"Shi Mianmian—"

The man's dark eyes were thinner and cooler than the night, and there seemed to be a terrifying storm brewing under his eyes.

The air around me seems to have dropped by several degrees at once!

The second left not far away saw it and couldn't help but gasp.

Idol! Dare to hit Bo Shao!! I don't want my life, do you?!

Shi Mianmian shrank his neck weakly, his big eyes glancing around, but he didn't dare to look at him.

With Bo Hanye's status, coupled with the fact that he is not as possessive of her now, she beat him......

The consequences must be terrible!

"That, I didn't mean it, who made you pinch me and don't stop."

The girl's pink lips pursed slightly, the corners of her eyes drooped downward, and her sweet and soft voice carried the meaning of grievance.

He said righteous words in his mouth, but he was so scared in his heart that he couldn't do it.

It's like a little milk cat with a bluff fluttering little paws.

The milk is fierce and the milk is fierce, and it is easy to make his anger disappear completely.

"Crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, beating people by mistake, this is how you did to your benefactor?"

A man's voice is low and magnetic, so good that it can make the ears pregnant.

Shi Mianmian drooped his head and muttered in a low voice, "Who asked you to help, it's not like I can't handle it......"

Bo Hanye's ears are very powerful, and after listening to it, his face was as black as the bottom of the pot.

"So, am I being nosy?"

The cold voice shows his innocence.

Shi Mianmian's eyelashes trembled, and she was silent.

Inexplicably, she felt a little cowardly like this.

No, it's cowardly!

She should revive her wife, ahh

Shi Mianmian puffed up his chest and found that the other party had already left......

Suddenly, Bo Hanye turned his head, his eyes dim, "Do you like Jin Liang?" What a bad vision! ”

When the colored hair is messy in the wind.

No, does my vision have anything to do with you?!

She was about to turn around, and behind her, Shi Wei's gentle and warm voice like a spring breeze sounded, "Mianmian, why did Bo Shao leave so quickly, didn't you talk more?" Didn't he say he was going to send you back? Hey, the ...... of that project in Cloud City"

"I'm tired and I want to go home."

Hearing this, Shi Wei's face suddenly sank.

He wanted to put on the majesty of everyone, but he put it down and pretended to be a loving father, "Rest when you're tired, I'll let the driver take you back." ”

……

"Young Master, you seem to be very different from Miss Shi." The second left asked suspiciously.

Bo Hanye curled the corners of his lips and twisted his fingers, as if savoring the touch.

"Don't you think she's a lot like the pet I used to have?"

The second from the left was terrified.

Mrs. Bo once gave Bo Hanye a Persian cat with beautiful white hair, Bo Hanye loved it very much, no matter what he did, he liked to take the cat with him, and he did all the things of the cat, and he would not let others touch him.

One day, a guest came to the house, and the children liked the cat too, so Mrs. Bo gave the cat to other children to play with, despite his wishes.

As a result, Bo Hanye abandoned the cat and watched as the cat he once loved starved to death......

Since then, the cat has become a taboo for him.

The young master wouldn't transfer his terrible possessiveness of cats to Miss Shi, right?

The second left is very scary!

After returning home, Shi Mianmian went to bed early.

In her sleep, she was uncontrollably trapped in a castle made of ice sculptures.

Every part of the castle has been carved to life.

It's cold.

She walked around aimlessly.

On the ground, Shi Mianmian saw an ice coffin, walked in and took a look, the person lying inside was her!

At this moment, a familiar sound of footsteps sounded.

Bo Hanye's facial features are as deep and three-dimensional as a knife and an axe, and his facial features are still impeccable, but between his eyebrows and eyes, there are more lingering vicissitudes and decadence.

There is no half of the unruly and domineering appearance of the past!

"Cotton, Cotton......"

The man lifted the ice coffin, pressed his face against it, and shouted again and again.

The mournful voice is inexplicably sour.