Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

Ying Zaizhou frowns tightly, like a stick in his throat.

The time on the bib spanned four years and the boy grew up.

The photo seemed to be taken at the gate of Jiangmen. The boy was wearing glasses and looked cold, but his eyes were full of excitement and longing.

Wearing a shabby white shirt, under the dense greenery, it automatically forms a barrier from the noisy surroundings.

The familiar profile made Ying Zaizhou's temples swell.

The boy in the photo looks like Bian Yunluo, as if he was carved out of the same mold.

Just thinner and greener.

According to the content, it can be seen that after the boy graduated, he was still secretly providing help.

The latest news was posted not long ago.

The content is: I have to socialize again today, if it weren't for him in the box next to me, I wouldn't be bothered to go.

The man in the accompanying picture looks no different from the present one.

The two big words "terrible" should be playing in the state's mind on a loop.

The person in the trumpet is definitely not Bian Yunluo, this is something Ying Zaizhou is very certain of.

After all, Bian Yunluo traveled through time, and there was no such person 14 years ago.

There are actually two people in this world who are so similar.

However, it's strange, why doesn't he have any impression of these?

Could it be related to the previous hospitalization.

Yes, absolutely related, when he woke up, the first thing he saw was the people from the organization?

He must have been cleared of this memory by someone in the organization, that couple can do anything.

It turns out that he is not only running with the ball, but there is even a hidden line that is a substitute.

Xiao O must have discovered this when he became black in the later stage.

"Tsk!" Ying Zaizhou looked at him with disgust, what a scumbag!

Why are you so unmasculine?Damn it, he doesn't want to do this.

No, no, you should be hovering over the delete key with your finger.

Even if he doesn't have true love for Bian Yunluo, the two will get married, he can't do this kind of thing.

What's more, he still has amnesia now, so he can completely forget this person.

From then on, his only partner was Bian Yunluo.

However, Yingzhou has not been able to click on it for a long time.

I don't know why, but my intuition tells me that he will regret it if he deletes it.

After struggling for a long time, in the end, Ying Zaizhou directly unloaded the scarf based on the principle of not being seen.

Instead, he set the photo of Bian Yunluo in the cafeteria to be visible to him and sent it to Moments.

Flowers bloom and wealth: My only partner is Bian Yunluo, and it can only be him.

From then on, the Bai Yueguang he used to be is just a grain of old rice, and it has to be the kind with green hair!

Ying Zaizhou, who had finished sending out, buried himself in the quilt decadently, and moaned twice.

On suddenly discovering that he is a scumbag, how to correct the evil and return to the right.

The next afternoon.

Bian Yunluo's car had already parked downstairs.

"Hello." Bian Yunluo sent Mianmian to the care class before returning.

I greeted Secretary Yang and sat in the back row as usual.

The secretary in the front row turned her head and whispered to Bian Yunluo: "Mr. Bian, tonight's auction is very important, and your main work is still the same."

The secretary looked at his watch: "There is still some time, I will take you to change clothes first, and then go to the auction with the boss."

Bian Yunluo blinked: "Okay, do you want to wear invisibility today?"

The secretary was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect him to care about this: "Yes, it's easier to move this way."

"En." Bian Yunluo pursed his lips, replied in a low voice, and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

In fact, glasses do not hinder his movements, and he prefers to wear glasses.

But the boss's request should be satisfied as much as possible.

The secretary on the co-pilot frequently looked at Bian Yunluo behind through the rearview mirror.

Who would have thought that Bian Yunluo, who looked gentle and bookish, could fight so well, and unexpectedly resisted it.

The stylist smiled brightly: "Hello, Mr. Bian."

Bian Yunluo took the clothes and entered the dressing room.

Sure enough, he still can't adapt to the unpretentious life of the rich.

Although Bian Yunluo often wears a shirt and trousers, he only wears a full suit when work requires it.

