My Guardian Mr Bo

As she got up along the table, An Geer tried to pretend that she didn't understand or hear anything.

"Angel?"

In the morning, Bo Yan's voice, with a quiet, low-pitched voice, was very bewitching.

"Then, I have something to do with that uncle, I'll go upstairs first."

An Ge'er didn't even have the courage to face him, so he jumped upstairs.

Hidden in the room, the words that Ye Che said were still lingering in his ears, no, it was those words.

Uncle likes little niece...

No, this is definitely not what she understood.

It's just that these maybe...not important. What's important is that facing the mirror, she actually seems, probably, maybe, in her eyes, she saw a trace of panic...rippling.

There is an inexplicable complex emotion in the tension.

Isn't it wrong, is that really rippling?

She is messy.

It didn't take long for Ye Che to be kicked away by someone, and Da Bai ran to the door to send him off in excitement.

An Ge'er plans to take a bath and go back to the company directly. Her schedule is still tight, although she doesn't want to admit that it is because of her uncle that she is leaving in a hurry.

After taking a shower, An Geer suddenly discovered a problem.

She did not change her clothes.

Can't you go out in sick cotton pajamas?

The bathroom doesn't even have a bath towel.

An Ge'er was silent.

She is already very troublesome.

Not to mention, the other party is still the uncle.

Bo Yan downstairs was cutting the remaining steaks into pieces for Da Bai, but suddenly heard a female voice from upstairs.

"Uncle, can you help me get a dress that I can wear? I'm anxious to go out." An Ge'er gritted his teeth, hesitated and asked for help.

She waited for a while in the special bathroom, and then vaguely heard footsteps on the stairs on the left side of the doorway.

Calm and powerful.

Her hearing is very good. It didn't take long for her to notice that the door of the room was opened, followed by a'da da da da' sound. Accompanied by a woof, a huge object stopped. At the entrance of the bathroom, the bathroom door is frosted. Although An Ge'er can't really see it, he still knows that it is not him.

It's Dabai!

She was relieved immediately.

Fortunately, the uncle is really considerate. If he personally comes to deliver it, her heart that has just been soothed must be messed up again.

An Ge'er opened a door quietly, and the door was really white. It was wagging its tail and looking at itself, while a clean white shirt was neatly placed on its back.

She knew that Dabai was a female animal, not to mention an inhuman species. She felt at ease, opened the door bigger, and then bent down and touched Dabai's head, "Thank you Dabai."

Then took off the white shirt on his back.

Just when she leaned over and bent over—a pair of casual black home slippers on the corner appeared step by step and caught her eye.

...

Then the other party seemed to have seen something, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

An Ge'er leaned over and bent over to be so stiff for a while, and the bathroom behind her was filled with mist and a faint fragrance. She leaned forward and stood at the door, stretching out a thin piece of white lotus root. A soft arm with a few drops of water.

A few strands of wet hair hung down, half-covered, that exquisite figure was momentarily beautiful like a good ink painting, and the bumpy figure was carefully outlined by beautiful lines.

Very touching.

An Geer's hand holding the white shirt tightened more and more, and her body froze——

The clothes were placed on her chest and then spread out, instantly covering the places that should not be exposed, but she still dared not move.

It seemed that he didn't expect to see this scene, and the slender body paused slightly.

But the voice was as light as ever, but it was a little more dull and unspeakable, "...Dabai got this out, I'm here to give it to you."

He handed it over, holding a casual cotton shorts.

An Ge'er's heart at this time is more than ten thousand horses flying past!

She hurriedly closed the door and put on her shirt.

Of course, the next second, a big hand suddenly pressed against the closed door——

He walked in, outside the door Dabai wagging his tail and staring at it with bright eyes, but Bo Yan directly closed the door with a wave of his hand, Dabai rushed up and scratched the door directly.

In the bathroom.

An Ge'er looked at him incredulously, his legs were almost weak.

Why would my uncle follow her into the bathroom...

"Little, uncle—"

Bo Yanju looked at her condescendingly. She was wearing his wide white shirt with long, white legs exposed underneath. At this time, her wet eyes were looking at him uneasy.

The little blushing lips lightly opened, and all of this was extremely attractive.

A flame suddenly burst into Bo Yan's clear and cold eyes.

Deep and hot.

He leaned over, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, and made her look at him inescapably.

"No, don't do that, little—"

"How about it?"

He bowed his head and looked straight at her.

The light of the bathroom cast a faint silver light on his face, like a layer of tulle, softening his look.

At that moment, An Ge'er saw the intoxicating love in his eyes.

Like the ethereal and vast galaxy, it was so confusing and confusing that she couldn't help falling down and sinking into it. His warm breath was getting closer and closer, falling on her face, and she was about to...

An Geer suddenly pushed him away, opened the door and ran out.

Just ran to the bed, a big hand clasped her arm lightly.

"what--!"

An Geer lost his balance and exclaimed, seeing the whole person leaning over.

In a panic, her hand grabbed a corner of his shirt, and the two fell down, falling onto the soft bed behind them.

A sudden dizziness hit, An Ge'er was pressed underneath, closed her eyes and couldn't help groaning in a low voice. She wanted to move, but found that the whole person was suppressed, half unable to move.

She is going crazy.

His head was blank.

What is the situation?

The scorching breath fell on her cheeks and white neck, An Ge'er frowned and was frightened by the scene before her eyes.

He was wearing his white shirt. At some unknown time, the buttons on the collar were torn apart, exposing a large area of ​​delicate skin like white porcelain on the neck.

And with the tight breathing, the undulating softness looming in front of the wide open neckline.

Half of his slender, white wrist was exposed on the sleeve, and both hands were suppressed on top of his head for unknown time.

His eyes were deep and he looked down at this messy and enchanting scene. In his always clear and indifferent eyes, it seemed to be lit by a flame, faintly moving.

An Ge'er looked at the posture between them, really scared.

She was afraid that what Ye Che said was right, she couldn't believe it.

She is her little uncle...

An Ge'er's heart became more and more disturbed.

A big hand suddenly slid down An Ge'er's calf to the base of her thigh, faintly continuing to move upwards, her heart tightened and quickly stopped: "No, no."