my guardian Mr. Bo

Chapter 1147 Was He Disliked Again?Bitter b.

Because most of the people who drive this kind of car are the kind of European soldiers who carry guns to shoot, burn, kill, rob and kidnap slave labor.

After Leng Jue took her into the car, the car drove away, away from the filth and chaos just now.

"You were in the Middle East before, and now you are in Sierra Leone. Are you here to play? What do you want to do!?" Leng Jue couldn't hold back, and asked directly.

Gu Liang raised her eyebrows slightly, she thought he could bear it a little longer.

However, since he said it, should he answer him correctly?

Gu Liang gave him an address, saying that he had stored some things there, and after asking for it, he would know why she came here.

The car was parked at a street pawn shop.

Leng Jue sat in the car and watched her figure disappear into the pawn shop from a distance, and he was inexplicably worried in his heart, worried that she would just run away like that.

He is very kind.

Just when Leng Jue was about to get out of the car, that figure appeared. She was wearing a vest, a jacket that didn't fit her size, hot pants, black short boots, a backpack, and a small bag hanging on her chest.

And she was holding a camera in her hand, and saw a skinny little black boy sitting on the corner of the street begging, she seemed to go up to take a picture of him, but she hesitated, and took out a bag of compressed biscuits from her backpack , and handed it to him.

Then take pictures for him.

Leng Jue watched this scene from a distance, feeling a little surprised in his heart, as if he didn't expect that such a cold person like her would know that she would care about a child's life and death.

After all, she can spit out words that humiliate his masculine dignity and lack of skills.

But looking at her holding the camera...?
At this moment, Gu Liang came over, her cheeks were inevitably stained with dust, she handed the camera to him, "Here it is, it's all inside."

This statement is equally ambiguous.

The things in this camera are all taken by her, but many things are meaningful, but those who don't understand will only think that those are simple photos.

"What are you, are you a photographer, a war photographer!?"

Leng Jue casually looked at some photos, and then looked at her. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was possible, because she seemed to be a quiet, artistic and fresh woman who liked to travel and shoot.

Gu Liang raised his eyebrows, neither admitting nor refuting.

This is also the purpose of her ambiguity. She didn't lie to him. Everything was his own guess. In fact, he guessed it himself, which made him more convincing.

Since he is so curious about himself, is it finally satisfying him this time?

This way he can focus less on her.

After all, the turmoil she wants to create here hasn't officially started yet, so she can't leave so soon.

"There's nothing wrong with you liking photography, but this kind of place is still too dangerous." Leng Jue said, shaking his head and frowning, assuming that she was acquiescing.

"I won't blame you if you don't understand. After all, what everyone pursues is different."

Gu Liang said lightly and casually.

Leng Jue: "..."

Was he rejected again?

Why do you still seem to be mentally rejected?
Although Sierra Leone is basically full of blood and blood, there are also "normal" places that are not small in size. In fact, the traffic in this place is very inconvenient. The place where Leng Jue lives temporarily is a resort in front of a 50-kilometer-long, unpolluted pristine beach— —

(End of this chapter)