After hanging up the phone, Bo Yunli looked at his son, who was reading and resting after finishing his homework, and his daughter, who had not done her homework and was resting by playing games.
Bo Moyi was lying on the sofa in the same position as her mother. Her feet were on Bo Yicheng's legs, and she was on the phone.
Sometimes, when she was high, the foot on Bo Yicheng's leg would slide down. Bo Yicheng's eyes did not even leave the book. He naturally reached out to protect her foot and patted it. "Be good, don't fall."
Habit became natural.
Goody was already very old and was lying quietly on the carpet under their feet. Its chin was pressed against the carpet, its two little paws were on both sides of its face, and its tail was slowly moving.
Looking at Guai Guai, who was in her twilight years and whose hair had started to turn white, Bo Yunli thought of his grandfather. Bo Zhan: ??
"Have you prepared a gift for great-grandfather's birthday?"
