Love is deep and lifeless: Uncle, please surrender

"Don't you need batteries or charging?" Yan Yu tried it curiously, and it was true.

"unnecessary."

"It's amazing." This music box is not as big as a palm, and it's more like a pendant in the palm of your hand.

"Make a wish on it, it's very effective." Li Bochen pressed a small switch under the music box, "Little Yanyu, are you ready for your birthday wish?" The cartoon voice asked mischievously.

"Ready!"

"Now... please close your eyes!"

"Close it!" Yan Yu spoke to the music box in a serious manner.

"Now tell me your birthday wish."

"I hope that my grandparents, grandma, father, and brother are all in good health, and that everything goes smoothly for my friends, and I also hope... that I will be with Li Bochen forever!" Yan Yu folded his hands in front of his chest and prayed devoutly.

"The wish has been recorded! Please wait for the good news!" After saying this, the music box rang the happy birthday song again.

"Your wish is very official, classmate Yan Yu." Li Bochen poked her on the forehead.

"How simple it is!"

"Then I'll make it happen for you!" Li Bochen leaned over and grabbed her pink lips with possession and aggression.

Yan Yu was moved by his series of surprises at night, and wrapped his neck cooperatively.

"Good baby!" Li Bochen wrapped her arms around her waist and carried her to the sofa, and then pushed her down.

Who knows how long it has been since he and Yan Yu have been this close.

"Hey, someone will come in here!" Yan Yu grabbed his neckline tightly to keep him from moving.

"No one dares to come in without my order!" He couldn't wait any longer. "Well..." The words were sealed with a kiss before they could say it, allowing them to enjoy this beautiful night.

After being charming, Yan Yu was wearing Li Bochen's shirt, showing most of her long and slender legs, and her dress had been torn to pieces by Li Bochen.

"Li Bochen, how do I go back like this?" Yan Yu leaned on the sofa, poking Li Bochen's shoulder with his toe.

"I'll carry you back." Li Bochen grabbed Yuzu and kissed her feet.

"Then when are we going back?" There was no watch here, so she didn't know what time it was, and her cell phone was still left in the hotel.

"Nini still has the strength to go back now?" Li Bochen looked at her neckline covered with red strawberries and asked with raised eyebrows.

"You still say it! It's all your fault!" Yan Yu kept complaining.

"Please blame me and blame me." Li Bochen saw that her sullen little face was more like acting like a baby, and stretched out her long arms to pull her into his arms.

"By the way, did you paint these oil paintings? How did you get these photos?" Yan Yu asked, pointing to dozens of oil paintings, large and small, on the wall.

When will he be able to paint by himself?

"No." Li Bochen touched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment, it was all drawn by the artist in the gallery.

"Fortunately, I just wanted to say that the painting is very good!" But she was very touched and contented that he could have such thoughts.

"Nini, why were you so ugly when you were young?" Li Bochen said, pointing to the painting near them.

The girl in the picture has just been out of the swaddle, she opened her mouth to say something, her brows are tightly knit together, and her hair hasn't grown much.

"What do you know? That's called cute, okay?" Although she also thought it was ugly, she didn't admit it.

"Sure enough, it's the Eighteenth Change of Women's University!" Li Bochen looked at her small face, and the more she looked at it, the more beautiful it became.

"Actually, I've grown it since I was in primary school, and it's already very pretty." Yan Yu pointed to a picture of a performance on stage at the back for him to see.

"What are you acting in? Nezha?" Yan Yu was wearing a red dress with a red dot on his forehead.

"Have you ever seen such a beautiful Nezha? I am performing a folk dance solo!" Yan Yu remembered that he had won a children's cup award back then.

"Did not see it."

"...I don't blame you for having bad eyesight when you're old!" Yan Yu had an expression that I understood.

