Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo en felt a little warm in his heart, but suddenly he thought about Mo Chong. The room is so quiet, is that guy still sleeping?

When bochayan comes suddenly, the explanation is not clear.

Bo en jumped out of bed and opened the bedroom door with his hand in his messy hair.

Small yawn: "Mo Chong."

No one answered.

Bo en glanced at the neatly stacked pajamas on the sofa. His heart suddenly sank. The guest room was next door, and he opened the door after two quick steps.

The quilt on the bed is flat and tidy. It doesn't look like someone has slept.

Last night, he went straight away!

Bo en leaned against the wall all of a sudden. He was flustered, like Mo Chong. He would never come back.

Stunned for a while, Bo en ran back to his room and picked up his cell phone to call Mo Chong.

One, two, n Mo Chong didn't answer, as she expected.

Bo en sat down on the edge of the bed, biting his lips.

Mo Chong, it's not so easy to escape!

You are forcing me to dig you out.

Hum!

Bo en calmed down for a while, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and went out after dressing himself up. She went to the opposite door and knocked gently.

Now, she has to use a little relationship to find out Mo Chong's whereabouts.

But it cannot be left to bochayan. One is that he will be jealous. The other is that Mo Chong doesn't want others to know. She must keep a secret for him.

However, she did not clearly trust Bo Xiao and believed that he would keep his mouth shut.

After a while, the door opened, and Bo Xiao stood in front of the door, dressed in a white shirt and trousers. He was very well dressed, but it was very bright.

He is very suitable for this dress, the president's temperament naturally revealed.

"Yes Thin night slightly Yang a lip Cape, the facial expression is a little soft.

Bo en gently raised a smile: "little cousin, do me a favor."

***

once again, Mo Chong ruthlessly set Bo en'en's phone to mute, and let it cut off naturally.

Looking at the traffic, his eyes became cold and sharp, but his eyebrows were slightly twisted. Even though the body is made of iron, the stomach is made of meat.

Mo Chong covered his stomach and looked around. People in the past are in a hurry. They are all ordinary people and office workers. Don't give up on them.

Not far from the parking space, a red Ferrari is particularly eye-catching. Mo Chong hesitated for a moment, put on his sunglasses, lowered his hat brim, and walked quietly. There was a lady's bag in the passenger seat.

There's oil and water!

Mo Chong looks around.

It's unkind to steal money from the poor. It shouldn't hurt them to steal some money from the rich.

Although it's a bit shameful for a killer to steal money, it's the easiest way to solve the problem at present.

Mo Chong stepped back and took a look at the license plate. He secretly wrote down that he would give it back to the owner if he had a chance.

He reached out, took a small clip from his backpack, leaned close to the door, opened the car lock very easily, and didn't touch the alarm.

Mo Chong opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. He twisted the lady's bag, opened the chain, and took out a Pink Wallet with a faint aroma. It can be seen that the owner of the bag is a woman with good taste.

A woman who can drive a Ferrari naturally has taste.

There should be a lot of money. Mo Chong didn't look carefully. He threw the bag back to the co driver and was about to put his wallet into his backpack when the door was knocked.