Deadly engagement: Husband is too flirtatious

But Bo Yan didn't want the young man to misunderstand that she didn't want to tell him the truth, so Bo Yan took out her mobile phone and quickly wrote: "I'm not sure yet, I'll tell you when I straighten my mind."

"Okay!" The young man responded readily, "Then we'll go home."

So, the young man continued to drive, and Jiang Fei was still sleeping. It seemed that she was really sleepy, sleepy and hungry. Thinking about it, she didn't eat anything at Ah Zhong's place.

But now that Jiang Fei was leaning on Bo Yan's shoulder, Bo Yan really felt that this was her happiest moment.

He reached out and touched Jiang Fei's head, feeling in his heart, who is it?He even broke the brake pads of his own car. Isn't this obviously going to kill them?

Bo Yan suddenly remembered that it was because the sprinkler came back again, and Bo Yan's car just blocked the fire hydrant, and the driver of the sprinkler was still on the road and shouted loudly: "Hey, whose car is this, please move it!" Just a moment, the sprinkler is out of water, I need to add some water!"

At that time Ah Zhong and Bo Yan were drinking, and Bo Yan saw it, it was not good!It's my own car!

He was about to get up to move the car, but Ah Zhong pulled him and said, "I'll go, it's not suitable for you, I'll go."

After finishing speaking, Ah Zhong reached out to Bo Yan to ask for the car keys. Bo Yan felt that this was just a small matter, and it was okay for Ah Zhong to go. Besides, what Ah Zhong said was also reasonable. After all, he had a special status, so he came to such a trivial matter. place, don't be too ostentatious.

So, at that time, Bo Yan gave Ah Zhong the car. At this time, Jiang Fei and A Cui were carrying beer in the kitchen.

So only Bo Yan remembered this matter.

Ah Zhong took the car keys and moved the car to a parking space in front, and soon came back.

Bo Yan couldn't help guessing, could it be Ah Zhong?

This conjecture is too cruel!

After all, they are good friends for decades!We grew up together!
Besides, Ah Zhong didn't have any reason to kill Bo Yan, did he?
Bo Yan was very distressed, if it was Ah Zhong, he really couldn't accept it.

This is too cruel!

However, Bo Yan could no longer remember who else touched her car.

Thinking of this, Bo Yan felt that her brain cells were fighting and her head hurt very much. This question is very direct and cruel.

Bo Yan really didn't have the courage to face it, and he didn't even dare to ask Ah Zhong. He would rather he hadn't experienced this. In this world, Bo Yan didn't have many friends, let alone a few sincere ones. He and A Cui have changed, so Bo Yan feels that this world is really terrible.

Jiang Fei moved a bit, probably sleeping in the same position all the time, which was rather uncomfortable. Bo Yan tried to make her body as flat as Jiang Fei's, so that Jiang Fei would feel much more comfortable leaning on her shoulders.

But like this, Bo Yan kept leaning his body, and it might be uncomfortable after a long time.

But what can be done?After all, he is the one he loves.

You can do anything for the one you love.

It was very dark outside the window, occasionally a few frogs could be heard croaking. Bo Yan was very touched that the young man came to pick him up at such a late hour.

When he finally arrived at the young man's house, he parked the car and said in a low voice, "Boss Yan, let's stay at my house for just one night today."

Bo Yan got out of the car and looked at a small apartment, which was very cozy.

He nodded, and patted the young man on the shoulder as a thank you. The young man also understood what Bo Yan meant, and said with a smile, "Don't be polite to me."

With that said, the young man took Bo Yan and Jiang Fei upstairs.

Bo Yan hugged Jiang Fei along the way, cautiously, for fear of waking Jiang Fei up, as if she was cautiously holding a baby.

The young man glanced back at Bo Yan, smiled deliberately and said, "Boss Yan, you can stay in this room tonight."

After speaking, the young man immediately wanted to leave, but Bo Yan put Jiang Fei on the bed and immediately chased him out.

Hearing Bo Yan's footsteps, the young man turned around and asked, "Mr. Yan, are you looking for something from me?"

After finishing speaking, he even winked at Bo Yan.

But Bo Yan didn't mean that at all. He pointed to the room and wanted to draw with his hands, but found that the expression was unclear, so he decided to write on his mobile phone.

"Which room does she live in, and where do I live?" Bo Yan wrote it down and handed it to the young man.

The young man was dumbfounded at this moment, and he said with a puzzled smirk, "No way, Mr. Yan, are you still so innocent? The girls are all asleep, why are you still carrying it like this? Isn't it a little silly? "

Bo Yan shook her head, and wrote solemnly: "A matter of principle."

The young man saw it, and felt that it was late at night, so he should rest quickly, knowing that there was something to do, so he didn't talk nonsense with Bo Yan, and took Bo Yan directly to a relatively simple room next door.

