Chapter 199: What is hanging on your bedside, uncle?

The next day.
When An Ge'er got up, she went downstairs, my uncle was already sitting downstairs reading the documents.
He was wearing an Armani black suit and white shirt. He was ascetic and cold, and his expression was not strange.
An Geer rubbed his eyes, and it was still the case.
The person who was crazy last night, the person to her beasts, and the person who was full of abstinence in front of him, did not match up at all. Looking at him like this, she could not imagine in any way, what happened to him, unexpectedly ...
But he did do those things to himself.
Sitting at the table for dinner, Adong took a document from his uncle, glanced at her, and asked casually, "Little Miss, what are your clothes covering your neck in such a hot weather? You are not afraid of rashes."
When An Ge'er heard it, her face became a little strange in an instant, and the roots of her ears were stained with a thin red.
The neck shrank subconsciously into the shirt. There was no way. She couldn't wear the clothes that showed her neck. They were covered with red, ambiguous hickeys. What should she do?
"Ah, it's not hot."
An Ge'er lowered her head to eat, her eyes dodged and said.
Bo Yan's gaze lifted from the file, her slender eyes rested on the roots of her red ears, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked.
"Really, I think it's hot enough." A Dong innocently glanced at the blue sky and the scorching sun outside, and frowned.
An Geer was even more embarrassed.
The atmosphere is inexplicable and ambiguous, An Ge'er seems to have thought of something suddenly, and intentionally or unconsciously wants to break the dullness, so while drinking milk, she asked, "By the way, uncle, I want to ask you something. ."
"what?"
Bo Yan's voice was still light, but it was deeply emotional.
"Well, I'm very curious. There is a frame on the head of the bed in your room. That is a white cloth? There is also a dark red color. What is that, is it blood? Whose is it, uncle, you have suffered Hurt?"
An Ge'er asked several questions one after another in one breath.
"puff--!"
A Dong just drank a sip of water, and after An Ge'er's problem, he spouted suddenly.
An Ge'er looked at him in surprise, but saw Adong picking up the file in one hand, and his feet felt like wind, "Old lady, I am leaving now."
...
A Dong almost left the villa without looking back, panting slightly, his wet forehead was almost speechless and sweating.
Obedient.
What question did the lady ask the boss?
Which white cloth?
Dark red blood?
He's not mistaken, he seemed to have an impression of that thing one day before.
He probably knew what it was in his heart.
But I didn't expect to be framed by the boss.
Isn't that the night when the little lady was drugged and the boss...?
But just now, she actually asked the boss that question herself, asking what was hanging on the wall.
...
A Dong, a handsome Ouba, blushed decisively.
In the villa.
An Ge'er is not stupid. Seeing A Dong's reaction, she suddenly understood that it was not as simple as she thought.
But what would it be?
Where did the blood come from?
"Uncle, Adong, he...?"
"It's okay, let's eat." Bo Yan said, his eyes flashed, and he hesitated, "It was true that I was injured before, but it was not myself, but another person, so I kept it as a treasure of memories. ."
An Ge'er was startled for a moment, and nodded seemingly, "Oh, is it..."