My Guardian Mr Bo

"what--!"

This is the direction of the bedroom, at a height of forty floors. At night, the fat man who is working **** the woman, after being so frightened, succeeded in...stopped, and the woman screamed again and again.

Rong Bei didn't rush to stand up, walked to the table, picked up the opened red wine, and took out a goblet from the wine rack. When he turned around, he watched that the two were still there. The bed was wrapped in a quilt and trembled, looking at him in horror.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, half-opened his coat, revealing the pitch-black pistol inside, and a few indifferent voices came from him, "Well, no, hurry, go away?"

Listen to those two!

At the moment--

"Yes, yes, billowing, please don't shoot, don't shoot." The two said, crawling around in fright and went out barefoot wrapped in a blanket, really embarrassed.

at this time.

Rong Bei walked to half-open and pulled the curtain aside, opened the window, and let the cold, cold night wind blow in.

Blow away the exquisite smell in the air.

Then stand under this.

Poured a sip of red wine, shook it gently, while slowly drinking and pecking, while preparing-listen to the corner!

...

And upstairs.

A few minutes ago, Bo Yan had entered the elevator with Ai Rui, but the elevator was a bit crowded, and the speed inevitably slowed down.

This process is very difficult.

Bo Yan wanted to rush in quickly again, to see his little girl taking a good nap in the hotel, waiting for him to surprise her suddenly at night.

Of course.

If not, what will happen! ?

Kumiko felt so familiar to him, so familiar that he even had an illusion, as if the messy color on that face was erased, and it was the face he loved in his heart.

Pure charm and innocence.

But Kumiko is dead.

He saw Kumiko got into the car and fled with Ryota Fukumori. The car exploded.

Although the latter is hardly incredible for Kumiko's identity, the key to deciding whether all of this is really true, isn't it in the hotel right now! ?

If she is there, she is not.

If she is not here...

Bo Yan could not imagine.

He thought he would go crazy, he would be crazy about all of this, he would question how she became Kumiko, and he would not believe that she was dead!

After rushing out of the elevator, Bo Yan's eager mood all the way, suddenly slowed down, and his pace also slowed down.

Because he was afraid to face it.

He felt that his feelings could not be wrong, but he couldn't believe it.

But he hoped that his feelings were wrong.

She is in it.

In fact, there is no word that can accurately describe Bo Yan's mood at this time. In love, if you love someone deeply, then he will always suffer from gains and losses. Because he cares too much, he cares more than his own life, so he is more afraid of losing.

Afraid of being out of control.

When he walked to the door of the suite, Bo Yan walked back and forth for a while. After entering the password, he slowly opened the door.

Quiet.

Surprisingly quiet.

black.

Only the light of moonlight projected from outside the window.

Bo Yan's heart hung up, telling himself that at this time, she was sleeping, she was sleeping...

Go to the bedroom, no one.

The bed was neatly folded, without a trace.

Bo Yan's heart seemed to have been vacant in half, and then there was that wringing pain.

No matter what the reason, no matter what she is suffering from, if she is really just Kumiko, then she is already dead...

He witnessed it with his own eyes.

Thinking of this, Bo Yan's figure suddenly shook.

His face was pale.

Sitting on the bed, with his head hanging down, his hands plunged into the broken black hair.

The whole person fell into a dazed and helpless, unbelievable situation, and his mind was in a mess.

Of course.

at this time.

"what--!"

Suddenly, with the sound of a bang falling, a scream came, resounding throughout the room, resounding throughout the night, and exploding in Bo Yan's mind.

Bo Yan looked up suddenly.

The sound just now was clearly independent from the outside—from the bathroom.

It's just that when he came in, he didn't see any light.

But at this time, I heard that voice.

Bo Yan couldn't be more familiar.

He stood up directly and rushed out, while the bathroom was still a dark one, Ying Ying Chuo Chuo heard the faint painful grunt.

Bo Yan opened the door directly.

Following another scream with horror, Bo Yan turned on the light.

Then, I saw the scene that caught my eye at that moment.

A touch of white and slender girl fell to the ground in a prostrate posture, with a bath towel in her hand, but it could not cover her body, and her wet hair was scattered at this time, half covering the beautiful and attractive curvature of her chest. .

And that pure and charming little face was still with tears at this time, and the eyes were red, like a scared little rabbit. At this moment, she was shocked when she saw that the person who appeared at the door was him. It was biting his lip and looking at him with tears.

It seems that he is the source of all this.

Looking at this scene, Bo Yan's cold and thin lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

She...is fine.

She... is really in the hotel.

He walked over slowly, the bathroom was steaming hot, the huge jacuzzi was filled with hot water, and there were beautiful rose petals floating on it, and she had apparently just walked out of the bathtub and fell down accidentally. appearance.

He didn't say a word, didn't ask her how she fell, whether it hurts, or why he suddenly appeared in Rome, because at this moment he seemed to have lost his voice, and the whole body was telling him, An Xin Right.

Your little girl is fine, she is just your little girl, she is not Kumiko from that country's Yamaguchi.

Unexpectedly, just when he bent down and stretched out his hand to pick her up, his arm was suddenly slapped. He was startled, and when he went to see her, he saw An Ge'er look with tears in tears. Hold him.

Bo Yan felt a pain in his heart, and he didn't care about the eyes and movements she opposed, and directly hugged her soft body in his arms.

She beat him, but he closed his eyes with some enjoyment.

The strength seemed to be similar to tickling, but in the process of hitting him, she seemed to balance his panicking heart by the way, and was comforted in disguise.

She is alive.

She's fine, so fresh, in her arms.

Bo Yan wanted to pick her up, she finally cried out, holding his arm tightly with one hand, and shouted, "It hurts, it hurts, that hurts."

Bo Yan only cared about his heart being placed back to its original place. At this time, her cry made him come back to his senses. Seeing the place she stretched out to cover, Bo Yan was rubbed on her knees and turned bright red. eye.