My Guardian Mr Bo

Seeing this, Bo Yan couldn't see much expression on his face, but his cold eyes looked extremely dark and deep.

She's okay, what do you paint these things for?

And I have to say that every part of the painting is accurate.

The draft drawings are loose-leaf paper, and you can see where they are taken from. Are there any other drawings besides these?

Feeling like there was someone standing next to him, An Ge'er woke up in a dazed manner on the chair, but when she realized that there was someone beside her, she shuddered. The next second she thought it was the uncle, and her heart was relieved.

Mother's.

Was she really scared? She started to make a fuss. It was obvious that before the dangers came to her door, she herself had begun to feel cold behind her back.

It's just that the uncle didn't speak, so she stood with her back to her, motionless, she couldn't help being a little confused, but she saw the empty tabletop, and she was taken aback, then looked at the uncle again, her face suddenly changed.

"Uncle, why are you here?" An Ge'er got up quickly, but his eyes were fixed on his sketch, and he was holding it in his hand.

Bo Yan didn't say a word, but just shifted his gaze from the sketch to her. He glanced at her, and his gaze was obviously meaningful.

A flash of panic flashed in An Ge'er's slightly drooping eyes, but the next second she pretended to be yawning, and then casually asked, "Uncle sees how I painted, do you know what these are?"

"You do not know?"

Bo Yan subconsciously didn't want to think of her as complicated or unusual, but it was true that she was an ordinary student, an ordinary girl.

If it is only special.

It is this girl who is his life.

An Ge'er pouted slightly when he heard the words, took the sketch from his hand and looked at it casually, shook his head and said, "These are the pictures that Director Chen gave me when I was making a movie. The plot needs."

"Not in the movie." Bo Yan narrowed his eyebrows, staring at her with light but deep eyes.

But what he said in his mouth was a straightforward one.

An Ge'er's eyelids twitched, his movie was so comprehensive that he didn't miss a single shot?

At the moment, she pouted her lips pretending to be embarrassed, "Of course I know, maybe Director Chen edited it out later, there might be some extras,"

As she spoke, she murmured again, "It's considered finished, now it's useless to keep this, I'd better throw it away."

As she said, she threw them into the trash basket. Bo Yan's eyelids were slightly closed, but she didn't say too much, just stretched out her hand, "Boil some shrimp porridge and go down and drink a little."

An Ge'er nodded and hooked his neck with obedient hands, and he hugged her downstairs.

The moment An Ge'er left the room, she dropped her gaze into the trash basket, and her heart was obviously relieved. Fortunately, these were just simple gun drawings and equipment, which she used for her own convenience.

She knew that people like Uncle and the others would be very familiar with firearms. If he found out that he drew other highly complicated firearm designs, it would be hard to explain.

This accident can be regarded as a vaccination for her. After all, she lives with her uncle, but she must not relax her secret work.

While eating downstairs, my uncle went to serve her with porridge, but the phone on the desktop vibrated. It was a message. An Ge'er raised her eyebrows. She was close, so she glanced at it and saw the phone When the message was sent by someone and what was sent, her eyes suddenly tightened--!