Zhuo Zhifang glanced at Bo Zhifang's gloomy handsome face, and went out with two men.

The security guard didn't say to Bo until everyone got on the elevator, "Bo Gongzi, we didn't do it thoroughly, and this situation will never happen again next time." ”

Yezi pursed her lower lip and said lightly, "If it weren't for you, they would have kicked in the door, although you let her in casually, but you also stopped it in time, remember, she is no longer my mother." ”

No mother would want to see her biological daughter make a fool of herself, and no mother would break into her biological daughter's bathroom with a strange man.

The security guard was shocked in his heart, and looked at Bo Qiyan, "What else does Bo Gongzi command?" ”

"She forgave you, I didn't, next time, you will disappear in Tongcheng by yourself."

The security guard turned white and hurried out after getting off.

Bo Qiyan bent down and hugged the little woman horizontally, walked to the sofa and put it down, turned around and went back to the bathroom, and walked out with a hair dryer and a towel.

At night, he was leaning on the sofa, his long black curly hair was slowly wringed away with a towel, and the hair dryer sounded, and he stood on the edge of the sofa, blowing for her.

With her eyes closed, she was in great distress.

Little Three.

That's how she describes her.

She didn't think about how good Zhuo Zhifang would be to her, but she couldn't imagine that she could go so far and rob her best friend's mistress.

Her eyes were closed, her long curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and her ruddy delicate little face became pale and cold after bathing, only the corners of her lips seemed to have a self-deprecating sneer, which showed how painful and uncomfortable her state of mind was at this time.

Bo Chopper Yan tightened his chin, lowered his eyes to look at her face, and slowly blew her long hair.

After a while, the hair dryer was removed, and his long, bony fingers ran through her long hair, and without a trace of moisture, he walked over to her side and sat down, and took her around her, so that her face rested on his solid chest.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do a good job." The vibration of the man's chest and the sound of a strong heartbeat made her eyelashes slowly wet with her eyes closed, and she didn't speak, but her heart hurt uncomfortably.

The thin lips of the thin face were pursed, and the dark inky eyes fell on the woman's body in the bathrobe, hugging her tighter.

He didn't speak at night, his eyes were closed, and his nose was full of the faint cold fragrance of the man's body, and he sighed in his heart.

She never thought that there would be this man guarding her and protecting her in her next life, but if she thought about it carefully, this guarding and protecting her seemed to be another joke.

She wanted to leave the Ye family and enter the Imperial Academy of Arts, but she didn't expect it to be such a drastic way, and she didn't think that he wouldn't let go and wouldn't let her go.

She thought of Zhuo Zhifang's seemingly distressed but uncontrollable disdain, and she said that he detained her.

Detention? No.

A paper contract, a check for 55 million, locked up for four years.

He won't let her go, but how could she really want to escape?

She closed her eyes and thought slowly, Zhuo Zhifang was not wrong with what she said to that woman, she was a mistress who relied on her beauty, a woman who used love as a bargaining chip as a transaction.

The man felt the endless sadness that permeated the little woman in his arms, as if he wanted to completely wrap her into a silkworm without breathing.

The clear and handsome man's face was gloomy, but the moment he lowered his head, his eyes still loosened.

She fell asleep.

The pale little face, the black curled eyelashes are stained with tears that are not easy to detect.

His heart choked.

He closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

Gently picked up the little woman and sent her into the bedroom.

Gently covered the bedroom door, walked to the balcony, smoked a cigarette and lit it, but did not send it to the mouth, in the dark night, the white smoke drifted away with the sea breeze.

[Amway's first four masters are singing in a single cycle: Hu Guangsheng]