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

Chapter 125 She's My Man

Rongcheng dates back hundreds of years and was once a prosperous capital in ancient times.

Those who are officials and businessmen have accumulated enough fame and wealth for future generations.

The ancestor of the Zhou family used to be a magistrate, but in this generation, only Mr. Zhou supported him, and everyone else was full of wine and food. There are many women who have been bullied by Zhou Tian. With such shallow knowledge, she doesn't even know about Bo Yanqing.

At this time, when he heard Bo Yanqing's disdainful tone, Zhou Tian immediately became angry, "What's your tone, do you know what my grandpa's grandpa's grandpa's grandpa does!"

"dead."

When Nan Jiaojiao answered, she raised her head and glanced, "Is my conclusion correct?"

Bo Yanqing couldn't help laughing, "Good girl, that's right."

Nan Jiaojiao leaned back into his arms, as obedient as a cat.

A light breath penetrated between his two shirts, making his breath lower and lower, and he didn't care so much about other things.

"Han Chuan, call Zhou Huaiming and ask him to come and lie down and find out about his grandson's hidden guns."

After saying that, Bo Yanqing picked up Nan Jiaojiao and wanted to leave.

Just two steps away, a group of people rushed in from the door, and Han Qi's anxious voice came to his ears, "Where are people! Even my people dare to move, I peeled his skin!"

Han Chuan was on the phone, and was bumped by Han Qi.

His face froze, "You?"

Han Chuan kindly pointed him to the pale-faced Zhou Tian, ​​"Young Master Han, he's over there."

Han Qi was about to walk over, when he suddenly saw Nan Jiaojiao, who was being held in Bo Yanqing's arms, standing on one side, standing in front of her and stopping her.

He glanced at Bo Yanqing, and he couldn't care less about reasoning. He first cared about Nan Jiaojiao: "How are you, did the grandson hurt you?"

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head, "No."

"It's fine if you don't have one. I've heard it all. With my backing, I can't spare Zhou Tian's grandson!"

Bo Yan smiled lightly: "With me here, it's not Han Shao's turn to back me up. It's your cronies and friends who are good at cleaning up. Don't take her to those smoky places."

Han Qi knew he was in the wrong, he voluntarily shrunk his head in front of Nan Jiaojiao, but it didn't mean that Bo Yanqing could scold him in public.

"Master Bo, I'm talking to my Jiaojiao, why are you interrupting?"

"Your Jiaojiao?" Bo Yanqing's face darkened.

Han Qi took Nan Jiaojiao's hand and pulled her out of Bo Yanqing's arms. With a force, he immediately supported her, looked at her with a gentle smile on his face, "Yes, my Jiaojiao, she It's my girlfriend."

One sentence is enough to stuff people.

Nan Jiaojiao forgot to struggle, she gritted her teeth and said, "What's the fuss, don't hurt me!"

Han Qi raised his eyebrows, "I took you to meet my friends tonight, and you didn't refuse, we both agreed, you should get over your embarrassment."

Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously looked at Bo Yanqing, the man's eyes were covered with icy slag, and he looked faintly at the hands they held together.

Her heart sank, and she only drew a line with him at Shengyue Mansion tonight, and even brought out the wedding invitation, before dawn, she and Han Qi got involved.

Isn't it losing Yan Qing's face?

She had an inexplicable feeling of being caught.

Han Qi raised his hand, covered it in front of her, and blocked her gaze. The coldness in his eyes was quietly drawn away, and he squeezed a smile, "It's not surprising that the third uncle doesn't know, she is delicate and shy, and she is not afraid." It's too late to tell you, after all, we young people have nothing to do with you, so it's not too late to know, she is mine, and I will protect her tightly, so don't blame me for turning against anyone who dares to rob her or move her."

(End of this chapter)