My Guardian Mr Bo

Level ground, one second, two seconds.

The manhole cover moved suddenly.

However, as soon as the manhole cover was about to be driven from inside, suddenly a car drove over from above, and there was a thump and a female scream from below.

And the man's snorting.

At this time, there was a man and a woman under the manhole cover. The woman was holding her head, but she was holding her lower body. The indifferent face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years finally showed signs of cracking.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" A female apology was heard quickly, and my heart was even more embarrassed.

When the car drove over, it hit her head, and she was dumbfounded, stepped on her feet, and hit him...cough cough.

And these two people, not An Geer and Mullen, who are they! ?

Fifteen minutes ago.

Inside the car.

Ryota Fusen struggled and twisted in the front seat alone, but the bottom of the back seat was changed, and a large hole directly connected the manhole cover on the ground outside the manor that had been opened earlier.

Before the car started violently out, Mullen and An Geer quickly entered it, and then covered the manhole cover without a trace.

Then came the loud sound of the explosion.

Knowing that Ryota Fusen was killed, they quickly evacuated through the underground passage of the city.

This is why An Ge'er asked Mullen to park the car at the designated location. After all, underground passages are not everywhere.

Fifteen minutes later, I came to the prosperous area of ​​this country.

When he came out from under the manhole cover, An Geer had already taken off the outer layer of kimono, and his face was stained with some stains. At this time, there was a Lamborghini limited edition supercar parked on the side of the road. The color is very shabby.

After Mullen and An Geer got into the car together, they were decisively rejected by the owner.

And the owner.

It was a face that An Ge'er hadn't seen for a while.

At this moment, his legs are folded lazily in front of the car, and the whole person is leaning on the chair seat that is almost one hundred and fifty degrees tilted, with his hands resting behind his head, wearing sunglasses, covering Most of his face is evil and evil.

It just showed the curve between his chin and neck with firm and perfect curvature on his side.

Between her thin lips, there was a slender cigarette dangling, glowing with a blue light, which looked a little confusing in the night.

A cabriolet, a wicked and exquisite man.

Isn't it Rongbei?

At this time, An Ge'er glanced at him faintly, "I don't want to drive away, I'm embarrassed to dislike this and dislike that if I didn't do anything." To tell the truth, especially after their fate, especially an Ang's mission. .

When I was said that, I was immediately angry.

After someone was scolded, he turned his face while wearing sunglasses, stared at her quietly for a while, then jumped up, adjusted his seat posture again, and then muttered quietly, his momentum was obviously weakened. Yes, why not open."

Having said this, Rong Bei unconsciously scolded himself for being useless.

This little Nizi wilted him with a word.

"It performed very well today."

"Stop talking nonsense, go back to the hotel, hurry up, worry!" An Ge'er didn't kill him at all, because somehow, in fact, her heart was always a little uneasy and worried.

Before, when she was in contact with her uncle, she clearly felt his unusual sharp eyes, especially the sight that seemed to be able to see her through...