1189: C1189 Fireman

C1189 Fireman

Tang Soong said and scratched his head helplessly.

"I'm afraid to trust her."

"How long have you guys known each other? Do you trust her?"

Bo Qian interrupted him. "I have no problem with her. I just feel that the way you guys interact with each other is a little too strange."

Tang Soong calmed down. He could figure it out himself.

Bo Qian was indeed not that bored.

In other words, he would not be so bored that he would be interested in his girlfriend.

But just now, he was anxious.

After he reacted, there was nothing to worry about.

Tang Soong sighed heavily and said helplessly, "I still choose to believe in her."

"Alright."

Bo Qian did not have much to say.

However, he could already imagine what kind of bloody event would happen in the near future.

Tang Soong patted Bo Qian's shoulder with a helpless look on his face. "Don't worry, I will be fine."

...

In the bedroom.

Mu Shinian was sitting on the carpet with a pen in her hand. She wrote a string of numbers on the blank paper.

Then, she took a photo and sent it over.

On the other end of the video, Ye Ling took a look and clicked her tongue in wonder, "Shinian, you are really amazing."

"You even know such a difficult question."

Mu Shinian pulled her lower lip and did not feel that she was very amazing.

"As long as you have the right idea." Mu Shinian supported her chin and continued to flip through the questions.

Ye Ling almost treated her as a goddess. "Okay, okay. Is there anything else?"

Mu Shinian could not help but laugh, "No more."

"Okay, then I will continue to read. If there is a problem, I will come to you again."

Mu Shinian nodded her head and cut off the video.

After the video was cut off, she grabbed a pen and randomly wrote on the draft paper.

Bo Qian carried a plate of sliced fruits in.

Mu Shinian looked up and looked at it. She felt a little guilty and hid the piece of paper.

"I saw it." Bo Qian put away the messy table and put the fruit in front of her.

Mu Shinian exclaimed and said confidently, "I'm tired of looking at it. I need to pass the time."1

Bo Qian took the piece of paper over and shook it open to take a look. He drew it in simple strokes. A group of matchmakers were practicing Tai Chi. It was like they were designing the moves, each pattern and every movement.

It was funny and fun.

Bo Qian raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "Your drawing is pretty good."

Mu Shinian could not accept this compliment.

"That's it. It's easy. Everyone knows how to draw."

Bo Qian took the paper away. "Give this to me."

"What are you doing with this?" Mu Shinian could not understand. "If you like painting, I will draw something nice for you."

What was so good about these matchmakers?

"No, just this one."

Bo Qian said. He looked at her, who was a bit tired, and said, "Let's go out and eat tonight."

Mu Shinian was about to refuse when Bo Qian said, "A new restaurant. The environment is not bad."

Mu Shinian replied with an oh, and agreed with him half-doubting.

"No other meaning. Go out and relax your mood." Bo Qian raised his hand and pressed it on her head. He gently rubbed it a few times.

Mu Shinian raised her head in a daze and looked at him.

The girl's eyes were very black and her eyes were very clean.

Bo Qian's breathing was inexplicably stifled. In the blink of an eye, he regained his calm. He calmly opened his eyes and did not dare to look anymore.

"I'll go out first. You do your thing."

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