That night, Bo Lin didn't get any sleep at all.

He secretly thought that he had deliberately provoked Hua Jian, which seemed a bit too much.

White underwear and white socks were never his preference in the past.

It was that bastard Lu Zexi. For some reason, after knowing that he and Hua Jian were planning to go on a trip, he secretly sent him a few sets of clothes and told him to make sure to take them with him.

Bo Lin didn't know what he was thinking, but for some unknown reason he actually brought it here.

"...You're distracted again."

Hua Jian was very dissatisfied. As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Lin groaned.

He immediately raised his head from the pillow and tried to stop him: "I'm tired, I don't want it anymore."

Unfortunately, Hua Jian, who always listened to him, seemed like a different person in bed.

His rapid breathing seemed to be answering Bo Lin, "You rest, but I really like your underwear today, especially the front. I'm sorry I tore it for you. I'll buy you a few new ones. Can you wear them for me?"

There was a loud bang in Bo Lin's head, and unspeakable shame tugged at his nerves.

He thought Hua Jian was so anxious just now that she didn't see the front of the underwear.

His watery eyes saw the underwear thrown away by his owner again next to the shoes under the bed.

The transparent lace in the front seemed to be mocking him.

Hmm.

In fact, he also has a hollow back...

Thinking of Hua Jian's expression after he put it on, Bo Lin's body seemed to become more sensitive.

Especially Hua Jian likes to kiss his sensitive ears at the same time.

The random thoughts in Bo Lin's mind quickly dissipated.

Hua Jian had been feeling depressed for a long time.

That night, Bo Lin took care of him and was very tolerant of his occasional rudeness.

Even Hua Jian discovered that Bo Lin liked...

Finally, the sky brightened and Bo Lin fell into a deep sleep.

Hua Jian was still in high spirits.

The advantage of being young is that after a hard night's work, you can still take a bath with your wife and then sleep close to her.

...

Bo Lin started dreaming as soon as he fell asleep.

It's just that his dream was a little strange.

There is no flower letter.

The man in the dream looked like him, but not the complete him.

There was no Hua Jian in the dream, he was not in Lu Zexi's bar, and he was not Fan Ling's art teacher.

In the dream, Bo Lin and Xie Zhiwei had no intersection. One day, when Lu Zexi, trapped in love, asked him to drink, he casually mentioned that his classmate's business went bankrupt.

Bo Lin seemed like an outsider, looking at the deep and dark painting, 'Bo Lin' was like a robot.

Cold, ruthless, and working alone every day.

Where is Hua Jian?

"Boom!"

Bo Lin opened his eyes, breathing rapidly.

The uncontrollable sadness in the dream seemed to follow him out after he woke up.

He twitched the corners of his lips and unconsciously raised his arms to cover his eyes.

He didn't move for a long time.

Bo Lin was very afraid that the world he was in now was just a dream.

"...Uncle, why isn't he awake yet? Uncle Xiaohua, I want to go in and wake him up."

The little girl's voice was lively yet filled with the worry of a little adult.

"No, our Fanling is already a grown-up little lady, but her uncle is a boy. Little lady Fanling cannot go into a boy's bedroom."

"But why doesn't uncle get up yet? Uncle never stays in bed."

"Well, uncle was too tired last night. Come on, Xiaohua, uncle will paint with you."

"But...ah, Uncle Xiaohua, he's so tall, chuckle!"

The little girl's clear and joyful laughter gradually faded away.

Bo Lin's arms were already lowered.

He turned his head to look at the table and chairs on the side, where a pair of frameless glasses were placed.

It's Hua Jian's.

Realizing this, Bo Lin's floating heart finally slowly fell to the ground.

But he didn't get up immediately.

As my consciousness returned, the soreness in my body also came back.

"Tsk, it seems I teased him too much yesterday."

Bo Lin laughed. After he and Hua Jian got together, they were busy with various things and it seemed that they had never been able to spend time together properly.

You can try more of this kind of interest of wearing a "new piece of clothing" occasionally.

I wonder what else Hua Jian likes besides hollow lace underwear?

The feelings of loss and despair in the dream slowly dissipated.

Under the big tree in the back garden, there are two easels, one large and one small.

Hua Jian and Qi Fanling sat side by side, each painting.

At this time, Qi Fanling turned his head and said something to Hua Jian. Hua Jian immediately put down his paintbrush, moved closer to the little girl, and explained to him patiently and gently.

Bo Lin stood not far away and stared at this warm scene, his heart softened.

Perhaps Hua Jian would not have met Bo Lin in that time and space...

"Bo Lin, are you awake?"

"Uncle, you finally woke up!"

Hua Jian's joyful voice dispelled Bo Lin's confused melancholy.

Bo Lin came to his senses and walked towards the happy couple, one big and one small.

"What are you drawing?"

"Uncle, look, is the deer I drew beautiful? Does it look like the real thing?"

Hua Jian stared at Bo Lin without blinking, and Bo Lin looked at him when he came closer.

"Does it hurt anymore?" Hua Jian asked in a low voice as she moved closer to him.

[I helped Bo Lin bathe yesterday, and he looked swollen. I applied some medicine, but I wonder if he's better today.]

Qi Fanling was anxiously writing her name on the painting and did not hear what his two uncles were saying.

Bo Lin's ears turned red again. He looked at Hua Jian with a warning: "Don't talk nonsense in front of Fan Ling, and throw the garbage in your head as far away as you can."

Hua Jian lowered her voice when she heard this: "She doesn't understand, and she can't hear."

"Flower Jane!"

"Got it! I'll definitely keep my mind under control!"

Bo Lin was amused by his appearance. He looked so beautiful with his soft and affectionate eyes.

Hua Jian finally couldn't help but lower her head and kissed him on the lips.

Bo Lin's eyes trembled slightly as he whispered, "I had a dream. You weren't in my dream. I couldn't find you anywhere."

Hua Jian paused, then smiled and said, "Don't people often say that dreams are the opposite of reality? So those things will never happen."

"Really? You won't leave me, right?"

"Of course, we will always be together."

Bo Lin pursed his lips and stared at Hua Jian intently, "Really? Forever, you won't suddenly disappear one day, right?"

Hua Jian moved her lips: "Of course."

Qi Fanling finally finished writing her name. Her little face flushed, and she turned to look at Bo Lin with the expectation of praise: "Uncle, look!"

Bo Lin turned his gaze away and looked at her.

Fan Ling is much better than the gloomy and lifeless little guy in the dream.

He bent down to look at the painting in Qi Fanling's hand, and was then stunned.

On a green meadow, there were three sika deer, two large and one small.

She almost said her little idea out loud, and drew a pink bow on the ear of the smallest fawn.

Bo Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

Qi Fanling looked at Hua Jian with some surprise.

Hua Jian smiled and touched her head.

At this moment, Bo Lin suddenly spoke up, "In the background painting you brought back from the Xie family, is it possible that there was someone else beside you and your mother?"