The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1101 I'm in a hurry to marry you

Bo Yanqing laughed angrily at her, "Eat, the old house ate, you brought all those dim sums back for you, eat them tomorrow at the latest, and I will throw them away for you before I finish eating at night."

"Don't."

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to go up to her and act coquettishly, but right now her chubby body made her stomach churn even when she moved, so she lay there, pinching his little finger and shaking it lightly, "I can finish eating."

Bo Yanqing pointed to her hand, "Leave your hand away."

Nan Jiaojiao really let go of her hand.

He got up and left.

Nan Jiaojiao hummed unhappily, "If you get it, you won't cherish it, man, heh."

Bo Yanqing poured a cup of hot water, put it in her hand, and sat down next to her, with his arms spread out on the back of the sofa above her head, "What are you muttering, let me hear it louder."

"Having you is my blessing!"

It's a quick change.

Bo Yanqing propped up his temples, his sideways body almost wrapped her in his arms, he crossed Erlang's legs, and tapped lightly with his other hand on his legs.

Nan Jiaojiao couldn't drink any more after drinking half a glass of water, so she handed him the glass.

Bo Yanqing drank the remaining half of the glass, put the glass away, and moved his half-bowed waist to her body.

There was a fist distance between them, but Bo Yanqing lowered his head and could easily rub her nose.

He stared at her mouth and said hoarsely, "Take one."

Nan Jiaojiao raised her head slightly and kissed him.

Peck and peck, and then separate.

She wanted to stop, so Bo Yanqing caught up and kissed for a while, and when they separated, their breaths were a little unstable.

With wet eyes, Nan Jiaojiao discussed with him, "Don't do it."

"Ok?"

She adjusted her sitting posture and rolled over in his arms, "I'm afraid of throwing up on the bed."

"Ah……"

Bo Yanqing burst out laughing, buried her head in her shoulder and laughed for a while, then suddenly warned: "If you keep touching that hand, I won't answer."

Terrified by Nan Jiaojiao, she let go of the hand holding the back of his head all of a sudden, and wiped his ears on the way.

Bo Yanqing raised her head, grabbed her hand, pulled it towards her, and placed it on his lap. His fingers penetrated into her palm. Nan Jiaojiao habitually held her hand, and gently squeezed a little bit harder to wrestle with his fingers.

But she didn't notice that the man was staring at her eyes, as if he was drunk.

"Think about it and marry me."

"what?"

Nan Jiao raised her head coquettishly, "Didn't you just joke around during the day?"

Bo Yanqing tapped her eyebrows, "I said to marry you in front of your family, do you really think I'm lying?"

"Then that, then you..."

Nan Jiaojiao touched his forehead, "It's not burning, why do you hate getting married when you're only middle-aged?"

"Shouldn't I be anxious at my age?"

"Really think about it, think about it," Bo Yanqing grabbed her hand back and kissed her, "You have to marry if you don't want to. If the betrothal gifts I mentioned during the day are not enough, I will give more."

Nan Jiaojiao immediately covered his mouth, her hands trembling in fright.

My mind was empty, and I said something that I would feel like a scumbag for the rest of my life: "I'm still young."

"Not too small."

Bo Yanqing wanted to remind her of her age, but she was afraid that she would be impatient, so she managed to bring the atmosphere to this point. This girl is so stupid, if she gets offended and suddenly wakes up, there is nothing to talk about.

"Are you really in a hurry?"

Bo Yanqing didn't speak for a moment, he lay on Nan Jiaojiao's body, his eyes looked down from above, his eyes became more and more knowledgable, as if he had drunk wine, his voice was slightly drunk, "I'm in a hurry to marry you."

(End of this chapter)