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

Chapter 1145 Give Me Time

Normally in this kind of situation, anyone who can read his face would know to shut up, but Nan Jiaojiao just stared at him for a while.

"Are you sad?"

Bo Yanqing's complexion was not clear, and his breathing sank slightly.

After a while, he replied in a low voice: "Yes."

His voice was too deep, and the hands around her waist felt scorching heat through the clothes.

Nan Jiaojiao turned sideways, rubbing her face against his shoulder, and could clearly hear her heartbeat.

Very normal frequency, always feel depressed.

"Then let me hug you and comfort you."

Nan Jiaojiao tried to sit up, but when she moved, the recliner swayed a few times. Bo Yanqing tiptoed to the ground just in time, and the swaying recliner stopped. He pinched her waist, "Don't move."

"Oh."

Nan Jiaojiao was honest and leaned back obediently.

"Then tell me, what's on your mind?"

Bo Yanqing looked down at the person in his arms, with his chin resting on the top of her hair.

He hadn't shaved, and the short stubble made Nan Jiaojiao feel a little prickly and itchy.

She dodged a little, then leaned back again.

Bo Yanqing was obviously hiding something in his heart, otherwise he would not have noticed her strangeness, and occasionally he would prick her with stubble, but every time Nan Jiaojiao pushed him away, and he would never touch her unless she shaved. .

Nan Jiaojiao was ready to listen to what he had to say, but after dawdling for a long time, he suddenly asked, "Are you hungry? Han Che bought some snacks, do you want to look through them?"

Nan Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, then raised her head slowly, "I'll wait for you to cry with me, you ask me if I'm hungry?"

Bo Yanqing raised her eyebrows and pinched her face, "I'm not so sad. I'm an adult, and it's not that I can't handle things. Putting pressure on you, I can't do this kind of thing."

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, "Do you really have nothing to say to me?"

Bo Yanqing looked at her without blinking, "Not yet."

"Then why are you sitting here?"

"Didn't I tell you, I couldn't fall asleep, so I came out to blow some air, I took out all my cigarettes, Xu Shu reminded me not to smoke recently, there is no other way, then I can only trance here, and empty my mind."

Nan Jiaojiao stared at him carefully, as if she wanted to see something.

When Bo Yanqing showed her, the corners of his lips were slightly curled up, and his eyes fell on her. The sunken eye sockets were full of her, so gentle that water could be squeezed out.

"never mind."

Nan Jiaojiao leaned back on his arm, "Let's talk when you want to talk, and I won't leave."

"En." He responded lightly, never letting her words fall to the last sentence.

"It's not that I don't want to say it. I haven't thought about it yet. Be good, give me some time."

Nan Jiaojiao's eyebrows twitched, she wanted to take a look at him, but she suppressed herself.

The tone of his words made her pause for a moment, and she felt a nest somewhere in her heart. She wrapped her arms around his waist, put her right hand on his waist, and he lifted the blanket higher to cover her hands.

The balcony was indeed quite cold. After staying for a while, Nan Jiaojiao had goose bumps all over her body.

She didn't say anything, but she rubbed against him, Bo Yanqing patted her, "Go to sleep, I can't hug you now, you go by yourself."

"Then are you still sitting here?"

"No, let's go in and sleep together."

Only then did Nan Jiaojiao get up, she stood beside him and gave him a hand, and brought the crutch to support him. She subconsciously wanted to help him, but just as she raised her hands, Bo Yanqing glanced at her right hand, which was also wrapped in gauze.

She consciously put down her right hand and only supported him with her left hand.

(End of this chapter)