Mr. Bo is paranoid

Chapter 133 Her Hit Man

Chapter 133 Her Hit Man (Part [-])

He laughed at the beginning, his legs were so dizzy that he couldn't stand still, and his body dangled: "If I knew that I was so dizzy in a car, I wouldn't come here. You must personally send the things down the mountain to me."

After her dizziness stopped, Song Qingfeng took Chu Shi to the top of the mountain.

"I have a friend here this morning. I'll introduce you to you later. What do you want? No money?"

"No, I heard people say that Baiyun Mountain raises bees. I want to give some honey to my friends. If you have other good things, I will take them with me too."

"Have you seen Li Chuan?"

Thinking of Nan Lichuan, I felt depressed at the beginning: "I see, Brother Lichuan has changed."

After so many days, she still has a grudge against Nan Lichuan's resignation to death.

"Then you tell him to change it."

After entering the small courtyard, Song Qingfeng pointed to the gazebo beside him: "That friend of mine is over there."

When she first looked over, she saw Bao Simo at a glance. She was surprised at first, and then surprised. She stood on tiptoe and waved vigorously: "Mr. Bo, what a coincidence."

She ran over, very happy: "So you are Uncle Qingfeng's friend."

Originally, she and Bao Simo were brothers, but this person became Uncle Qingfeng's friend, and her seniority was a generation lower.

Bao Simo got up from the rattan chair: "It's a coincidence, I didn't expect you to know Second Uncle Song."

Song Qingfeng glanced at Bao Simo. When he first met this boy, he asked him to call him Uncle, but he refused.

Don't let him bark now, one mouthful of Uncle Song, why?Don't want to be friends with him, want to be his junior?
"Ashi, you can sit wherever you want, I'll pick a watermelon for you."

In an instant, only Chu Shi and Bao Simo were left in the courtyard.

Chushi sat down in Song Qingfeng's position just now: "You are playing chess."

"Will Ah Shi?"

"I know backgammon." Chu Shi blinked his eyes: "Do you want to play with me?"

She used to be bored at home, so she played backgammon with Chu Ling holding a pencil, eraser and draft paper.

So she knew how to play backgammon at the beginning, and her childhood was very boring.

"Okay." Bo Simo began to collect the chess pieces.

At the beginning, he picked up the white chess pieces: "I use the white ones."

Then, the two started playing chess.

At the beginning, a white piece was placed in the middle of the chessboard, and Bao Simo placed a black piece on the left.

A few minutes later, Bao Simo picked up the black chess and asked with a smile, "Are you sure you want to play here?"

Nodding at the beginning: "Well, no change."

"Then I'll get down here, a line."

At the first sight, I was anxious to grab Bao Simo's wrist: "No, let me think about it again, you take back these three pieces of yours, I want to change the place."

Bao Simo listened to her.

In less than 1 minute, I lost again at the beginning.

The two continued.

When Song Qingfeng came over, Chushi and Bao Simo were still playing.

"Uncle Qingfeng, I'm very good at backgammon. Mr. Bo just beat me twice, and I beat him six times."

Song Qingfeng put a plate of watermelon beside him: "Si Mo let you, how do you know each other?"

At the beginning, I didn't know whether to say that the two met for the first time or the second time.

Because Mr. Bo never admitted that the two met that night.

She thought for a moment: "Forgot, I'm not familiar with him."

After finishing speaking, he smiled slyly at Bao Simo.

Bao Simo also said: "Well, I don't know each other well, so we just eat together every day, call every day, and send messages every day."

When Song Qingfeng looked at Chu Chu, he saw that the tips of her ears were red.

He swallowed the words as soon as he reached his mouth, and they were all predestined, such as the fate of the people in the South Gate and the people in the Chu family.

(End of this chapter)

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