No. 1815 Mr. Bo

No one would notice that the light in his eyes was slightly red.

He really looked like a demon in a cartoon.

How could a demon grow old, right?

He smiled again, as lazy as before: "Okay, just let you know that I'm still here."

"What do you mean?" As smart as Mr. An, his eyebrows frowned: "Are you not going to see Jiu?"

Mr. Bo stood there, as if merging with the darkness: "I've seen her, our Jiu Ye is really beautiful in a wedding dress."

"You attended their wedding abroad?" Mr. An suddenly raised his head: "Didn't they recognize you?"

Mr. Bo corrected him: "To be precise, I presided over their wedding. Haha, these two people have good taste and chose the church where I slept."

"The church where you slept?" Mr. An paused, thinking of the first time he met this person, and then said: "There is a question I have always wanted to ask, how did you eliminate the wound I hit you at that time."

Mr. Bo chuckled: "Old An, isn't it too late for you to ask this question now?"

Mr. An wanted to say something else.

Then a cell phone rang.

Mr. Bo pressed the answer button, his voice changed a little, and it was soft in the magnetism: "Me? I seem to be lost, um, I don't know where I am, you want to pick me up? Okay, I'll wait for you here, don't drive too fast, it's a bit cold, right? Remember something, then I want to hear what you remember..."

Mr. An knew too well under what circumstances his friend of no age would act like a gigolo.

It was clear who called.

After watching him hang up the phone, Mr. An turned his eyes and smiled at himself: "I will take her to watch their game. Speaking of which, I have only had time to watch their game recently. When they win, I will give them another gift."

After leaving this sentence.

The slender figure disappeared in the vast night.

Always elegant and incredible.

But Mr. An did not stop it,

after all, just one sentence was enough.

And he also knew that this man would stand on the side of the road and act pitiful after leaving here, so he did not stop him.

As expected.

Mr. Bo was indeed familiar with the matter of eating gigolos.

He walked to the side of the road. Although his temperament was still evil, his suit jacket was unbuttoned, and he seemed to be a little confused.

He just stood there, and glanced at a group of bats staying under the street light.

If there were other people, they would definitely see that the bats seemed to tremble a few times before leaving.

Moreover, bats should not be so close to people in the city center now, and the season is not suitable.

Everyone knows that bats like dark and humid places.

How could they be here?

Everything in front of me didn't seem real.

As the bats left, the black fog around them also dissipated a lot.

Mr. Bo stood under the street light, and his shadow was stretched very long.

The night wind in autumn is always a bit strong.

His black hair was a little messy, but even so, it did not affect his handsomeness. Instead, it made him look a little pitiful.

Especially when a Wrangler drove over, his fragility became even more obvious...