Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

"Xiao Dong, don't be shy! You said you fell in love with me at first sight. I'm not wrong with you!"

It's rare to meet a kind-hearted and good-looking man. How can Xiaofang be willing to miss it? And the precious first kiss she has treasured for 21 years must be sent out today.

Looking at the pink lips on the big face in front of him, Bo Chengdong hurriedly backed back and was out of his mind. If he really kissed, he would have to spit out even the next night's meal.

The red lips, the black eyeliner, the mascara...

Bo Chengdong swallowed his saliva hard, squeezed out a smile hard, stretched out his hand to block Xiaofang, "stop! Stop!"

However, he never thought that there was a soft under the palm.

Then, a soft and lingering cry broke into Bo Chengdong's ear without warning.

He was stunned for a moment.

"Xiao Dong, you must be responsible for others if you touch them now!"

"I, I didn't mean it."

"I know, because you mean it! But people don't blame you. What are you afraid of?"

"No, I didn't mean to."

"It doesn't matter. Even if you do it on purpose, people don't blame you. People just like you."

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"Ah Yi, the madman is coming towards us. Shall we also move somewhere?"

"Move? Where do you want to move? Ah Er, use your head. Soon after Miss Song entered, someone escaped through the iron door. Don't you think..."

"You mean Miss Song sent this man?"

"Just ask."

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Song Li ran all the way to the gate of the lunatic asylum for fear that Chen Mao would suddenly wake up. After all, two fists are hard to beat four hands, and this is someone else's territory. I'm afraid there will be more than four hands at that time!

She was very lucky. She walked more than half the way and didn't meet a few patients or doctors here.

However, when Song Li was about 50 meters away from the door, several powerful men in black came along the side path with a young man in a suit.

The man was only twenty-eight, tall, and his facial features were as perfect as works of art displayed in the museum. In particular, his pupils shone like obsidian. Even wearing a pair of gold framed glasses, he still couldn't hide the depth in his eyes.

Short hair black and soft.

There was a wind blowing, and a few strands of hair fell down in front of his forehead, covering his indifferent eyes.

Song Li inadvertently glanced at it, and four words -- Wen Wen Ru Yu -- suddenly came to mind.

However, no matter how good-looking this man is, she doesn't have time to stop and appreciate it. What she has to do now is to hurry up and leave here. She can't stay more than a minute.

"Stop!"

A cold reprimand.

Song Li had a meal at his feet and subconsciously looked around. There was no one around except her.

Before she could recover, a man in black with a cold face stepped forward, half bowed and said humbly, "doctor, my young master has something to ask you."

Song Li lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, quietly smiled at the man not far away, looked calm, "sorry! I'm very busy now, terror can't help you."

damn you!

A good dog is out of the way. Get out of the way!

"Doctor, no one has ever dared to disobey my young master's orders. I think you'd better promise!"

Threat!

This is the threat of red fruit!