The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Half an hour later, Jiang Beiyu stared blankly at the little girl who was still smelling of shower gel while holding the pillow and bedding.

"Su Nanzhi, what are you doing?" Teacher Jiang was somewhat confused.

Su Nanzhi spread the pillow and quilt on the floor next to Jiang Beiyu's bed, "The vortex tonight is too weird, I haven't seen what kind of ghost it is, I don't worry, I'll be here to watch over you tonight sleep."

Jiang Beiyu: "?"

Jiang Beiyu: "!"

"Su Nanzhi, do you know what it means to have a relationship between a man and a woman?"

Teacher Jiang was a little anxious.

"I know," Su Nanzhi said another sentence for him, "I also know what it means to be alone in the same room. Teacher Jiang, you don't have to worry. With your skills, you can't do anything to me."

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

After a while, his expression was slightly shy, "...I'm afraid of what you might do to me."

Su Nanzhi: "..."

"Don't worry," Su Nanzhi's expression was a bit indescribable, "I have a bit of professional ethics, and it's my bottom line not to do anything to customers."

Jiang Beiyu: "?"

Young Master Jiang's charm cannot be questioned.

"You mean I'm not worthy?"

Su Nanzhi: "No, you are very good, you are too good, I am not worthy."

Listen, what a familiar scumbag/female quotation.

Jiang Beiyu: "Then can you guarantee absolute safety if you sleep next to me?"

Hearing this, Su Nanzhi paused for a moment, then took out a black jade ring from her pajamas pocket - Jiang Beiyu originally took the one in the living room.

"Mr. Jiang, you forgot to put back your ring." Su Nanzhi reached out and put it on for him directly.

From Jiang Beiyu's point of view, the lines of her side face can be clearly seen, which is too perfect.

The vortex tonight was so strange that Su Nanzhi didn't even understand what was staring at Jiang Beiyu, Tang Monk's meat.

Just now she reinforced the formation inside and outside the house back and forth, and then she was a little relieved.

Seeing that Su Nanzhi said that it was not a joke to make a bed on the floor in his room, Jiang Beiyu didn't stop him and got out of bed.

"Then you can sleep on the bed, I'll make the floor."

Su Nanzhi: "No, the wounded should lie on the bed."

"I want to lie down, but I can't lie down with the wound on my back." Jiang Beiyu tried his best to promote his bed, "I can sleep on my stomach at most. Look how wasteful it is. My bed is so comfortable. You are not without it." slept."

"It's not like you haven't slept." As soon as the words were uttered, the two of them suddenly fell silent.

Not long ago, on the night when the old lady of the Su family came back from a banquet, Su Nanzhi slept on this bed with Jiang Beiyu.

Although it's not exactly a shared bed, sharing the same bed is real.

There are 100 million, embarrassing.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

"Mr. Jiang, you'd better sleep on the bed. It's fine for me to sleep on the floor."

As Su Nanzhi said, she adjusted the position of the pillow, lying on the quilt under her body, and covered her body with a thin quilt, she just lay down like this, turned around, and turned her back to Jiang Beiyu.

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

It's really not a fucking choice.

With the wound on Jiangbeiyu's back, he is destined to be unable to take a full body bath in the next few days.

So he could only lie down and reach out to turn off the light. The whole room was plunged into darkness, and he couldn't even see the moonlight outside the window.

It's really a lonely man and a widow living in the same room.