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

Chapter 1193 Be good, I don't have a father anymore
Nan Jiaojiao had never noticed any emotion similar to "panic" from Bo Yanqing.

Obviously, the strength he was trying to hold her in his arms with all his strength now revealed this.

She was confused and hesitant in her mind.

He knew in his heart that he shouldn't ask, but if she didn't ask, who else could he talk to.

"Uncle Third?"

Bo Yanqing slightly raised his eyebrows, looked up at her, "Yelling again, what's the trouble?"

From this angle, Nan Jiaojiao saw a forced smile on his face.

She moved a little closer to him, put her finger on the corner of his mouth, and pressed it lightly.

Suddenly he looked into his eyes, "If you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh, don't be tense in front of me."

Bo Yanqing's complexion gradually faded.

Nan Jiaojiao asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Bo Yanqing looked into her eyes, then looked at her face, the light was not clear, her face was covered with a layer of not-so-clear light and shadow, the harder she looked, the more blurred she was, staring at her for a long time, never before Panic occupied all his thoughts, and an inexplicable fear crawled up from the bottom of his heart. He took a sharp breath and turned on the bedside lamp.

The suddenly falling light pierced her eyes, and Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously lowered her head to hide.

His body was rolled into his arms again.

This time, Bo Yanqing hugged her tightly with one hand, so hard that he wanted to rub her into his bones, and the mutual bones were so painful.

Just as Nan Jiaojiao frowned, she seemed to hear him crying in a low voice.

"Hey, I don't have a father anymore."

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly opened her eyes and hugged his shoulders, not knowing what to do, so she patted her lightly like he usually coaxed her.

"I don't have a father or a mother. I've lived with my grandma all these years. I've always...haven't had much sense of family belonging. I'm so lonely."

"I don't see him very often, but he's still alive. It's finally my thought. Now that he's dead, what should I do in the future?"

"Be good..."

Bo Yanqing held back for too long, and at this moment, his emotions suddenly exploded. He pinched Nan Jiaojiao's shoulders, his fingers were so tense that they trembled slightly, and even his voice seemed to be crushed.

"I just want to have a family, why is it so difficult."

The corners of Nan Jiaojiao's eyes were red, and there was a sharp pain. She glanced at the warm lamp above her head, only to realize that there were tears in her eyes.

"Why don't you have a home? You have grandma, Bo Shuxian, Qingshan and Qianxi, they are all your family."

Bo Yanqing hugged her tightly again, wondering if he didn't hear her clearly, or maybe he was caught in a certain emotion of his own and couldn't escape.

He murmured softly: "I haven't found out the cause of my mother's death until now, am I a failure?"

Nan Jiaojiao paused, and the blood in her body seemed to froze for an instant.

"How could it be! Don't think so, you are so powerful, you will find clues to what you want to find out."

Bo Yanqing suddenly let out a low laugh, he let go of Nan Jiaojiao, and put some distance between him and her.

Nan Jiaojiao immediately looked at his face, but his eyes were red, he wasn't crying, and he could only hear a little bit of crying, he had always restrained himself very tightly.

Instead, he wiped her tears, stroked her cheeks from the corners of her eyes with slender fingers, and said with a light smile, "I'm just a little brat, and I'm just like an adult to comfort others, so I'll be amazing, if I'm amazing, I—"

(End of this chapter)