Young Master Bo, your wife is going to heaven

Sheng Nuan: "???"

What does this mean?
By coincidence, she clicked in.

[Here I want to share with you the story of my bodyguard and I. I hope you like it. The most important thing is to give our author a little soul and let her write good meat. 】

"..."

You are really hardworking.

I'm so moved.

She read on.

[I am the eldest lady, and he is the bodyguard. Although we have different identities, and there is a galaxy between us, we still love each other without hesitation.
……

Ignore some love details, come, let me share with you a wave of our sweet daily life.Once I fell into the water, my long-legged bodyguard jumped down, picked me up from the water, and gave me artificial respiration.

Ah ~
The bodyguard kissed me, and we hugged each other like this. The feeling was really indescribably beautiful.

After that, we often dated, he would kiss me, hug me, and occasionally he would push me up in a domineering manner, and he would not allow me to look at other boys, so domineering, but I just like it...]

Wait for God-like remarks.

Sheng Nuan looked more and more embarrassed, and got goosebumps all over his body.

It always feels like it's alluding to something.

A comment at the bottom lit up: "I hope your story is just made up. According to my understanding, it is impossible for the combination of Miss and bodyguards to go to the end in real life. Miss is Miss, and bodyguard is bodyguard." , just like the princess and the guard, do you think the two can be together? It's not impossible, unless the two of you go far away and disappear without a trace."

A certain woman's heart skipped a beat.

Go far away?
Just like her and the bodyguard, such identities are destined not to be together, and there is no future.

It's okay now, so what about the future?
What should I do?
When the young master recovers, can she continue to be with the bodyguard?Or is it like in the TV show, she must cut off all obsessions, and then play the role of Mrs. Bo properly?

That would mean drawing a clear line with Mr. Bodyguard.

She held her face and rubbed it, feeling a little tired suddenly.

Turned on the computer, created a new document, and typed a line on it—a letter to Mr. Bodyguard.

[I don't know what kind of relationship we have now, but I know that it's not good for us to continue like this, and it will hurt many people invisibly...]

After finishing typing, I re-wrote a paragraph, deleted, deleted and revised, and tossed for a long time.

It was already late when I looked up, Sheng Nuan returned to the bed, lay down and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, she was woken up by the ringing of the bell.

"Hey?"

It was obvious that he hadn't slept well.

"I said, why are you still in the mood to sleep?"

?

What do you mean?
"I've sent you hundreds of messages, haven't you read them?"

Sheng Nuan opened WeChat in a daze, one after another, all about Wen Ranran's operations.

Her head suddenly cleared up, and she got up from the bed with a jerk.

"Really?"

It's too magical, isn't it?
It actually happened in real life, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

Wen Ranran didn't know where the money came from, but unexpectedly bought N Multimedia, and cleaned her up. Why did she go into the box that day just because she wanted to help her father so much, but she didn't expect to accidentally kill Mr. Zhou? road.

She also took a video, tearfully accusing the unscrupulous media on the Internet, and actually made all the events of the day public.

"I don't know where I offended you. I just saw that my father encountered a little difficulty in the company. Mr. Zhou happened to be that person. I wanted to ask for my father, but I didn't expect..."

Wen Ranran showed netizens the scars on her arms: "Not only these, but there are many more on her body. I didn't know that people's hearts can be so sinister..."

Seeing all this, Sheng Nuan: "..."

So money is a good thing, as long as it is smashed, black and carbon can be washed white.

Although the media that Wen Ranran contacted are all second-rate, some are still small workshops. After all, the big media are now happily developing with the first-hand information. own face?

So those who can endorse Wen Ranran are some small workshops.

The management level is sloppy, and sometimes it is full of loopholes, but it is good at using a large number of zombie fans. After being driven by such a rhythm, there are really people who don't know the truth and think that Wen Ranran is a person who stood up for his father. A sad story of falling into the hands of thieves.

And the reputation of Mr. Zhou is indeed not very good.

Thinking about it this way, Wen Ranran's lovely and pitiful character is also tenable.

But classmate Xiao Fang disagreed: "If I knew it earlier, I should have killed them all, so as to save her from jumping out again."

"Oh, by the way, I kind of understand why you hate her so much, and I would hate her too. It's obviously a one-shot deal. I never thought that Wen Ranran could come up with something."

Xiao Fang paused: "Why didn't you respond? Is your phone out of battery?"

Sheng Nuan smiled slightly: "Tell me, their mother and daughter are both dead poor, where did they get the money?"

"Where did the money come from, of course..." Xiao Fang seemed to understand a little bit, considering the current predicament of Wen Meifang's mother and daughter, where can she get the money?

unless……

"Hey hey, do you need us to report to your father?"

"Not urgent."

"Do you have a better plan?"

Sheng Nuan narrowed his eyes: "Didn't I ask you to go to the crew to arrange it? How are you doing now?"

"Everything is in order."

"That's good."

"only……"

"Just what?"

Xiao Fang hesitated to speak: "Fu Zicong is at the scene."

"..."

I go.

Sheng Nuandan was in pain: "Didn't I let you handle it?"

At that time, when she was implementing the plan, she asked that Fu Zicong not be allowed to come to the scene.

I don't know if it was the scene of getting drunk with Fang Yingying that day, but I always feel that if I meet again, I will explode in embarrassment.

"But if someone wants to come, there's nothing I can do about it. By the way, why are you so nervous? It can't be a little..."

"To shut up!"

A dog can't spit out ivory.

Sheng Nuan rolled her eyes, and was about to change into a shirt when she came out, when Fu Zicong's call came in.

"..."

I'm really worried about what's coming.

"that……"

"Dead woman, you don't come to contact me like this, do you have someone you like?"

Sheng Nuan felt guilty.

"that……"

"Could it be your bodyguard?"

boom.

Hit the soul.