My Guardian Mr Bo

Compared with whether she can stay with her, is that important?

He wanted to allow her everything, but almost lost her life. He hates himself, a man, if he can't protect his own woman, what kind of man is he? What qualifications are there to stay with her?

Bo Yan felt sore and painful for a while, he knew she loved him, that was enough.

Otherwise, nothing matters anymore.

He just begged her to stay by his side without incident.

Caressing her cheek, he leaned over and printed a kiss on her forehead, his voice hoarse, "Goodbye."

An Ge'er pressed against his big palm and was unwilling to leave him. She rubbed it, tears slid down and moistened his palm.

It was also at the moment of blocking the gun for him that she realized that she really fell in love with this man with all her heart...

...

The serious illness started to recover. During the week, An Ge'er was very painful. The wound was slowly opening and closing, and itching and wanting to scratch, but every time he came across, he would be grabbed and taken away by my uncle, even if it was sleeping at night... …

Cough, I have to say, in order to take care of her personally, my uncle has already escorted her, eats and drinks...to sleep.

An Ge'er was in front of him, and there was no privacy at all.

Every night before going to bed, she had to wipe her body, and whenever the buttons of the sick suit were unbuttoned by his slender fingers, she couldn't help but flushed with shame.

The hospital clothes are very large and loose, and she can’t help but make Bo Yan feel distressed when wearing her. He often doesn’t think so much when he undresses her. She is his little girl, and she belongs to him inside and out. he.

There is nothing to watch, not to mention that she can't take care of herself when she is injured, and he has replaced the nurse with full authority.

The clothes were untied, the underwear was also untied, and the moist towel slipped all the way from her white neck...

An Ge'er closed her eyes and pretended to die, but when she felt his fingers fall below her chest, she opened her eyes slightly.

There was an operation, a bullet and a wound on the spleen. There was a pale pink wound on the outside. An Geer knew that sooner or later it would turn into an ugly scar. She is a girl. There is no girl who loves beauty, especially in the one she loves. In front of the man, of course, I want to show my best and most beautiful everything.

So when he stroked the wound, An Ge'er's eyes flashed with sadness.

The next second, I heard him ask, "Does it still hurt?"

"What, what?"

Bo Yan kissed the injured place lightly. When he looked up at her, his eyes were filled with regret and shame, "Promise me, can you not do this stupid thing in the future?"

An Ge'er was startled, and then said softly, "Uncle, if I face life and death danger in front of me, would you be indifferent? This is not stupid, but because of... love, even if I don't let myself rush up, my Your body can't control yourself..."

Hearing this, Bo Yan couldn't make any sound about what he wanted to say, but his eyes were already moved.

She quickly wiped her whole body clean, put on new clothes, and went to bed to accompany her after tidying up. He leaned slightly against the head of the bed, while An Ge'er was lying with his head in his arms. He held it in one hand. Checking the file, stroking her long hair with one hand.

An orange night light is still on by the bed, everything looks so warm and warm.

At this moment, An Ge'er couldn't help but stretched out his hand to secretly scratch it, thinking that he was reading the file, but as soon as he reached out, he was grabbed by him. An Ge'er couldn't help feeling aggrieved and muttered, "Uncle, okay. itch."