Chapter 112 (2/2)

”What's the matter? What's wrong?” Her long, slender hand reached her forehead.

Angela droops her eyelids, and her cheeks suddenly turn red.

”No, just tired.”

Her eyes dodged, a bit unnatural, she said, suddenly took out the mobile phone from the pocket, ”uncle, this to you.”

What to deal with qinglongmen is to fight violence with violence, but in the end, it is better to hand it over to the police.

Bo Yan did not lift his eyelids, ”it has been solved.”

These little minions don't need him at all. Adon and airy will solve everything.

An Ge Er some surprised, oneself fell a embarrassed, had to grab the head, ”then I went up first.”

Bo Yan's mobile phone suddenly rings.

Under his consciousness, she sat beside her.

There is a hyphen on the screen.

Vivie.

Ghosts and gods, an Ge'er suddenly thought of his first love girlfriend.

Today Tang shisan's words still reverberate in her ears from time to time.

Bo Yan's eyebrows slightly closed, looked at the small appearance of an Ge'er's trance. His eyes flashed, picked up his mobile phone and stood up to the French window.

An Ge'er is going to leave, but she just wears ink to wear as a department to carry, and carefully wants to hear something

I didn't hear it clearly, but there's no doubt that it was a woman on the other end of the phone.

An Ge'er's breath suddenly tightened.

”Not yet upstairs?”

When Bo Yan came back, Angela was still there.

”I just burned some water in the kitchen. I'll go up later.” An Ge'er pretends to be a quiet answer.

Bo Yan closed his head slightly and slid into his trouser pocket. He had to go up first.

”Oh, wait!”