes were confused.

Bo Yucheng glanced at him with his eyes down, and reached out to rub his head, "Ajuan, go play by yourself first, Daddy has a few words to say to your sister alone, be obedient."

"Oh, okay." Bo Juanshi nodded obediently.

He immediately slid down from the bed, his short legs landed steadily on the ground, and then he ran out.

Bo Siqing lowered her head and played with her fingers carelessly.

Suddenly, she felt the bed beside her collapse, and Bo Yucheng sat next to her. The little guy glanced at him with a guilty look, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and said nothing.

"Sisi." Bo Yucheng's low voice sounded.

He looked at the small ball of Bo Siqing sideways, "Brother and Mommy are not here, tell Dad the truth, did you take this gun out of the bedroom, huh?"

Bo Yucheng took out the pistol from his waist.

Bo Siqing's eyebrows were slightly rippled, she secretly glanced at the gun with her peripheral vision, and reached out to take it...

But Bo Yucheng's big hand wrapped the pistol.

His hand went around his side and hid it back at his waist, "You fired the gun, right?"

Bo Siqing's fair cheeks were bulging.

She looked up at Bo Yucheng, her clear eyes were a little timid, children can never hide their thoughts.

Bo Siqing nodded gently, "...I."

She didn't lie, she admitted it very well, and stretched out her soft little hand to hold Bo Yucheng's fingers.

"Wrong, wrong." She looked up at Bo Yucheng timidly.

Although Bo Siqing was cold by nature, she was a little timid in front of her father, and her soft appearance made people reluctant to blame her.

Bo Yucheng sighed helplessly, raised his hand and rubbed his baby daughter's head, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Bo Siqing nodded very seriously.

She let go of Bo Yucheng's fingers and gestured with her little hands as much as possible, trying to express her meaning as much as possible, "Fun... can, can... can be so so..."

She indicated that the pistol could be disassembled.

But she didn't know how to express it specifically. She hadn't learned how to say the verb to disassemble, and she danced with joy.

Bo Yucheng soon understood what she meant. He took out the pistol and disassembled it all again. The originally complete pistol became a pile of small precision parts.

"Yeah." Bo Siqing nodded excitedly.

It was rare for her to show obvious emotions, but when facing the pistol, her excitement was obviously very high.

Bo Yucheng handed her the disassembled parts, and Bo Siqing immediately crawled over, sat cross-legged on the bed and played with the parts, and even picked up a bullet and shook it, "This, what... it hurts, hair, no more."

She meant that when this thing passed by, the nanny's hair was gone.