Chapter 220

Su also looked down at her legs and slowly looked out of the window. Her eyes instantly became a seam.

The lights can be seen out of the window.

Bo Yunli's car, parked under his window?

Peeping?

Pervert?

But after all, there are curtains. Shouldn't you see clearly?

Just thinking, his wechat came again.

Cornucopia: blow dry your hair before you sleep.

Can you see even when your hair is only half dry?

Two minutes later.

Another one.

Cornucopia: take time to change a curtain. It's too transparent and unsafe.

Sue also smoked from the corner of her mouth.

Do you know what hobbies are when you know the curtains and make complaints about them?

She thought for a moment and sent a voice: "wait for me."

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

At this time, Bo Yunli in the car looked at the girl's figure more and more clearly, and the Adam's apple jumped unconsciously.

He leaned back in his chair and changed his sitting position with his legs overlapping.

She doesn't want to open the curtains

She wears a little less.

Although there is no one around now.

After a second of entanglement, he returned to the past with a voice: "OK."

He missed her.

His voice is very unique, low mixed with a sense of ease, an indescribable sense of abstinence.

However, it still can't change his deeply rooted abnormal image in Su Ye's heart.

Bo Yunli looked at the window.

After a long time, the curtain did not open. Instead, the seam in the curtain moved. The girl stretched out a good-looking hand and raised a finger at him.

Of course not the thumb.

Bo Yunli scolded a word with a low smile.

——

That night, Bo Yunli had a dream.

In the dim night, the little girl stood by the window and finally opened the curtain.

I don't know where a white light came. Through the window, she was also bright.

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

The picture in the dream is very clear. Her clavicle lines are thin and fragile. Her white jade like legs seem to linger in the water mist, roll the fragrance after bathing, and casually hook people.

The dream got out of control later.

He couldn't help it. He went into the little girl's boudoir and pulled up her T-shirt that couldn't cover anything.

Inside, it's pink leopard print.

The little girl still speaks so straight.

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

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

——

When he woke up the next day, it was a little late. Bo Yunli took a bath and stood by the hand washing table in the bedroom. He applied hand sanitizer to his palm for the second time.

After washing, he smoked some paper towels and carefully pointed his fingers until he didn't touch a drop of water.

He held the washing table in one hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows in the other. After a long time, he glanced in the mirror.

His eyes are beautiful, but cold.

Obviously, it's a kind of skin and bones, but after meeting someone

He dressed meticulously, put on his gentle and thin glasses slowly, and turned and walked out.

Lu Wenbin is already waiting in the living room.

New documents came from s Zhou.

I thought the president had slept a little more today, and his spirit must have recovered well. But after seeing the president, I found that there was a light cyan under the president's eyelids.

Why does it look a little excessive?

Bo Yunli didn't go to the group immediately. He sat down on the sofa and took the document to read it.

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

He also felt that the weather of Marshal sun today was a little unspeakable.

As a passer-by, he sat next to Bo Yunli with earnest words and pretended to chat: "Yunli, follow also... Where has it developed?"

Bo Yunli's hand holding the document stagnated.

But after he had such a dream, he asked himself what was the way to ask this question?

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

Bo Yunli lifted his eyelids and looked at him. He saw his grandfather pursing his lips, like a goldfish without oxygen

Kissing, only indirect, the one who drinks the same glass of water.

Of course he won't.

Thin cloud was silent for two seconds and looked at Lu Wenbin, who secretly held a smile and didn't open his eyes: "you'll customize something later."

Lu Wenbin smiled: "good president, what is customized?"

Last time, I made Miss Su's school uniform.

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