my gambling boyfriend

Chapter 46 Your Hundredth Boyfriend
Lan Mo rolled her eyes, she really didn't understand, how could he have time to pester her?Shouldn't such a great weekend be spent wandering among women?

"What do you want from me? My boyfriend is coming soon, and it's very inconvenient for you to be here." The second plan was made, and she wasn't very sure of the chance of success.

"Boyfriend?" Guan Zichen glanced at her lightly, and said with a strange smile: "You don't know how to say An Haodong, your hundredth boyfriend?"

"Please don't stress about the hundredth one. In short, President Guan should leave as soon as he finishes his home visit." Lan Mo brushed her drooping bangs with some headaches.

One hundred boyfriends, that's just what she counted when she was young, there are really so many, this stinky guy keeps mentioning her, and the senior doesn't know what to think of her.

"Hey, Lan Mo, you're not worthy of him—well, after the home visit, I'll be leaving, CEO." Guan Zichen changed his words immediately when she glared at him angrily.

The ruffian whistled and walked towards the door, as if he really came for a home visit.

Lan Mo was a little surprised this time, how easy is he to talk?
"Hey, I wish you and your hundred boyfriends a happy weekend!" Guan Zichen turned around with a smile that could be called a devil, waved his hands, and disappeared outside the door chicly.

Lan Mo waved his fist, wishing he could really kick him, smiled so wickedly, and mentioned a hundred times, he himself has made thousands of girlfriends, will he get sick?This stallion...

After being angry, he started to be depressed again. Just now he thought it was the senior who came, so he was excited for nothing.

Forget it, let's take pictures, the waves are beautiful today, no matter what, she still likes taking pictures.

Lan Mo carried the camera on her back and walked out of the villa, took the sun hat by the door and put it on her head, looking as far as the eye could see, someone had put up a parasol by the sea, and she could vaguely see a pair of black leather shoes dangling.

Lan Mo curled her lips. There were very few people on this beach, and she chose to live here because of the quietness. She felt that this beach belonged to her.

But after all, the beach is not her private, she walked a little farther away from that person, and captured the waves, seagulls, and even the slightly blurred boats near the sea and sky in the camera along the way.

(End of this chapter)