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

Chapter 1218 His children don't understand

Nan Jiaojiao didn't quite understand. Even if Bo Yanqing didn't speak fast, she could understand the words separately, but when they were put together, she couldn't understand. When he said a few more words, she could only hear buzzing in her ears. Voice.

It's like listening to Buddhist scriptures.

"What, what does this mean?"

Bo Yanqing was stunned for a moment, and the words came to his lips, and he swallowed them abruptly.

He spoke so plainly and clearly, his children don't understand?
"It's because you knocked down the card you drew yourself. The card was taken apart. Now it's a dead bid, so it's hard to draw. Besides, your card is here with me." Bo Yuman specially flipped the card over to Nan Jiao. Look delicately.

Bo Yanqing glanced over, "What's the matter with you?"

"Jiaojiao doesn't understand, I'll teach her."

Bo Yanqing said in a bad mood: "You can teach me, just look at the cards in your hand."

Bo Yuman opened her mouth and was about to fight back, but she also felt that scolding was meaningless, and when Bo Yanqing's mouth was capable of fighting, she couldn't fight back.

It might as well be mocking with a "hum".

Nan Jiaojiao understood the few words that went back and forth like this, but in the end she really didn't get any cards, and Haidilao couldn't get any of the last two cards left.

It was Han Che who got the last card, he didn't dare to be happy, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth, "Young Madam, I'm sorry, I seem to have touched myself."

"congratulations."

Nan Jiaojiao looked at Bo Yanqing bitterly, "Is it because I can't do it or you can't do it?"

Two people look at a deck of cards and still lose.

How can a man admit that he is not good, but he can't say that Nan Jiaojiao is not good, so he can't piss her off.

Bo Yanqing poured her cards down, "Come again."

"Why don't you come and play a few games. I don't think I can turn my head around right now. I'll watch how you play."

When Nan Jiaojiao spoke, she had already stood up, took his hand, and Bo Yanqing half pushed and half sat down.

He stretched out his good leg, "Sit here, I'll hold you and watch."

"Ah?" Nan Jiaojiao's eyes slid to the melon-eating crowd.

"Don't, don't do this, it's not appropriate."

"Come closer and you can see better. Come, I will teach you how to read the cards."

Bo Yanqing reached out to hook her waist, but Nan Jiaojiao quickly pushed it away, "No, I won't sit."

Bo Yanqing looked at her.

She popped out in embarrassment: "I want face!"

"Pfft-"

"Ha ha!"

They really couldn't hold it back, and all the laughter entered Nan Jiaojiao's ears. She didn't dare to lift her head, so she pinched Bo Yanqing angrily, and said angrily, "You play with yourself, leave me alone."

The corner of Bo Yanqing's mouth didn't go down, he stared straight at her sitting next to her, looked away when he had seen enough, bent a few fingers and tapped on the table, "Open."

At the beginning of a new round, Nan Jiaojiao was concentrating, but when Bo Yanqing touched the hand of cards, Nan Jiaojiao silently said in her heart: Oh, a bad card.

Unexpectedly, Bo Yanqing played the bad card out of Wang Zhan, and it was his own head.

He explained it to her carefully, but Nan Jiaojiao didn't understand. When he looked over, she immediately gave her a thumbs up.

Then she looked at a few more.

Bo Yuman went out to answer the phone, but the person didn't come back. Mo Tingshen helped her make the call, and then Deng Chan stopped calling, and Yan Chi took the lead.

The people sitting here are all playing high-end games.

Nan Jiaojiao leaned towards Bo Yanqing, he didn't even look at her, but as if he knew her movements, he leaned down so that she could speak next to his ear.

(End of this chapter)