"Mr. Yan, don't mind, my family is small, and this is the only room left." The young man said apologetically, his eyes still teasing Bo Yan, implying that he missed a good opportunity.

But Bo Yan hastily bowed to the young man.

The young man laughed and said good night to Bo Yan, and then went back to his room.

After waiting for the young man to leave, Bo Yan looked at Jiang Fei's room, thinking in a daze, if today's unlucky day, the brake pads were completely broken, wouldn't he and Jiang Fei be dead long ago, how could there be a chance to spend the night here?

Thinking about it, it was all a trick of fate, but this time, Bo Yan decided to investigate thoroughly, together with the car accident last time.

It was all related to Jiang Fei, so Bo Yan didn't dare to relax her vigilance.

At night when Bo Yan was lying on the bed, he didn't dare to take off the mask easily, he always lived with the mask on, and Bo Yan couldn't do anything about this kind of life.

No one can control fate, only resistance.

Looking at the moon outside the window, Bo Yan recalled that when she first met Jiang Fei, she was so young, and now she is so innocent.

Only she is the same, the world is changing, what is good for her or not is changing, only Jiang Fei has never changed.

In the early morning of the next day, a few birds chirped in front of the window. Jiang Fei opened her eyes dimly, stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes, and looked at the ceiling. It was not white, but dark blue.

Jiang Fei was shocked!This is where?

Why are you here?

The first thing she did was to check if her clothes were neat, ah, it's okay, the clothes are neat, even the shoes are on.

At this moment, Jiang Fei remembered that she was with Bo Yan yesterday.

She looked around the room, but did not find Bo Yan.

Jiang Fei suddenly laughed, stretched out her hand and patted her head, cursing, idiot!How could Bo Yan sleep in the same room as herself?

But where is this place?

Jiang Fei tidied her clothes a little and went out.

But as soon as she went out, she realized that something was wrong. This was not the Powell family!
So, where is this place?
Jiang Fei couldn't help being more vigilant, and carefully went downstairs holding the handle of the stairs.

Look at the furnishings here, the home style is always Mediterranean style, even the room where Jiang Fei slept just now, the ceiling is blue.

It can be seen that the owner of this house is very keen on Mediterranean style things.

Jiang Fei walked downstairs. The sofa and the entire decoration in the living room also continued the Mediterranean style.

"Are you awake?" A man's voice came out suddenly.

Jiang Fei looked around, only to find that sitting in a corner of the sofa was the young man who had come to pick them up yesterday.

Now Jiang Fei understood that maybe because it was too late last night, the young man took Jiang Fei and Bo Yan directly to his home.

Then this is the boy's home.

"Morning." Jiang Fei saw the master and of course wanted to greet him politely.

The young man was stunned for a moment with a smile, and then said, "Morning."

Jiang Fei seemed to smile when she saw the young man's expression, but she didn't know what he was laughing at.

She stood there, at a loss, like a child who is a guest at someone's house, suddenly not knowing what to do.

The young man was holding a repair book and sorting some parts on the ground. He looked up and saw Jiang Fei didn't know what to do, and felt that this girl was really innocent.

"There is breakfast on the table, you can eat some, I have already eaten. You are welcome." The young man said relaxedly, trying to make Jiang Fei relax as much as possible.

Jiang Fei rubbed her belly, she was really hungry, she stopped pretending to be polite, and said, "Okay, thank you."

The young man continued to sit on the floor fiddling with the parts of the car. Jiang Fei turned around to have breakfast. There was an exquisite hanging clock on the wall of the dining room. Only then did Jiang Fei understand why the young man smiled just now, because it was already morning It's 9 o'clock.

But Jiang Fei was still saying good morning to the young man just now, which was very embarrassing.

Jiang Fei stuck out her tongue, feeling that she was really embarrassed.

There were porridge and steamed buns on the table, which looked delicious. Jiang Fei's appetite whetted her appetite. She took the steamed stuffed buns and ate them in big mouthfuls. The young man sat on the floor, watching Jiang Fei eating with gusto, feeling very satisfied.

Jiang Fei took a sip of porridge and praised: "The porridge you cook is delicious! Thank you!"

It was originally a polite remark, but the young man said seriously: "It's delicious, isn't it? Next time you can thank Mr. Yan in person. He cooked this porridge, not me."

After the young man finished speaking, he took a special look at Jiang Fei, as if to see if Jiang Fei would have any special reaction.

But Jiang Fei just remembered and asked, "Oh, by the way, where is Bo Yanren?"

The young man said casually: "I left after cooking the porridge early in the morning. I said it was urgent. I will take you to the hospital to see the wound on your forehead later."

It seems that the banquet has been arranged, which is also very good. Jiang Fei drank the porridge in peace and touched the wound on her forehead.

The room was very quiet, and Jiang Fei tried to keep her porridge in a quiet voice so as not to disturb the young man's work.