Two Hundred and Twenty I Want to Marry You

Su also looked down at his legs, then slowly looked out the window, his eyes instantly fascinated into a seam.

The headlights can be seen faintly outside the window.

Bo Yunli's car was parked under his window?

Peeping?

abnormal?

But after all, there are curtains, so I can't see clearly, right?

Just as he was thinking, his WeChat came again.

Cornucopia: Dry your hair before going to sleep.

Can you even see the hair when it's only half-dried?

After two minutes.

Another one.

Cornucopia: Take the time to change the curtains, too transparent and unsafe.

Su also twitched the corners of his mouth.

What is the hobby of watching while complaining about whether the curtains are transparent or not?

She thought for a while and sent a message: "Wait for me."

After posting, she got up and walked slowly to the window.

At this time, Bo Yunli, who was in the car, watched the girl's figure become clearer and clearer, and his Adam's apple twitched unconsciously.

He leaned back in the chair, folded his legs and changed his sitting position.

She doesn't want to open the curtains...

She wears a little less.

Although there is no one around now.

After struggling for a second, Naoqian returned to the past with a straight voice: "Okay."

He misses her.

His timbre is very unique, and there is a kind of ease mixed with the deepness, and there is an indescribable sense of abstinence.

However, it still can't change his perverted image ingrained in Su Ye's heart.

Bo Yunli looked at the window.

After a while, the curtain did not open, instead, the slit in the curtain moved, and the girl stretched out a beautiful hand and raised a finger towards him.

Certainly not the thumb.

Bo Yunli scolded a word with a low smile.

——

That night, Bo Yunli had a dream.

The night was hazy, the little girl stood by the window and finally pulled the curtains back.

A white light came from out of nowhere, and through the window, she was also brightened.

Her hair was half-dry, and her wide white T-shirt barely covered her thighs.

The picture in the dream is very clear, her collarbone is slender, with a thin and fragile feeling, and her white jade-like legs seem to be haunted by water mist, and the fragrance after bathing is curled up, casually hooking people.

The dream then got out of control.

He couldn't hold back, went into the little girl's boudoir, and pulled up her t-shirt that couldn't cover anything.

Inside, it's a pink leopard print.

The little girl was still speaking straight.

She asked, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

He squeezed her by the window and replied, "I want to marry you."

——

Waking up the next day, it was a little late, Bo Yunli came out of the shower, stood by the sink in the bedroom, and applied the hand sanitizer a second time in the palm of his hand.

After washing, he took out a few tissues and rubbed his fingers carefully until a drop of water did not stick.

He supported the sink with one hand, squeezed between his eyebrows with the other, and after a while, glanced in the mirror.

His eyes were beautiful, but cold.

It's obviously a ruthless and unscrupulous person, but after meeting someone...

He dressed meticulously, put on those thin and light glasses slowly, turned around and walked out.

Lu Wenbin was already waiting in the living room.

A new file came from the S continent.

I thought that the president had slept a little longer today, and his spirit must be recovering well, but after seeing the president, he realized that there was a light blue layer under the president's eyelids.

Why does it look a bit excessive?

Bo Yunli didn't go to the group immediately, he sat down on the sofa first, took the documents and looked through them.

Bo Zhan passed by the living room and glanced at his handsome grandson with satisfaction. Just as he was about to leave, he retreated for a while.

He also felt that the handsome Sun's expression today was a bit indescribable.

As a visitor, he sat down beside Bo Yunli earnestly, and pretended to chat, "Yunli, follow also... How far has it developed?"

Bo Yunli's hand holding the document froze.

But after he had such a dream, he asked himself what kind of question?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Bo Zhan asked again, "Is that so?"

Bo Yunli lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, and saw that his grandfather was pouting like a goldfish deprived of oxygen...

Kissing, only indirectly, with a glass of water.

Of course he wouldn't say it.

Bo Yunli was silent for two seconds, then looked at Lu Wenbin who was secretly laughing away from his eyes: "You will order something later."

Lu Wenbin restrained his smile: "Good president, what are you going to do?"

Last time, I made a school uniform for Miss Su.

Bo Yunli spit out two clear words: "curtains."

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