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

Bo Yunli leaned against the car window, supported her forehead with one hand and rubbed Su Ye's tender little hand with the other hand, with a look of washing her ears: "I also use a kind of food to describe me."

Su Ye: “…………”

Why do you feel so mean?

She frowned and had a boyfriend who was over 30 years younger than her, which was really troublesome.

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

The soil roots were yellow, short and round back then, so it was perfect for a little potato.

As for Bo Yunli...

Tall and thin, long...

Cucumber? Celery? Scallion?

It seems that the color is not right.

He is usually cold and full of coldness...

Su was also thinking hard, but Bo Yunli was slowly rubbing and playing with her hands.

From the delicate round bones raised on the wrist, slowly slid to the knuckles of the ring finger...

I kneaded my fingertips and rubbed my fingertips...

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

His eyes gradually became dark and dark. He looked at Su Ye and was about to lean over when he saw Su Ye's beautiful eyes lit up: "I thought of it!"

Bo Yunli turned back quietly and licked her lower lip: "Hmm? What is it?"

His eyes were surging, and Su Ye's lips were deeply locked, and he saw that the corners of her lips curled up and spit out two words very clearly: "Popsicle (school)."

Bo Yunli: "..."

It is no exaggeration to say that this nickname instantly freezes his intense ups and downs.

Give others a nickname, Xiao Potato.

Give him a nickname popsicle?

He instantly recalled two words, old popsicle and old bachelor... what kind of dog thing?

He let go of Su Ye's hand and a cold face: "It's getting late, it's time to get off the car."

Su Ye sniffed, looked at him squintly, and said that he was not a popsicle.

She pushed open the car door and just stepped out. Bo Yunli had a tense expression again and couldn't help but say: "The buttons are fastened, and the wind is strong outside."

Su also deliberately angered him. Not only did he not hold it down, but he took off his coat to his shoulders, and wanted to wear a shawl. He turned around and stuck his tongue at him, and then ran into the night wind.

Bo Yun's elegant aura is extremely unpleasant.

I fucking...

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

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

A WeChat message.

His ancestors: When you go back, drive slowly, and have a small ice cream.

Small ice cream...

Ice cream and popsicle sound the same thing, but it seems to be completely different.

Bo Yunli silently faced the screen for two seconds, suppressing the corners of her lips that could not help but bent upwards.

This little ancestor is really deadly.

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Zhang Family.

Bai Yu Qiao settled Bai Jingxu. When she returned to the house, she passed by the room with the portrait of the ancestor hanging, staring at the portrait with great depression.

Even the ancestor and Su couldn't tell the difference between him. Dad was so confused.

But as she looked, her eyebrows suddenly jumped.

Not to mention, she didn't think about that before, but now she looked at the person in the portrait, and she was a bit like Su.

After a long time, Bai Yuqiao pursed her lips, withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

How is that possible?

She was really confused by the anger. It must be just a similarity. Maybe the beauty in the world looks the same...

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Third update ~

Little ice cream - from my aunt's love for the little wolf dog in the next year~
Chapter completed!