My Guardian Mr Bo

Because most of the drivers of this kind of car are the European soldiers who carried guns to shoot and burn, looting and abducting slave labor.

After Leng Jue took her into the car, the car left in the dust, far away from the dirt and confusion in the place just now.

"You were in the Middle East before, and now you are in Sierra Leone. Are you here to play? What do you want to do!?" Leng Jue couldn't help but asked directly.

Gu Liang raised her eyebrows slightly, she thought he could bear it again.

However, he said, should he answer him correctly?

Gu Liang gave him an address, saying that he had stored something there, and he would know why she came after asking for it.

The car stopped at a street pawnshop.

Leng Jue sat in the car and watched her disappear into the pawnshop from a distance. He was inexplicably worried about whether she would just run away like this.

He is really kind.

Just when Leng Jue was about to get out of the car, the figure came out. She was wearing a vest, a jacket that did not fit her size, hot pants, black boots, a backpack, and a small bag on her chest.

While she was holding a camera in her hand, she saw a skinny black boy sitting in a corner of the street begging. She seemed to go up to take pictures of him, but she hesitated and took out a bag of compressed biscuits from her backpack. , Handed it to him.

Then help him take pictures.

Leng Jue watched this scene from a distance, slightly surprised at the bottom of her heart. It seemed that she had never expected that she was so indifferent, and knew that she would care about the life and death of a child.

After all, she could spit out things like humiliating his male dignity and lack of skill.

But watching her holding the camera...?

At this time Gu Liang came over, and there was inevitably some dust on her cheeks in this place. She handed him the camera, "Give it to you, it's all inside."

This statement is equally ambiguous.

The things in this camera are all taken by her, but many things are meaningful, but people who don't understand will only think that those are simple photos.

"What are you, are you a photographer, a war photographer!?"

Leng Jue looked at some photos at random and looked at her. The more she looked at it, the more she realized it was possible, because she felt like she should be quiet, and a woman full of literary and fresh cells who likes to travel and like to shoot.

Gu Liang raised his eyebrows, without admitting or refuting.

This is also her ambiguous purpose. She didn't lie to him. Everything was guessed by him. In fact, he guessed it himself, which made him more convinced.

Since he is so curious about himself, he is finally satisfied this time, right?

This way he can also focus his attention on her.

After all, the storm she was going to set off here hadn't officially started, so she couldn't leave so soon.

"It's okay for you to like photography, but this kind of place is still too dangerous." Leng Jue shook her head and frowned as she only thought she was acquiescence.

"If you don't understand, I won't blame you. After all, what everyone pursues is different."

Gu Liang said lightly and carelessly.

Leng Jue: "..."

Was he rejected again?

Why does it seem to be mentally abandoned?

Although Sierra Leone is basically full of blood and gore, there are also "normal" places that are not small in size. In fact, this place is very inconvenient for transportation. The place where Leng Jue temporarily lives is in the resort area in front of the 50 kilometers long, unpolluted pristine beach— —