Rebirth is so sweet, the prince of Beijing circle kissed passionately on the red carpet

Chapter 221 Not a Fool, a Baby

The corners of Lu Tian's mouth twitched, and she intuitively felt that these two words were not what he said just now.

After all, there is no such thing as a good fool.

But she still pretended to be dissatisfied, "Are you calling me stupid?"

She threw away the magazine and went to strangle him, "You're the stupid one, try calling me stupid again."

Bo Jinran smiled and tried to hide, but she came up to pinch him again, raised her leg to cross him, and sat directly on his legs, pressing him down so that he could not move.

He simply hugged her as she turned over, letting her hands fall on his neck.

Seeing that he was controlled by her, Lu Tian snorted triumphantly and threatened him: "Am I stupid?"

The young man put his arm around her waist, holding the girl's soft body tightly in his arms, lowering his eyes and chuckling, "Why not stupid?"

She probably didn't even realize that she was now kneeling on him, lying directly in his arms.

She just looked at him with wide eyes and dissatisfaction: "You still say it?"

He smiled and leaned over to kiss her face, coaxing her: "Well, let's not talk about it anymore. I'm stupid, I'm stupid, okay?"

"You know what you're interested in."

Lu Tian was satisfied. Bo Jinran hugged her tightly, placed his palm on the back of her head, and pressed her head against his shoulder.

His lips were next to her ear, "Sweet."

Lu Tian said "hmm" in confusion.

The young man whispered in her ear: "Luckily, I have you."

Lu Tian blinked her eyelashes slightly. No matter how carefree she was, she could still sense his emotions, so the hand that was pinching his neck turned into a hug.

She hugged his neck and asked him worriedly: "Are you still not happy?"

She actually thought about it and realized that if what happened to his father happened to her, and if her father dared to find someone as old as her, she would probably have picked up a knife and attacked him.

So I can understand how upset he is now.

Lu Tian stroked the boy's short hair with one hand. "It's okay. As long as I'm here, our Bo Er won't be homeless. Don't worry, I'll take you home this weekend. My parents will be happy to be your parents."

Only her words of comfort are so different.

Bo Jinran couldn't help but chuckle.

He closed his eyes, "I'm not unhappy anymore."

The corners of his lips moved, and he suddenly said, "I'm... here, I'm very happy."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

He still spoke the two words in the middle too quickly and too vaguely. Lu Tian was speechless. "What are you talking about?"

She thought for a moment, "Do you want to call me dad but are embarrassed?"

"..."

Bo Jinran was silent for a few seconds, "You have a nice idea."

"Why not?"

Lu Tian was speechless, "You don't want to call me dad, what are you talking about?"

I talked for a long time but couldn't hear clearly.

She looked at his red ears and suddenly had an idea: "You can't be trying to fart, right?"

But you feel embarrassed so you keep hinting at her?

Bo Jinran was completely expressionless.

He let go of her and let her get down from his arms. "It's too late, go to bed. I'll be over there. Lock the balcony door."

Lu Tian dazedly followed the force of his loosening and even pushing her and rolled back onto the bed.

When I looked up at him again, he had already gotten out of bed and said, "Don't stay up late reading magazines. You have classes tomorrow."

Lu Tian pouted, "Oh."

She wasn't just reading a magazine; she knew he was coming and was waiting for him.

She hummed.

But since he didn't look so uncomfortable anymore, I didn't bother to care about him anymore. I just muttered to myself, "What's there to be embarrassed about? It's not like I haven't seen you before..."

Before she could finish her words, the boy suddenly pulled her quilt upwards to cover her whole body.

What she wanted to say was also blocked out by the quilt.

Lu Tian uttered a muffled “hmm” and struggled under the quilt, “What are you doing?”

He bent down and hugged the ball in the quilt to prevent her from breaking free, lowering his head close to hers, "You are really stupid."

The boy's voice came through the quilt, helpless and worried, "It's not bubu, it's baby."