My Guardian Mr Bo

She was holding a black phone close to her ear, and she was slowly putting it down...

Her long, slightly curly hair fluttered in the wind like seaweed, wandering, and a few strands of blue silk brushed in front of her eyes, which made her more messy beauty.

Under the white knee-length outer shirt, two slender white calves are slowly approaching him step by step.

It is still that pure and charming face, peach blossom-like gleaming eyes, a very small nose, bright red lips, everything is so familiar, if it is not for her white face stained with a little gray, and that Wiping the blood under the corner of his eyes, he would even think that her appearance was a dream.

It was an illusion of him.

But the moment An Ge'er saw him again, her eyes first became hot, and then her nose began to sore. She didn't feel wronged for herself and afraid of what happened before.

It was because she had never seen the uncle at this moment.

She doesn't know if he should worry about it, so she looks like this...

At this moment, she saw him with a charming and pale face, which was an abnormal, almost transparent white.

The originally clear and cold eyes were covered with an impenetrable mist.

The cold, sharp and thin lips, the afterglow of dawn fell mistily, and fell on that lip, spreading a layer, a **** halo...

"...Uncle."

An Ge'er felt a sudden pain in his heart and called out softly, and then ran over the next moment, slammed into his arms and slammed into his chest.

Bo Yan's body was slammed back by her two steps, feeling the temperature in front of him, holding him tightly, he suddenly closed his eyes, slowly raised his hand, and hugged him tighter. She...

An Geer was holding back the tears of sore eyes.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered a sentence.

I don’t know where I came to know this sentence: The happiest thing in the world is when you hug someone, but he hugs you tighter.

...

It's like embracing your own life, embracing your love.

Hugging him tightly, An Ge'er still couldn't help the pain in her heart. It was obviously summer, but his body was cold. Only the heart under his chest was beating violently at this time.

An Ge'er slowly raised her head to look at him. He placed his hand on her hair and stroked it gently. It seemed that he was comforting her, but only An Ge'er felt it herself, and he stroked it lightly. The fingertips of his hair were trembling slightly.

An Ge'er finally couldn't help but choked up, her eyes were red, and then in his obsessive and grateful sight, she stood on tiptoe slightly, her hands wrapped around his neck, and her blush little lips pressed on...

Touching his cold lips, An Ge'er was jerky, immature, but delicately and softly licking, her eyelashes trembled, and the closed eyes slowly shed two rows of tears.

She really didn't want to cry.

He was worried enough, scared enough, but she couldn't help it at this moment.

It's just so dull.

Tears slid down her cheeks, and when she ran across her lips, she tasted the salty taste, and her heart hurts more and more. She kissed his thin lips awkwardly, and at the moment the salty tears entered between the lips and teeth, His hand stroking her hair suddenly tightened.

He clasped the back of her head tightly, leaned over, left her lips, wiped her ear and said a word...