No. 1932 9

Bo Jiu, driving a Lamborghini in the traffic, was obviously a little different from before.

The navigation system automatically adjusted and reflected the emotion: "Master, through the transmission of the seat cushion, it tells me that your heartbeat seems to be a little bit wrong now. Did you run too fast just now?"

It must be said that Xiao Hei asked this question at the wrong time.

It was the first time that Bo Jiu was touched on the chest by someone, and the other party was still a stranger. He always felt that something was a bit strange. He stretched out his hand and pulled his collar for a while, but he was still handsome and evil: "Shut up."

The disliked Xiao Hei didn't understand why. He cared about his master. What was wrong?

Bo Jiu's face was still hot, so he simply rolled down the car window and stretched out one hand. The black hair was blown messy, and gradually the face that was difficult to distinguish between male and female became clearer and clearer in the moonlight.

After all, in order not to leave any traces, she had to take off the black feather mask on her face.

There were no police cars around.

This also shows absolute safety.

But Bo Jiu did not take it lightly.

She did not press the black strap on her wrist until she drove to the black and blue telephone booth.

There was a clatter.

The shape of the telephone booth changed, forming a round arch.

When Bo Jiu drove the car in.

I saw a person sitting there, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, wearing a pure white sweater, tilting his head, looking at the moonlight outside, with a slender and tall figure, and a fair and handsome face. After hearing the noise, the man tilted his eyes: "Are you back?"

"I almost couldn't come back." Bo Jiu supported the car door with both hands and jumped out. The posture of landing was very handsome. When he looked at the man again, his eyes were stained with a little light: "This group of people know that they are using the beauty trap on me. It's really too hateful. Don't you think so, Xingye."

Xingye smelled He chuckled and recalled the elegant figure he saw on the avenue before: "What type do you like?"

"Well, it's okay, pure." Bo Jiu took a can of chocolate milk and held it in his mouth, his eyes were very dark: "Unfortunately, I didn't see his face clearly."

Xingye Yi took a sip of coffee: "He has little to do with the purity you mentioned." That person, even if he was wearing a school uniform, would create a sense of oppression as long as he stood there. How unfathomable must he be inside, about Z putting the word pure on him.

Xingye Yi was just listening, after all, only Z would think so.

But the more Bo Jiu thought about it, the more he felt that what he said was right. After drinking a can of milk, he threw it away casually, a very handsome action, and then looked back: "This is the first time I have been intercepted like this."

Xingye understood: "I will check his identity."

"We should indeed check it out. Where did the police station find such a person with such strong calculation ability and even physical skills..." At this point, Bo Jiu paused, took a chocolate bean and threw it into his mouth: "Chinese soldiers, it seems that it is not easy to check."

Hearing this, Xingye paused with his fingers: "Have you fought?"

"Yeah." Bo Jiu leaned back carelessly.

Xingye frowned slightly: "Are you injured anywhere?"

"Not that much, that's it." Bo Jiu paused, then laughed again: "Nothing, let's fight again and see who the other party is."

She must know what the face of the person who took advantage of her looks like...

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