The national school idol is a girl

Mr. An also laughed: "I heard from the housekeeper that my grandson knew that there was no one in your Bo family, so he specially asked him to send a midnight snack. It was funny this morning. He was not happy to see that little tiger of yours was not there. ”

Mr. Bo tilted his head and lit a cigarette. No matter what he was doing, he always seemed to have an unsettled aura about him: "That's okay. There have been a lot of things recently. I can rest assured that she is with you."

Mr. An rarely knew what the other party was doing, so he asked: "So you didn't go back to the castle?"

"Ah." Mr. Bo flicked the cigarette ashes with his slender fingers and smiled suddenly: "I don't go back because I enjoy the living environment of eating soft rice. Of course, Mr. An won't understand. After all, my wife is too capable."

It is enough for Mr. An to have such an old friend.

Those who eat soft food are not ashamed but proud.

Speaking of which, he hasn't been active for a long time.

It started again recently.

It seems that things are not peaceful outside again.

Otherwise he wouldn't live in a place like this.

It should be out of protection for the family.

After all, he is no longer the lonely king he used to be.

This man is obviously a legend who can shake up many industries.

But he was raised as a puppy at home.

No, that's not right.

It should be said that the only person who would treat him as a puppy is Jiu's mother.

Mr. Bo understood the meaning of Mr. An's look, but he didn't care. He said: "I will pick up my little Master Jiu tomorrow."

Just disappeared into the vast night.

But even standing under a streetlight.

He could also see the reflection on the second floor.

The two villains were not close to each other, but they were on the same bed.

Mr. Bo chuckled. It was rare to see his little Master Jiu like someone so much.

But that kid from the Qin family is quite capable.

Know how to read stories to make children happy.

He has never told fairy tales to his little Master Jiu.

Mr. Bo reached out and flicked the cigarette butt into the trash can in the yard.

When he raised his eyes again, he found that the lights at home were on, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Prepare to walk outside for two more times to diffuse the smoke smell before going in.

First, he had to make himself smell less like blood.

Mr. Bo has long legs. When he moves in the night, he is like an ancient night walker, landing silently.

Soon, he changed into a set of clothes in the basement.

When he reappeared in the living room, he was wearing a pure white T-shirt paired with home cotton pants, and a pair of glasses on his face.

Dressed like this, he looked like a college student.

The temperament is striking and clear.

Plus this guy is so good at acting like a spoiled brat.

That's right, it's coquettish.

Because the moment he appeared.

He changed his expression to one of someone who had not yet woken up, stretched out his hand, and hugged the back of Qianqian, who was wearing a professional suit and skirt and preparing medicine in front of the homeless platform, and placed his chin on the other person's shoulder so naturally. Go up, sniffing the delicious fragrance, and drawled his voice lazily: "Why are you back so late today? Master Jiu and I don't have anything to eat."

The figure was hugged from behind, and her face was still a little red.

It’s been so long since I got married.

But I don’t know why, it’s still the same as when I first met this person.

Probably because the other person is three years younger than me.

Therefore, once she gets intimate, she will always feel numb all over and taking advantage of the other person.

Especially when facing that handsome and clear side face, this feeling will always be even stronger...