The national school idol is a girl - Chapter 1730 Chapter 1815 Mr. Bo

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

Really like a demon in a comic.

How can a demon grow old, right?

He smiled again, as lazy as ever: “Okay, just let you know that I’m still here.”

“What do you mean?” The smart old man Ru’an frowned: “Are you not going to see Jiu?”

Mr. Bo stood there, as if fused with the darkness: “I have already seen her. Our ninth master is really beautiful in the wedding dress.”

“Did you attend their wedding abroad?” Mr. An suddenly raised his head: “They didn’t recognize you?”

Mr. Bo corrected him: “To be precise, I presided over their wedding. Oh, these two people had good taste and chose the church where I slept.”

“Did you sleep in the church?” Mr. An paused, then remembered the first time he met this person, and then said: “There is a question I have always wanted to ask, what method did you use to eliminate me when I bumped into you? of wounds.”

Mr. Bo chuckled lightly: “Lao An, isn’t it too late for you to ask this question now?”

Mr. An still wants to say something.

Then I heard a cell phone ringing.

Mr. Bo pressed the answer button, and his voice changed a little, with a soft tone in his magnetism: “Me? I seem to be lost, um, I don’t know where I am. Want to pick me up? Okay, I’ll wait for you here, you Don’t drive too fast, it’s a bit cold, right? Remember something, let me hear what you remember…”

Mr. An knew very well the circumstances under which his old friend would act like a freeloader.

It was already clear who called.

Mr. An watched him hang up the phone, turned his eyes to himself and smiled: “I will take her to watch their game. Speaking of which, I have only had time to watch the two of them play recently. When they win, Okay, I’ll give them something else.”

After leaving this sentence behind.

The slender figure just disappeared into the vast night.

Always incredibly elegant.

But Mr. An didn’t stop him. After all, these words were enough.

And he also knew that when this person left here, he would stand on the side of the road pretending to be pitiful, so he did not stop him.

as expected.

Mr. Bo is indeed very familiar with this kind of thing.

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

He just stood there, glancing at a group of bats under the streetlight from the corner of his eye.

If there were other people around, they would definitely see those bats trembling for a few times before leaving.

What’s more, there shouldn’t be bats so close to people in today’s city center, and the seasons don’t match.

Everyone knows that bats like dark and moist places.

Why are you here?

Nothing in front of me seemed real.

As the bat left, the surrounding black mist also dissipated a lot.

Mr. Bo stood under the streetlight, his shadow stretched very long.

The night wind in autumn can be a bit strong.

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

Especially when a Wrangler drives over, the vulnerability becomes even more obvious…