My Guardian Mr Bo

Rong Bei remained silent.

Fu Jiu took it as he acquiesced and said directly, "A frustrated relationship requires another relationship to heal the wound and comfort the pain in the heart. If you meet the right person, you may slowly get out of this unrequited love. Hard process."

"Don't say this to me." Rong Bei suddenly said without any ups and downs in his voice.

"why?"

Unexpectedly.

Rong Bei's words were so unexpected to her.

"You have been persuading a man to need a new relationship like this, which will give me a kind of kind. You are hinting at me that you want to be with me." When Rong Beiyou said this, he went straight from the seaside campfire. When he got up on the beach, he looked thin and thin, and walked deep with a wine bottle in his hand.

Let Fu Jiu be there alone, for a moment he was dumbfounded and speechless!

I am dizzy!

I rub!

Damn it!

What is he saying! ? Is this kidding her? ?

He didn't want to listen to her talking about it here anymore. Why did Nima insult her so much?

Want to be with him, unless she was kicked in the head, caught in the door, and hit her!

"Rong Bei! Stop for me! Have you listened to me?" Fu Jiu stood up and shouted at him, don't let her talk like a Tang monk for a long time, but it didn't help at all!

In front of Rongbei Station, he set his pace.

Looking back at her with a serious look, Fu Jiu thought he could say something, but didn't want him to turn around. He raised his eyes and glanced at her, put a finger on his lips and hissed, "Be quiet, don't expose your brother. "

Fu Jiu: "..."

Vomit blood!

She didn't say that she was just playing the piano against a cow. Maybe she knew that Rong Bei knew everything in his heart and knew what to do. He just didn't want to say that, men, they want a face and a face.

Right?

She can only comfort herself so much.

And the corner of Rong Bei's mouth was a wicked smile, and then he was about to turn around to leave, but at the moment his sight was retracted, his sight inadvertently caught a trace of a figure by the campfire.

A dancing figure.

Turning his head, shaking his head, long black soft blue silk ran across the air, swaying the night and the soft light of the campfire, the small face that turned around looked quite quiet, but at that moment it was enchanting Like a fairy.

Rong Bei glanced briefly, took a sip of wine, and turned away.

...

Originally, he said he was going to meet the computer expert to discuss matters, but after the bonfire, Bo Yan said that he had received a call from his person, indicating that the computer expert was suddenly in a hurry and wanted to change it to tomorrow morning.

Bo Yan agreed.

Because his little girl started to doze in his arms again, he couldn't bear to wake her up again.

Tomorrow morning tomorrow morning, not bad now.

There are luxury hotels on the island.

Rong Bei went back alone, planning to go back to sleep with his head after drinking, and told Fu Jiu and them that they should not call him any computer expert to find at night, and they can handle it by themselves.

A person got into the elevator, leaning against it with his eyelids slightly lowered, and no one could see his emotions at this time.

Of course, just when the elevator was about to close.

Accompanied by some rapid footsteps and gasping sounds, suddenly a white and tender hand came in, until luckily catching up, she took a deep breath.

She seems to have something urgent--