Old man An also smiled: "I heard the housekeeper say that my grandson knows that there is no one in your Bo family, so he specially asked him to send a supper, and it was funny this morning, and he was a little unhappy to see that the little tiger in your family was not there." ” Mr.
Bo turned his head and lit a cigarette, no matter what he did, he always seemed to have an unstable atmosphere on his body: "That's okay, there have been a lot of things recently, she's here with you, and I'm relieved." ” Old man An rarely knew what the other party was doing, so he said: "So you didn't go back to the castle."
"Ahh Mr.
Bo's slender fingers flicked the cigarette ash, and he suddenly smiled: "I don't go back because I enjoy the living environment of eating soft rice, of course, Mr.
An will not understand, after all, my wife is too capable." ” Old man An really made such a year-old friend, which is enough.
Those who eat soft rice are not ashamed, but proud.
Speaking of which, he hasn't been active for a long time.
Recently it started again.
It seems that it is not peaceful outside.
Otherwise he wouldn't have lived in this kind of place.
It should be out of the protection of the family.
After all, he is no longer the lone king he used to be.
This man is obviously a legend who can shake many industries.
But he was raised as a small milk dog at home.
No, it's not.
It should be said that the person who will treat him as a little milk dog is only the mother of nine.
Mr.
Bo understood what Mr.
An's eyes meant, but he didn't care, and left a sentence: "I'll come to pick up my little ninth master tomorrow." ” It disappeared into the night.
But even standing under a street lamp.
He could also see the reflection on the second floor.
The two little people were not close to each other, but they were on the same bed.
Mr.
Bo chuckled, it was really rare to see who his little ninth master would like so much.
But that kid from the Qin family is quite capable.
Know how to read stories to make children happy.
He didn't tell fairy tales to his little ninth master.
Mr.
Bo reached out and flicked the cigarette butt into the trash can in the yard.
When I raised my eyes again, I found that the lights in the house were on, and the corners of my mouth were hooked.
Prepare to walk outside twice again to disperse the smell of smoke before going in.
First of all, he had to make sure that he didn't smell so much blood.
Mr.
Bo has long legs, and when he moves in the night, he is like an ancient nightcrawler, landing silently.
Soon, he changed his outfit in the basement.
When he reappeared in the living room, he was wearing a pure white T-shirt and home-cotton pants, and a pair of glasses on his face.
This kind of dress makes him look like a college student.
The temperament is brilliant and clear.
Plus this person is too coquettish.
That's right, it's coquettish.
Because the moment he appeared.
He changed his expression that he hadn't woken up yet, stretched out his hand, and hugged the back of Qianqian, who was wearing a professional suit and skirt and brewing medicine in front of the displacement, and put his chin on the other party's shoulder so naturally, sniffing the good fragrance, and lazily prolonged his tone: "Why did I come back so late today, and Jiu Ye and I didn't have anything to eat." ” The back was hugged by him, and his face was still a little red.
It's been so long since we've been married.
But I don't know why, it's still the same as when I first met this person.
Probably because the other party is three years younger than him.
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Therefore, once she gets intimate, she always feels numb and takes advantage of the other party.
This feeling is always worse when facing that handsome and clear side face aa2705221: