"She?" Bo Yin's eyes darkened, and a black fog that was not easy to detect appeared: "I like to compete for favor with me very much. I was very tired at a young age. My name is from the generation of the Ye generation, which always hinders the harmony between us and our husband and wife."

Lou Luo has a lot of business temperament. After hearing this sentence, he picked the end of his eyes, and he was cold and beautiful: "Mr. Bo, are you now blackening your daughter in front of me?"

Bo Yin smiled and his voice was slow: "It shouldn't be."

"What shouldn't be?" Lou Luo turned his eyes

Bo Yin held an umbrella with slender and fair fingers. When he stood on the street, the gentleman was mysterious. The lights of the whole city were blooming behind him, making him look as if he did not belong to this world of thousands of people. After all, who would have a umbrella at night, but it was still black.

He seemed to have his lower lip hooked again, and his evil aura approached: "You shouldn't be allowed to meet her."

Lou Luo suddenly stopped: "Have I met her? When?"

Where?

If her memory is not wrong.

This day.

She only saw two little girls aged three or four.

But next to them were parents.

What's more, there are no Chinese people there.

No one has a tear mole.

Except for that handsome handsome boy...

Lou Luo has always been rational and will never hook an adult boy with her daughter.

Even if a boy is three points like the man in front of him, Lou Luo will not make any connection in that aspect.

Of course Bo Yin knew what she was thinking, and smiled again, lazy and dissatisfied: "I'm guessing so seriously. You haven't seen me many times today. Now I'm going to be jealous when I put my energy on her."

Lou Luo looked at him, his eyes were very dark, knowing that he was not joking.

He stretched out his left hand and placed it on his flawless face: "I'm looking at you."

The breeze is gentle.

People on the roadside couldn't help but look at this side.

Probably I have never seen such a combination.

The woman with a temperament of snow was wearing a professional suit, with long and straight legs, white and thin ankles, and a silver chain that seemed to be there and there was a kind of inviolable beauty.

The man who was touched by her face was holding a black umbrella, with a clear edges and a very young face, pale skin, but a curled mouth.

Logically speaking, shouldn’t such people like cute girls who act cute and coquettish?

People's first reaction is that the relationship between these two people is definitely abnormal.

Even if it's a couple.

It was also the female president who kept the young man.

When you look at the action, it seems that the other party listens to the woman in everything.

After all, few people can do this kind of action like women, and they will not make people feel that there are light or awkward ingredients.

On the contrary, it seems like he is stroking his own belongings, with a very commercial and light coaxing.

"Can you tell me now? Where is the daughter? Or is there no daughter at all?"

Bo Yin rubbed his face against her hands, then slightly pressed his thin lips on her palm, and a light kiss: "Don't believe me anymore?"

Lou Luo didn't know if other people of his age would be so clingy and it was hard to guess. His pale face sometimes made people unable to bear to blame him too hard: "This matter is too mysterious, and normal people will doubt it."

She was trying to explain to him.

After all, the fact that she wanted to give him a car seemed to hurt him a little.

Bo Yin's voice is very magnetic: "When the Milan and his team end, I will tell you who his daughter is, but the premise is that you can only look at me in your eyes."

Lou Luo raised his eyes: "Okay."

Bo Yin plays with taste: "It sounds perfunctory."
Chapter completed!