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132. Chapter 132 I just like her foster husband~

Bodyguard B was afraid of scaring him, so he stopped quickly and scratched his hair in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.

Guan Xingrui will never show up casually. I have been told by Qi Xiuyuan several times to let others handle things. Now that she is a star, she should try not to show up in public.

But seeing this situation, she didn't care so much and got out of the car immediately.

Yuan Yuan is 1.7 meters tall, which is considered tall among girls, but when passing by Bodyguard B, who is 1.85 meters tall, she really looks very petite and not intimidating at all.

The old man seemed to have finally relaxed his nerves, but for a fellow at this age, even if he watches TV, he doesn't know how to read entertainment news, and there are no bus stop signs nearby, so the old man obviously didn't recognize his original wish.

Yuan Yuan knelt down and asked patiently, but unfortunately the old man seemed unable to speak, so he only made two gestures with Yuan Yuan.

Yuan Yuan couldn't understand sign language, and the old man couldn't hear her words, so the two of them really couldn't communicate.

Yuan Yuan didn't know what to do. Looking carefully, although the old man was sitting on the ground, his clothes were still neat. It seemed that he had not been scratched by the car.

So I first helped the old man up and asked him where he lived and they sent him home. The old man didn't understand. After thinking about it, the only way left was to give him money.

This was not the first day that the bodyguards followed her and Guan Xingrui. Knowing the style of these two people, the driver had already got out of the car and together with Bodyguard B, picked up the unsquished oranges on the road and put them back into the basket.

Later, I was still afraid of scaring the old man, so I didn't dare to approach him. I gestured to him and said, "Old man, we bought these oranges, and the money... uh, we put the money here for you."

They reached forward and handed over the money. The old man shrank, and the bodyguard had no choice but to put the money on the ground.

It was windy in the suburbs. As soon as the bodyguard put the money down and was about to hold an orange to hold it down, the money was blown up.

Fortunately, the bodyguard reacted quickly and grabbed the banknotes with one hand, and pressed an orange properly.

In fact, she originally wanted to be close to the old man, so she could give him money directly, but she usually only has twenty or thirty yuan in her wallet...

Except for scolding the driver who knocked over someone's fruit and ignored him, few people took the incident too seriously.

When they arrived in the city, Yuan Yuan and Guan Xingrui concentrated on shopping. Bodyguards were scattered around to protect them, and they took the opportunity to stroll around and buy clothes.

Because their purpose was clear, they didn't spend much time shopping, but they came back with a full load.

She originally wanted to dress up her child adoptive husband...

Carrying a lot of paper bags, she got on the car in a very good mood.

She was happy, and a certain child adopter who doted on her very much was also happy. Although the bodyguards did not fall in love with them... but seeing these two people always so sweet, she also felt that it was very healing and life was beautiful.

A large group of people were in a very good mood. They took eight cars and all turned on video to discuss where to go for late-night snacks.

When getting in the car, Bodyguard B went to the back of the car and touched a few oranges he had just bought from his old man. Now he wiped one of them clean, peeled off the skin, and said leisurely while coming up with ideas, "Eat...fuck!"

After eating a piece of orange, it was so sour that his stomach almost knotted.

"Why are these oranges so sour? The few times Er Jing bought them these past few days, they were always sweet."

I guess it comes from a village. When buying seeds and fertilizers, they all follow the same brand. There are many stalls selling fruits at the entrance of the scenic spot, but they are all of the same variety and taste the same. This is the first time I have tasted such sour oranges.


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