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Chapter 1121 Regaining glory (1)

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    He never imagined that Xia Siyu was worried about her "happy marriage" and wanted to help him get back on track.  His voice was a little trembling: "That's fine, but don't you want to read?"

    Xia Siyu held his arm and shook it: "Listening to your words is better than studying for ten years. Reading is not as important as exercise. Come on, come on, help me."

    Although Bo Yan felt it was a bit strange, she kept shaking his arm. How should I put it, Xia Siyu pretended to be cute and made her whole body uncomfortable. She felt as clumsy as a bear rubbing against a tree. Bo Yan was shaken by her for a while, and his arm almost fell apart.  , he had to stand up: "Okay, okay, I'll go with you."

    Xia Siyu quickly dragged the yoga mat and put it away. Unfortunately, the yoga mat here had not been used for a long time. It was all dusty and could not be used even after putting it away.  Xia Siyu smiled and said: "I'll wipe it." Then he turned around and picked up a white T-shirt.

    Bo Yan was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing with this?"

    Xia Siyu said calmly: "Oh, rag, I can't find it. Just use this."

    Bo Yan looked at the Saint Laurent T-shirt and was a little speechless: "Leave me alone."

    He turned around and took a box of wet wipes.  There are indeed no rags at home, but there are plenty of wet wipes.  Bo Yan wanted to squat down to clean up. Xia Siyu was afraid that his squatting down would affect the one who was kicked yesterday, so she said, "I'll do it."

    The two people squatted down at the same time and stretched out their hands at the same time. Before they could get the wet wipes, Xia Siyu and Boyan's hands met in the air.

    Although Xia Siyu took action later, she was impatient and quick, so she came into contact with the wet wipes first.  Bo Yan arrived later and happened to hold her hand.

    The two looked at each other.

    Bo Yan has big hands, long fingers, and distinct knuckles.  His hands are not like some people, who get extremely cold in autumn and winter, but their hands are very warm.  When the piano teacher looks at such hands, he will know that they are piano-playing hands.  He does play guitar and he plays piano.  I brought my guitar to play and sing before, and I captivated a large number of fans.

    It was an accident to catch her in the air, and Bo Yan didn't mean to take advantage of her. However, Xia Siyu had been acting weird all day, sometimes letting him go casually, sometimes acting coquettishly, this guy had too many tricks, and he was a little confused.  .  Now that I have grabbed my hand, I have no intention of letting go.  Bo Yan originally just touched the back of her hand from behind, but now he simply inserted his fingers, put his palm against the back of her hand, held her fingers together, and then tightened.

    Xia Siyu looked at him blankly, feeling the warmth of his palm slowly spreading from his palm to the back of her hand and her fingertips.  He also looked at her and smiled.  This smile was like spring flowers blooming and everything coming back to life, which made her heart beat wildly.

    After Xia Siyu got back together with him, at first they communicated more physically than emotionally.  Later, feelings developed, but they were mainly divided into two aspects.  First, they have the same interests, hobbies and work. Bo Yan and she promote each other and make progress together in acting.  Second, the two of them supported each other in family matters and had enemies with the same goal. The two gradually established a revolutionary friendship and then showed consideration and understanding to each other.

    Of course, this kind of relationship is not bad, but after all, it lacks the taste of pure love.

    Xia Siyu herself is neither shy nor ashamed. This kind of deer bumping into her heart is like a drum, and her mind seems to have fireworks blooming in the air, which is rarely experienced.

    But now, when she looked at Bo Yan, there were only a few words in her eyes: the taste of heartbeat.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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