My 24-year-old Beautiful Boss

"Ah?" Bing Ruyun froze, a little scared, but more confused, what did she do wrong?

Is it because the slapstick has not been smoothed out? But that wasn't how you said it when you first arrived, did you come here?

Bing Ruyun stood behind Xu Qingmo, thinking a little uneasily.

"You are my person," Xu Qingmo said, "don't be polite to anyone."

"No one can touch you!"

"No one dares to disrespect you!"

"No one can treat you rudely!"

"Because, you are my person!"

Xu Qingmo's words floated out and fell into Bing Ruyun's ears.

Bingruyun Jiao's body shook and she was completely stunned.

I thought I had done something wrong, but I was criticized by the host, but I didn't expect it to be because of this.

No wonder, but when the man's hand was about to hit his waist, the owner spoke.

He is angry, angry that other men touch me!

He wants to protect me!

Bing Ruyun's heart-hearted child trembled gently. Looking at Xu Qingmo's back, Xu Qingmo's sentence just rang again in his head: "You are my person!"

For a time, the messy Tianzi Hall No.1 was warm as spring!

Therefore, when Xu Qingmo left Tianzi No.1, Bing Ruyun's face was filled with a smile, and his mouth was pretty, like a young girl, and he was instructed to clean the Tianzi No.1 hall.

Her transformation has surprised everyone at Yanhua Tea House.

Several cleaning servants secretly looked at the hostess like a Huaichun girl, expressing surprise, but they never saw when the hostess has always been elegant like this.

Xu Qingmo sat on the chair and looked at the list on his hand.

There are also the last few names on it, which have been confirmed. They are all people who should be killed, but they are not as good as before.

These people are all in high positions. Although they have no martial arts, they have guards and bodyguards around them, especially the recent incident of Tsing Yi thugs, which has alerted them and increased the guards around them.

Xu Qingmo wants to kill these people, it also takes some effort, after all, he is only a second-class martial arts, and the horn of the Qing can not frequently control.

But these people are going to kill after all!

Xu Qingmo extended the list to the candle next to it, and it suddenly burned.

The gray fly extinguished, and when the last bit of ashes drifted, the knock on the door rang.

"Come in."

Xu Qingmo knew it was Bing Ruyun, and said arbitrarily.

"Squeak!" Bing Ruyun pushed open the door, and came in with some excitement and expectation.

"Someone is looking for it." Bingruyun said, then stood aside and let the people behind him take a step forward.

Nie Bufei.

"Mr. Chen, on behalf of Miss Mo, I invite you to attend her birthday party at Yunwujie at night." Nie Bufei said.

"Oh, Zeng Zimo's birthday party?" Xu Qingmo glanced at Nie Bufei.

"Yes." Nie Bufei nodded.

Xu Qingmo also nodded: "Okay, I know. I will pass by then."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen, then I will leave. Miss Mo is still waiting for me to bring her the good news." Nie Bufei went straight without dragging his feet.

Xu Qingmo nodded, but his heart understood that I'm afraid it was not just as simple as inviting himself to Zeng Zimo's birthday party. The full moon battle was near, and Wei Wuyan was probably anxious.

"Master, are you going to the birthday party?" Bing Ruyun looked at Xu Qingmo expectantly. With these days, she gradually learned Xu Qingmo's temper, not that she was afraid at first.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Xu Qingmo asked.

"Well ... what Miss Mo can live in the cloud and fog world, must have seen the world." Bing Ruyun bit her lip, shyly, "Then maybe her birthday party was a foreigner. "

"Well, then." Xu Qingmo asked again.

Bing Ruyun was so stagnant that he said so clearly that the owner still didn't understand it.

"The set of foreigners." Bing Ruyun thought and said, "Generally two people are invited. Do you need a dance partner?"

After this sentence was spoken, Bing Ruyun's heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she just felt like she was back in girlhood, so expecting and so afraid of a person's answer.

Xu Qingmo nodded: "I see."

Bing Ruyun continued to wait, but there was no follow-up, and Xu Qingmo stopped talking.

She froze for a moment, knowing one sentence, what are the three words?

Should I invite myself or not?

Bingruyunchang's intestines turn around, I don't know what to do, my hands are entangled with fingers, and my heart is complicated.

Xu Qingmo stood up and looked out the window: "I don't need a partner."

In a very simple sentence, the ice immediately made the heart like ice heart.

I don't need a partner, I'm not self-conscious.

Bing Ruyun's mouth flattened, she felt aggrieved, turned around, and went out.

Xu Qingmo did not look back. He knew Bing Ruyun's thoughts, but he would not agree.

He always remembers that he is a man of the 21st century, and what he likes is Lin Ruochu, which is in his heart.

In this era, it is impossible for him to have anything to do with other women.

When Xu Qingmo stepped out of the room and passed Bing Ruyun's room, he heard a slight weeping sound inside.

