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

Chapter 1216
She didn't check after that.

Juniors also need respect.

Nan Jiaojiao didn't feel offended, she was always in a stable state of mind, and said truthfully, "The Ye family is related to me by blood. I was adopted by Grandpa Nan in Qingcheng when I was a child."

Deng Chan suddenly realized, "It turned out to be like this, then find a time, and I will visit his old man's house."

"what?"

"Stupid child, they are both married. The two parents have to sit down and discuss it. The wedding hasn't happened yet. I'm a junior, so I can't let the old man come to me."

Nan Jiaojiao really didn't know what to say, thank you seemed rusty again, her heart was hot, and she said crisply: "Okay, then I will tell grandpa after I go back, ah no, tomorrow, tomorrow I will find someone It's time, call him and talk about it."

"Look how excited you are."

Deng Chan patted the top of her head, the palms felt very good, and when Nan Jiaojiao was patted, she would subconsciously shrink her neck and look up. She looked so cute and naive, no wonder Bo Yanqing always acted like teasing a child. tease her.

Deng Chan has never regretted not having her own children in this life. After Mu Mu left, she did not plan to remarry. The two children he left her were very filial, and she also had Bo Yuman under her knees, but that girl was too wild since she was a child. Boys are still difficult to control, Deng Chan has never enjoyed what is called a little padded jacket.

With Nan Jiaojiao now, it was as if God sent her to her side to make up for the regret.

How to see how to like.

Dinner was ready, rice was added to each bowl, and Bo Yanqing asked them to eat it.

Many dishes are Nan Jiaojiao's favorite, and there are also flavors that Deng Chan and Bo Yuman like to eat. They put them in front of them. Mo Tingshen and Yan Chi seem to have picked them up. None of them are their taste. Stretch your hand, or you'll starve.

After eating, three men cleaned up.

Nan Jiaojiao went to wash some fruits, took them out, and cut them into plates with Deng Chan.

Deng Chan specially arranged a plate very nicely, with some small tomatoes on the side for decoration, and placed it under Mu Mu's portrait.

No one did anything else at night, the sofa was moved very close to the dusk, and everyone sat and chatted together.

Nan Jiaojiao asked Bo Yanqing to take her with her, lit a stick of incense for Mu Mu, and burned some paper money in the furnace.

Bo Yanqing whispered in her ear, "Call me Dad."

Nan Jiaojiao politely called out "Dad" to the black and white photos of Mu Mu, she glanced at Bo Yanqing, turned her head away before he looked over, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, Dad, Bo Yanqing will have me in the future, I will will give him a home."

Bo Yanqing pursed her lips, "The voice is too low, I can't hear you."

Nan Jiaojiao raised her voice and repeated her words.

There was a lot of chatter behind him, but suddenly it quieted down.

She put her hands together, put her fingertips on her forehead, and glanced back stiffly. One, two, three, four pairs of eyes on the sofa were all staring at her, and all of them put ridicule on their faces.

Nan Jiao was so shy that she quickly turned her head away.

Bo Yanqing didn't respond at all, he was still laughing, threw the torn paper money into the stove one by one, tore some more, pulled Nan Jiaojiao over, put the paper money in her hand, let her hold it, He grabbed her hand and threw it into the furnace.

He smiled and looked at Mu Mu, "Dad, you heard me, your son is accompanied by someone, don't worry."

Deng Chan kept pressing the wine glass to her lips. Hearing this, the corners of her eyes moved slightly, she raised her head to drink the glass of wine, turned her head away, and wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingertips.

Tucao in a low voice: "Stinky boy, I didn't hear you calling him dad a few times when I was here, now..."

(End of this chapter)