My Guardian Mr Bo

Don't look at those **** scenes, turn around with his nose and mouth, and retching from time to time.

Roaring and hacking ceaselessly.

I don’t know how long her body was suddenly lifted up, and an arm directly hooked her waist and carried her in her arms. A wild and hoarse voice like a beast came, "Look at you now. Who is the man in front of you, see clearly! You belong to Lao Tzu!"

When An Ge'er heard it, she knew it was his head just now.

Looking up, there was still blood splashing on his cheeks, An Ge'er twisted uncomfortably, but in exchange for his tough movements, "You didn't say it yourself, whoever wins will follow who!? See clearly, now it's Lao Tzu and me Won!"

As he said, he forced An Ge'er to look up to see the **** scene, the broken limbs and arms were bloody, but the shouting and shouting around was even more enthusiastic. She is a trophy, and anyone who wins can enjoy her.

An Ge'er was so clasped around his waist with one hand, tightly pressed against him, and his other hand was raised, which instantly triggered even more enthusiastic cheers. He won and embraced the beauty.

It's hard to come in a woman who doesn't want to play?

It's just that now that the enemy's head is dead, he has become the number one boss in this prison. After successfully taking over the group of people, they still point to the new boss when he gets tired of playing with them.

There are good things to share with everyone, which is the same as sharing tobacco and alcohol among brothers.

It's just that when An Ge'er saw the scene after the **** fight, he couldn't help rolling in his stomach and retched.

The man finally became disgusted and afraid when she saw her pale face, and then he laughed and clamped her under his arm, and walked to the bed in the prison.

There are no quilts on them, they are all tough.

He wanted to bully him directly, blocking so many people, too many onlookers, An Ge'er told him directly that he didn't want so many people to stare.

"Now what excuses do you want to find!? What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms!? It is best to accept it obediently!"

"No way!"

An Geer hurriedly held him, gritted his teeth, and deliberately lowered his head as if shy and said, "...I, I am shy..."

When the man heard it, he laughed playfully.

Really shy! ?

He wanted to see if she could let herself **** her, and see if she could have an excuse to stop him.

Thinking about this, he raised his head and let out a low drink, causing those to roll back.

At the same time, he also let his own people go around and guard, not letting them turn around.

"Okay, now, what tricks do you want to play!?"

He squeezed her chin and looked at her charming little face. He saw that his heart was itchy and eager to move. He leaned over to kiss her, but at this moment, An Ge'er hooked his neck with one hand. The other hand, holding something, was pressing against his abdomen.

Make him stiff.

An Ge'er smiled disapprovingly, and whispered, "Don't worry, let's negotiate a condition."

The man's eyes narrowed dangerously, "What conditions?"

"Do you want to go out?"

An Ge'er stared straight at him, with a smile on her lips.

"What?! Where to go!?"

He narrowed his eyes and asked.

An Ge'er's lips were close to his ears, and he uttered two words lightly, but successfully made his body stiff and numb.

"……prison Break."

Yes, yes, it is jailbreak.

Unexpectedly, the man burst into laughter when he heard it, just about to move—