Bo Yin hooked his lips and smiled: "Got it, madam." ” The word Mrs. made Lou Luo glance at him, and his finger stopped: "You" Without waiting for Lou Luo to speak, Bo Yin intercepted her words: "Madame wants to start messing up and give up" Lou Luo knew what he was talking about, withdrew his hand, and smiled a little: "That's how it is used from the beginning to the end."
Bo Yin hooked her slightly messy long hair: "Aren't I your little milk dog, the owner will throw the little milk dog at home when he gets up, isn't it a mess and an end of abandonment."
The man said casually, but Lou Luo paused: "How much have you heard?"
"Let you watch out for me."
Bo Yin smoothed her hand and stuffed it into his windbreaker: "I heard everything that should be heard." ” Lou Luo looked sideways: "They have no malicious intent. ” "I understand."
Bo Yin's voice was very light: "They all care about you, good friends." ” Lou Luo smiled, reached out and touched his head: "You are more mature than I thought." ” "So don't just watch the videos of other people's male gods."
Bo Yin smiled shallowly: "There won't be such milk as me." ” Lou Luo didn't expect the topic to come to this aspect, and after talking about it like this, she found that the "little milk dog" also has an exclusive desire.
"Where are you milk" Lou Luo watched him walk naturally in the outermost position, and his face became more and more noble and handsome under the street lamp.
Bo Yin smiled: "I listened to you, you have been gone since the morning, I have been at home and have not gone anywhere." ” "No need to work," Lou Luo looked at him.
Bo Yin's voice was lazy: "I'm going to take you to see your daughter, you can come back and do work or something." ” Lou Luo paused for a moment, stood in the night and looked at him: "There is really a daughter" "Really."
Bo Yin, who was wearing a windbreaker, stretched out his hand and hugged Lou Luo in his arms: "She used to like to fight with me for you, but I haven't been obedient yet." ” Lou Luo sniffed the good smell of the young man, and his thoughts seemed to be a little chaotic.
What brought her to her senses was the bat that wandered back and forth under the streetlights.
It seems that these bats have been following them since just now.
Bo Yin followed her gaze, and then, a trace of red flashed as if her eyes were low As if they had received some command, the bats immediately disappeared into the night.
Bo Yin took his gaze back, knowing the advisor: "How" "It's nothing, I think I'm thinking too much."
Lou Luo looked at him sideways: "I'm hungry, what do you want to eat in a while." ” Bo Yin didn't seem to care: "It's okay." ” Lou Luo pressed the key and opened the car door: "Pick the same." ” "You."
He was already holding her hand, but at this time he lowered his figure, his breath hit her ears, and his slender fingers crossed the marks on her neck meaningfully: "I want to eat you." ” It's not that there is no resistance, but it seems that this person has the ability to make people lose their ability to think.
This is probably what the Seling Jun conferred.
That night, Lou Luo also experienced the benefits of a youthful body, but the same price to pay was to wear a high-necked sweater the next day. and a slight soreness in the waist.
He seems to dislike the sun.
The curtains were not opened.
It's just a little bit, because he always thinks about his daughter.
I am also a little concerned about Milan's recent games.
So during the lunch break, Lou Luo couldn't help but click on the connection that the fortune teller sent to her before.
It was a video about an esports game aa2705221: