My Guardian Mr Bo

She could feel how hard he was, and at the same time proved how angry he was.

Rong Bei's lips twitched slightly. Unexpectedly, he did not quarrel with Bo Yan, nor did he say anything to misunderstand him.

Instead, he said faintly, "Be gentle, don't hurt her when she is pregnant, and be scared to the child. We have nothing, but Su Chen is in an emergency. I said to send her back."

What this said.

How not like Rong Bei, and how like Rong Bei.

An Ge'er couldn't tell whether he said that on purpose.

Rong Bei's remarks were considered for her everywhere, but she could clearly feel that the hand clasping her waist became tighter.

Rong Bei didn't stay too much. After speaking, he gave her a meaningful look. The corners of his lips seemed to be smiling, and he turned and left.

...

Along the way, Bo Yan's face was very ugly.

An Ge'er wanted to say several times but didn't know what to say.

I can only blame myself for being unlucky, and I can run into my uncle here.

Back at the villa, An Ge'er got off the car by herself, and her uncle ignored her. From the road to now, she has not spoken to her.

An Ge'er thought that her uncle would question her, and would angrily ask her what is the relationship with Rong Bei, but she was wrong, and he never said a word to her.

An Ge'er didn't know why he didn't question her, maybe because he didn't want to hear it.

Little did they know.

He was afraid of something that would harm her uncontrollably when he was angry.

An Ge'er knew that he had doubted himself for too long.

He has also been waiting for himself to tell him.

Unable to bear this kind of cold war, he could control not coming to him, but An Geer could not help but not looking for him.

So she took the initiative to find him.

Bo Yan smoked in a room alone, standing in front of the French window, his eyes were cold and complicated, suddenly the door behind him rang, Bo Yan's body became stiff, his fingertips lit the lit cigarette, but he did not look back.

"Uncle—"

"Get out!"

He drank low.

An Ge'er's hand gripping the door frame suddenly tightened, she only felt a dull pain in her heart, he hadn't called her for a long time.

"Uncle...I..."

"What are you doing? If you are here to explain, I will listen carefully. If not, leave immediately." Bo Yan said with a sullen face, but he stretched out his hand and opened the window for ventilation.

"You do not trust me?"

An Ge'er stared at him tightly, speaking with some difficulty.

Bo Yan turned around, twitching at the corners of his lips, the irony was overwhelming, and An Ge'er was shocked.

He threw away the cigarette long ago, and his slender and tall body pushed her closer step by step.

An Ge'er was pushed against the door by him, her chest rising and falling slightly, she was still a little nervous.

Accustomed to the way he treats her tenderly, An Ge'er realized at this moment that this man is dangerous, indifferent, and terrible, but he only gave her all his love and tenderness.

But he also has moments of anger.

The jaw was pinched by him, and the force became heavier.

He stared at her fiercely, as if he wanted to see her clearly, his voice still suppressed a wave of anger, calm and terrible, "Do you know what trust is? Any misunderstanding, what reason have you given me? What's your explanation? You don't know anything, what trust are you talking about with me!?"

Ange's feather eyelashes trembled. Almost shed tears.

Not because of myself, but because of him.

If I didn't want him to be like this--