My Guardian Mr Bo

Are you bullying him? ?

He hung up the phone, then walked over, took out a cigarette, took out the lighter from his pocket, and nodded slightly.

Then he spit out the smoke ring at the little boy, smiled at the child, and looked like a bad brother pretending to be friendly, "Since you are alone, then good, give me the swing, or you will be killed."

The little fat boy was stunned for two seconds, then wow, fell off the swing, got up and ran away crying.

"I said Brother Rong, do you have to be so cruel!?"

Qin Shuangshuang, who was catching up later, just heard what Rong Bei said when she ran over. One can imagine how shame she was.

And that evil bad man is not Rong Bei, who else can he be! ?

Rong Bei slowly spit out the smoke ring, frowning and grinning, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not doing it for you!?"

Then he added another sentence, "Hurry up and play."

Qin Shuangshuang's delicate and fair face was immediately embarrassed.

But irresistible, there was a hint of blush.

indeed.

The two of them came out for a stroll. These days, Rong Bei’s adaptability will be much better when they go out more than once. Just now, after they finished eating in the afternoon, they came out for a walk and suddenly wanted to play on the swing.

But when he walked over, the little fat man looked at her arrogantly and provocatively, but he didn't get up, but played more vigorously.

So she was embarrassed and resisted the urge to beat the kid and let Rong Bei go out.

But I have to say that no matter how Rong Bei got it, he could do this seemingly naive thing for himself, and she was still very moved.

Although it was his own words, he came here after begging him to be impatient.

Rong Bei was just standing on the side at this time, with one hand in his pocket and a cigarette in the other, elegant and lazy, sullen and sexy, full of enchanting and unruly atmosphere.

"Is it fun?"

Rong Bei felt the wind swinging back and forth, frowning and asking.

In fact, at this time, I would like to know that there must be a smile on her face, the park, the swing, and her smiling face.

Unfortunately.

He can't see anything.

"It's fun, but I'm too tired to play by myself. If someone could help me swing the swing, it would be great."

Qin Shuangshuang looked at Rong Bei, who was leaning against there with a sloppy cigarette, and the corners of his lips were slightly picked, don't say anything deeply.

But then again.

Although I hate Rong Bei smoking, I am afraid it will be bad for him.

However, she really wanted to say that Rong Bei's nasty appearance of smoke and yuppie, coupled with that exquisite enchanting face, elegant and rascal temperament, really made herself mad and deeply trapped, unable to extricate herself.

She knew that Rong Bei wanted to make his eyes heal soon.

But she was even a little selfish, wanting to extend everything between them forever.

No matter what, Rong Bei should be his best, right?

At this time, Rong Bei snorted after hearing Qin Shuangshuang's meaningful words, "I'm in my twenties, and I'm not a kid."

He said that, but he felt the wind swinging back and forth. According to the other senses of the body, he grabbed the rope of the swing, and then shook it with appropriate strength.

She also fumbled for her back, and found a place to push her when she was about to take off, so that she could use her strength to swing higher and better.

Then I heard--