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

Chapter 1217
"He should be here, don't shout louder, make him happy."

Others didn't hear these words, as if they were just whispers from Deng Chan's mouth, but when Bo Yuman heard it, she didn't know how to comfort her, so she wrapped her arms around Deng Chan's waist, intending to bring her into her arms and hug her, but she lost her strength When she got a little bigger, she directly pulled the person over and hit her on the chest.

Four eyes facing each other.

All of a sudden embarrassing two people.

Bo Yuman insisted on finishing his lines: "Little Mom, you still have me."

"Pull it down, you straight man of steel."

Deng Chan lightly pushed Bao Yuman away, and that hand happened to be pushed up to her chest. Deng Chan froze for a moment, and looked at a certain place of someone with a particularly directional look in her eyes.

"Where did you lack when you were young, so flat?"

Bo Yuman's complexion suddenly fell.

Deng Chan silently moved a little to the side, fearing that it might be contagious, "Don't push yourself a little bit, you almost don't have a woman mark, the mistress is married, and you are one year older than him."

"Then what's the matter, little mom, live longer, I'll let you see what it means to be old."

Deng Chan: "..."

She didn't really want to take this kind of brainstem missing talk.

The volume of the mother and daughter's conversation was not very suppressed. It happened that Mo Tingshen and Yan Chi were sitting very close to each other. It took a lot of effort to pretend that they didn't understand. In order to cover up their embarrassment, they made two bowls of fruit in front of them.

In the middle of the night, my mouth was almost bald, and there were almost no topics to talk about. I was really bored, so I gathered a table of mahjong.

Nan Jiaojiao wasn't very good at it, so Bo Yanqing wanted to show her the cards, but was taken away by Mo Tingshen and Yan Chi to play poker.

Before she had time to run away, Deng Chan and Bo Yuman pinned her down on a chair, and called Han Che in again. Three women and one man gathered together for a mahjong table.

Nan Jiaojiao has good hands and can handle cards, but she doesn't know how to play them. The good cards made her play badly. The other three people kept feeding her cards, but she couldn't understand them. Afterwards, she became dizzy after playing. , glanced at Bo Yanqing several times, but was too embarrassed to call someone.

After he finished his hand of poker and threw away the cards, he took a chair and sat behind Nan Jiaojiao, "How much did you lose?"

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her mouth, feeling wronged like a kid looking for her parents, "I don't know, I lost a lot."

"It's okay, I'll show you something."

"Would you like to come?"

In the new round, Bo Yanqing helped her find the cards, "Play this one first, and I'll show you."

Nan Jiaojiao turned her head back. She used to play alone, but she could still pretend to be calm. Anyway, no one else could tell. Now that there was a person sitting behind her, she became nervous instead. Every time she drew a card, she felt nervous. Ask him which one to play.

After touching two pairs of cards, Bo Yanqing put one hand behind her, with his palm against the edge of the table, tapped his fingers on the back of her hand, and pointed out a few cards to her.

"See, you only need to touch these three cards in your hand, and you can win."

Nan Jiaojiao nodded pretending to understand, as if she had found her backbone immediately, her back was straightened.

"Six barrels."

Deng Chan, who was sitting at her home, played a card.

"bump!"

Nan Jiaojiao confidently put down the two six-packs.

Suddenly, I heard a soft "tsk" next to my ear.

She retracted her hand and asked him uncertainly, "Can't you touch it?"

Bo Yanqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's okay, let's touch it, you have already shouted, so you can only put the cards down."

"Oh, this is called losing a chess game without regrets, isn't it?"

Bo Yanqing laughed, and after she put down the cards, he pointed and said: "You can play cards by touching one, but Aunt Chan is your boss, so you don't have to touch the six-pin card, now you can play the six-pin card." Putting it down, the four cylinders and seven cylinders are hard to touch, and there are already three on the field..."

(End of this chapter)