Dressed as a clingy gangster

Chapter 172
An Chumian was slightly startled, and couldn't help being surprised.

How could he guess her identity all at once?
She exposed so obviously?

She was not surprised when Ah Chen found out.

Ye Bo guessed that she was really incredible.

An Chumian glanced at the notebook in Ye Bo's arms, which showed a screenshot of the scene in her bedroom.

"How do you think it's me?"

An Chumian tilted her head.

"I saw the live broadcast and felt that her figure was very similar to that of the wife, and the surrounding environment was also very similar to the master bedroom..."

Ye Bo seemed to be transformed into a fortune teller, and his tone was pretending to be calm.

"Ma'am, you've pretended to be very advanced. You have never revealed your talent for singing, and marshmallows can't be reminiscent of you..."

Ye Bo turned around and hooked his fingers to his eyes, "But I can't escape my golden eyes!"

An Chumian appreciated, "It seems that uncle is not such a waste."

"Are you really a cotton candy?!"

Ye Bo's eyes widened exaggeratedly, and he backed away in shock.

His goodness, he just wanted to cheat An Chumian for a while, and he wasn't sure she was really cotton candy.

Although it was extremely suspicious, after An Chumian admitted to him...

Shocked him so much that his jaw was about to drop to the ground! !

Madam is not only a car god but also a song god?
Ye Bo felt that his brain capacity was not enough.

"Are you really a cotton candy!!?"

He still can't believe it.

An Chumian pressed her finger against the corner of her lips, "Keep secret."

"Fuck, fuck."

He supported the table, his legs trembled, and he was a little weak from shock.

Seeing Ye Bo's sudden reaction, he couldn't even stand up...

"Uncle, are you okay?"

An Chumian walked over with concern.

"Ma'am, you... You, you are honest, you are not only a car god and a song god, but also other things?"

Ye Bo's breathing was extremely difficult, and he couldn't control his imagination.

He originally squatted in the marshmallow live broadcast room, trying to find out the marshmallow and surprise his wife.

But Ye Bo never thought that he would describe himself as surprised.

"Ma'am, what identity do you have!?"

Ye Bo's voice was trembling.

An Chumian returned a guessing look.

Ye Bo didn't dare to guess, he was afraid that he would need first aid if he guessed right.

His wife is a top boss not inferior to Master Mo.

As for him, he is nothing!
In the past 30 years, I have lived on dogs.

Seeing Ye Bo's astonishment, An Chumian's face turned ashen, and she slumped on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.

Uncle's legs and feet are getting weaker as he gets older.

An Chumian's expression was very innocent, she didn't feel that Ye Bo was shocked by her at all.

This is just the tip of her iceberg, Ye Bo's inner quality should not be that weak.

An Chumian stretched out her hand to help Ye Bo up.

Ye Bo accepted that An Chumian was cotton candy, and stood up with a dazed expression.

At this moment, a chilly low air pressure swept across the bedroom, as cold as ice, causing Ye Bo to raise his eyes suddenly.

The bedroom door didn't lock.

The tall and tall body was already standing in front of the door.

A shadow was cast over the uncannyly handsome face.

With an unpredictable expression, Mo Linchen looked deeply at Ye Bo and An Chumian.

Ye Bo just stood up and was paralyzed again.

"Master Mo, listen to my explanation, my wife and I are fine!"

Ye Bo stuttered.

Mo Linchen's expression didn't change, he stared at Ye Bo as if he was looking at something dead, unpredictable.

"What are you doing in the sleeping room?"

Rub a WiFI?
Ye Bo believed what he said, and basically had no way out.

He can't tell the truth, Madam will play him to death!

Sensing Ye Bo's eyes asking for help, An Chumian pretended not to see it, and walked towards Mo Linchen, showing a well-behaved smile and pounced on him like a baby swallow.

"Uncle Ye came to borrow something from me, but he tripped over..."

Relying on her petite whole body, she threw herself into Mo Linchen's arms.

Mo Linchen frowned slightly.

Ye Bo cautiously moved outside the door...

Suddenly, An Chumian caught a glimpse of the dazzling red, and panicked, "Achen, are you injured!?"

Tick-tick, bright red blood was overflowing from Mo Linchen's cuff.

　(°Δ°`) There are so few recommended tickets, when can I add 300 tickets?
　　


(End of this chapter)