"Little girl still dares to despise me for being too old! Huh?" Li Bochen then wanted to push her down and continue to ravage her, "Don't, don't, I was wrong, I was wrong, Mr. Li! You don't care about villains, don't be as knowledgeable as a little girl !" Yan Yu hurriedly begged for mercy, her waist was still hurting.

"It's not too bad!" Li Bochen got up from her, and he couldn't bear to continue torturing her, so he had to endure his animal desire, after all, he had just recovered not long ago.

"By the way, where did you get these photos of me when I was a child?"

"I hacked your dad's computer."

"..." This style is very strict.

"Nini, I will give you a painting for every birthday in the future. If you don't like it being made by someone else, I can paint it for you myself." Li Bochen hugged the villain in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her hair .

"Can you draw?" Yan Yu looked at him in surprise, he had never seen Li Bochen draw.

"I can't paint, can't I learn?" He is willing to learn and do anything for Yan Yu.

"No need, anyone's painting is the same, the key is that this painting expresses your heart, the heart that loves me." Yan Yu drilled deep into his embrace, the love between them actually does not need these things to prove.

"One painting a year, there are already twenty paintings here, and when you get old, this big wall will be full." After Li Bochen finished speaking, Yan Yu counted, and there were indeed twenty paintings.

"Then this place can be called 'Yan Yu Memorial Hall' after a few hundred years." She thought it was funny when she thought about it, no one's memorial hall is on a cruise ship.

"This cruise ship should be renamed Yan Yu!" Li Bochen was also amused by her thoughts, this girl always has all kinds of weird ideas.

"It's a good idea, I support it hahaha!" Yan Yu didn't feel sleepy at all, and leaned against Li Bochen while chatting and fighting.

"Li Bochen, you haven't even told me the story of your growth, can you tell me?" Yan Yu grabbed his big hand and drew a circle on his palm.

"There's nothing to say, it's all bad things." She also felt sad when she said it.

"But I want to know about your past!"

"You just need to participate in my future life." Li Bochen pinched her little earlobe.

"Well, since you don't want to tell me, I won't ask." Yan Yu pouted.

"Silly girl, it's not that I don't want to say it, but I don't think it's necessary to make you sad together." Li Bochen pinched her deflated little face and it bulged into a bun again.

"Take it as a storytelling! Tell me." Yan Yu grabbed his left hand and placed it on his knee, closing his eyes slightly as if listening.

"Okay." Since she wants to hear it, let's talk.

Changing his posture to make Yan Yu more comfortable, Li Bochen opened his mouth slowly and said, "As long as I can remember, my mother has always been gentle and amiable to me, and treated me with respect as a guest. Children’s wealthy families are different.” At that time, he was only in kindergarten, and some classmates had already stopped attending classes or transferred schools due to family changes.

"Later, my mother became more and more unhappy. She only kept smiling and optimistic towards me. My father didn't come home very often. When he came back, they often quarreled. My mother hid in the bedroom and cried secretly." Yan Yu He suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at Li Bochen distressedly, he was so young at that time, he must be very sad.

"Don't look at me, listen to the story carefully!" Li Bochen turned her head away, and he had already seen Yan Yu's eyes flushed.

"Stop telling it, your story is not exciting at all! I'm not interested in listening to it!" Asking him to tell these things again is undoubtedly like tearing open his long-sealed wounds.

Likewise, she didn't want to see Li Bochen sad again.

"Okay, let's stop talking." Li Bochen tightened his arms, Yan Yu turned around and hugged his thin waist, rubbing his nose against his shoulder, "So I thought I was the worst, but I didn't expect you I didn't have a good time as a kid."

"You still have a father who loves you." Yan Fengying's concern for Yan Yu is not just lip service.

"Well, I'm still relatively happy!" Yan Yu nodded, and felt that Li Bochen was too pitiful. He was so good-looking but no one liked him when he was young.

"Why are you crying, Nini?" Li Bochen's shoulders were wet, and he raised her head to look, tears were all over his face, and his big eyes were still streaming out violently.