"Well."

Xu Qingmo knocked on the door.

"Wait a minute!" Bing Ruyun inside quickly wiped her tears to adjust her mood.

Xu Qingmo said: "You don't need to open the door, remember to prepare a suit of Western banquet clothes and send it to my room."

There was a long pause in it, and finally Bing Ruyun's voice came out: "OK."

Xu Qingmo then left.

After a while, the door opened a gap, Bing Ruyun poked out her head, her eyes were still red, and she wanted to die a bully.

She looked around and determined that Xu Qingmo was not there, and her biting lips frowned.

The owner wants to prepare a set of clothes by himself, but does not prepare women's clothing.

That is, he really is going alone, instead of not inviting himself, inviting others?

Thinking of this, Bing Ruyun's mood improved again, returned to the house, packed everything, and walked out, again is the elegant owner of the Yanhua Teahouse.

At the same time, across the ocean, island nations.

In an exquisite wooden house, Xiao Anrong knelt on the ground, saluting to an old man in black and white hair in front.

The white-haired old man ignored Xiao Anrong, but stared out of the eaves in front of him.

There was a rain outside, and it had just stopped. The rain fell from the eaves and dropped subtle lines in the air.

The white-haired old man closed his eyes, held the blade in one hand, and held the handle in one hand, which was similar to Xiao Anrong's use of a cherry tree to cut the sword.

Finally, a raindrop fell on the eaves.

The white-haired old man suddenly moved, drawing his sword like lightning.

"Yin ..."

The sound of the blade returning to the sheath is like a dragon's yin.

The white-haired old man opened his eyes, turned, and looked at Xiao Anrong on the ground.

And that drop of rain fell intact, fell to the ground, and splashed without any damage.

Opposite the water droplets, a cherry tree burst open from the middle, slowly falling to the ground, and the middle wound was smooth as a mirror.

Xiao Anrong is even more respectful. This is his teacher, a man known as the island warrior.

"You lost." The white-haired old man looked at Xiao Anrong.

"The disciples lost." Xiao Anrong said.

"Which did you lose to?" The white-haired old man said, "King Xinghe?"

After speaking, he shook his head again: "You can't come back when you meet him, can it be Hua Yunfeng?"

Xiao'an Rongfu whispered: "None, it's a boy who defeated his disciples."

"Juvenile? A guru who is younger than you?" The white-haired old man said. Xiao Anrong is the youngest Guizhen guru in the island country. The other person is actually younger than him.

"Yes, no," Xiao Anrong said. "He is younger than me, but he is not a guru."

The gray-haired old man moved, and the long knife in his hand moved gently: "Not a guru?"

"He is just a second-rate martial artist, and he has just been promoted." Xiao Anrong said ashamed, "I'm sorry for the teacher, please punish the teacher, I have a reputation like Juhe."

"A second-class martial artist who just broke through can also beat you?" The white-haired old man chewed a bit, and then said, "Huaxia only fights, it is magical, but it is your problem after all."

"Yes, the disciples are willing to be punished!" Xiao Anrong's head fell on the ground.

"You are punished to go to the God Pavilion to close the museum. Within two months, you are not allowed to take a step. After two months, I will test you in person." The old man with white hair said, "The test is, however, that you are no longer a Juai."

"Yes!" Xiao Anrong's voice shuddered slightly, and he was expelled from the Juhe faction, but he had to cut off his limbs!

"What's the one who beat you?" The white-haired old man asked again.

"Chen Qingyi." Xiao Anrong said.

"Tomojiro," the white-haired old man said.

"The disciples are here."

A prodigal stepping on a wooden clog suddenly appeared on a collapsed cherry tree outside the corridor.

"You go to Huaxia and take back the Anju honor that Xiao Anrong lost." The old man with white hair said.

"Yes!" Momojiro's mouth cocked, with an unruly smile.

"Master, rest assured, I am not Xiao Anrong. He has just stepped into Guizheng. He is unstable and far away from his homeland. It is natural for him to behave abnormally, but I will not." Tao Jilang said.

"Well." The white-haired old man nodded gently, then stood up, and went away step by step, "By the way, beheaded a man named Hua Yunfeng, letting Xinghe know that I'm the Edogawa demon sword, not afraid of him."

"The disciples will not humiliate the mission!" Tao Jilang said.

"When you return, accept the demon sword rain village." The white-haired old man completely disappeared.

"Yes!" Momojiro was overjoyed, and the light burst into his eyes.

The demon sword rain village, but Juhe has shot the world-famous sword, it is the highest honor.

"Brother Tao Jilang, please be careful of that Chen Qingyi, he is very ordinary." Xiao Anrong looked at his brother.

"Well, you don't need to worry about my waste brother, brother. You are still worried about how to survive under Master's sword two months later, hahaha!" Momojiro held his head.

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