He raised his chin, turned up his collar, and put on his tie strangely in front of the mirror.

The scene when I suddenly want to apply for a job.

When he first became a teacher, his salary was not high, and he had to support Mian Mian, so he could only find other ways to earn money.

Bian Yunluo is proficient in four foreign languages, and originally wanted to find a side job as a translator.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived, the interviewer asked him if he knew how to play Sanda.

After working for a long time, I wanted to find a real bodyguard and part-time translator.

Coincidentally, he happened to have practiced boxing for a few days.

Bian Yunluo hooked the tie with his slender fingers and walked through the hole, the gray hair on his forehead slightly covering his eyes.

After straightening his tie, he pinched the muscles on his arm and shook his head regretfully.

He can fight very well, but his strength is not great.

Because of his physique, he couldn't keep his muscles, and the muscles he had worked so hard to develop might disappear without a trace in a few days.

Bian Yunluo inevitably thought of Ying Zaizhou he saw that day, if only he could practice like that.

"Teacher Bian, are you alright?" the stylist asked softly outside, today's event is very important, and Bian Yunluo's styling has also been taken seriously.

Bian Yunluo directly opened the curtain and walked out.

In order to cooperate with the employer, today I specially prepared a white suit for Bian Yunluo, paired it with a lavender shirt and a purple tie.

The shirt was tied to the top as usual, plus a tie that Bian Yunluo would not normally wear.

In addition to the temperament of repelling people thousands of miles away, Bian Yunluo added a sense of abstinence.

Bian Yunluo's demeanor was very good, like a tall and straight pine, and the well-tailored suit made his shoulders broad and his waist thin.

He nodded and straightened his cuffs before walking out. The excellent browbones and bridge of the nose were just Nuwa showing off her skills.

"Teacher Bian sit here, I'll help you with your hair first." The little stylist blushed.

I don't know why, even though Teacher Bian didn't reveal anything, she still feels so astringent!

Especially when he was arranging his clothes just now, his red fingers ran across the lavender shirt.

The little girl gently took off Bian Yunluo's glasses and let them hang on Bian Yunluo's neck.

Ahhhhh!The villain in the little girl covered her face and screamed frantically.

Every time Bian Yunluo took off her glasses and showed a confused and innocent expression, she felt that she was blaspheming the male god.

Bian Yunluo closed her eyes and let the stylist play with her.

The soft gray hair was brushed back with gel, revealing half of his smooth forehead.

Bian Yunluo's face was too pale, and the stylist would usually apply a little blush and moisturize his lips, and the rest would not move.

However, the most difficult thing is to wear invisibility.

It's not that I have never tried color contact lenses, no matter what brand of color contact lenses, Bian Yunluo's eyes will turn red after wearing it for an hour or two.

In the end, simply switch to thinner and softer contact lenses.

Even so, he wasn't quite used to it.

And Bian Yunluo can only pick, not take.

"Teacher Bian, open your eyes, Dai is invisible." The little girl held up Bian Yunluo's face, trembling.

Bian Yunluo couldn't control his blinking movements, and the overly long eyelashes pushed the contact lenses away again and again.

The little girl didn't dare to use force, and the two of them spent a long time trying to bring it back.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Bian Yunluo was not used to it, he kept rolling his eyes, and physiological tears kept sliding down his cheeks.

The beautiful dark gray eyes are moist with water, and the tails of the eyes are red.

Bian Yunluo's eyelashes were thick and long, but not curled, making her look extraordinarily cute.

The cold and abstinent teacher was tainted with an inexplicable taste.

"No, it's okay." The little girl waved her hands in a panic, always feeling excited that she had bullied someone and cried.

The secretary hurried in: "It's time."

Bian Yunluo got up and wanted to leave with the secretary.

The little girl hurriedly took out a pile of ornaments from the jewelry box: "Mr. Bian, you can wear these on the way."

Bian Yunluo took it and put it in his pocket.