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

Mo Ting was depressed and didn't say anything. It was not that he couldn't understand that Qiaoman was acting coquettishly, but he was not interested and had no intention of coaxing others.

How could Qiaoman not have that little girl's desire to embrace spring?

She was not very old and had been in a coma for three years. If she hadn't been the daughter of the Qiao family, she would have taken her to many parties after she woke up. The ladies in the circle took the initiative to make friends with her and make funny jokes. Bored, she pieced together a bit here and there, barely able to keep up with the current tense. In addition, she was Mo Tingshen's fiancée, so no one dared to bully her. It didn't take long for her to regain her confidence as the daughter of a famous lady.

But in front of Mo Tingshen, she could only worry about gains and losses.

"Brother Tingshen?"

She raised her head delicately and looked from his sharp jaw. She just saw his eyes, but before she could see what was hidden in them, suddenly the man's big hand covered her eyes.

"Don't overthink it."

He stroked her gently with his fingers and pushed her out intentionally, but the force was not strong. Qiaoman slowly let go of him and stood back to look at him.

"Brother Tingshen, would you like to come in and sit down?"

"No, it's too late. I didn't get anything when I came. It's too rude to meet the elders."

Qiaoman didn't force it, but he felt disappointed.

"Go back and get some rest early." Mo Ting said quietly.

She whispered: "Can I call you tonight?"

Mo Ting was silent for a while, "Maybe I can't pick it up. I drank a lot, so I probably fell asleep."

"Ah..." Qiaoman was worried, "You don't even drive, I'll let the driver at home take you there."

Mo Tingshen did not refuse.

He sent Qiaoman in. Before entering the villa, he stopped far away and stood in the open area, watching her enter.

Not long after, a car drove over and respectfully asked him to get in.

Mo Ting opened the car door deeply and sat in. He raised his head and leaned on the seat. His dark eyes were slightly closed and his throat seemed dry. He swallowed slowly. The arc of his Adam's apple rolling up and down was reflected on the car window. He was caught by the light and shadow passing by outside the window very quickly. Diluted, the shadows of the mottled trees on the street mixed with the dim light swept across his face inch by inch.

While waiting at the traffic light, the driver boldly turned around and saw Mo Ting leaning there, seemingly asleep. Before he came, the lady asked him to help and say something nice, but he choked back all his words and did not dare to disturb him.

The driver didn't wake Mo Tingshen up until he got under the garage of the apartment.

In fact, he was awake and awake. After returning home, he took a shower and came out to get his mobile phone. He saw Qiaoman sending him several messages. He passed them at a glance without looking at them carefully or replying. He just put the mobile phone on the bed. On my head, I went out and poured a glass of warm water. I placed the water glass down and pushed my phone further away.

the next day.

Nan Jiaojiao slept until she woke up naturally.

She was alone in the bed.

She washed up slowly, pulled on her slippers and went out to open the door. Bo Yanqing was in the living room. He was sitting on the single sofa by the balcony, with a computer on his lap and a cigarette in his hand. When he saw Nan Jiaojiao, He stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and spit out the smoke ring in his mouth.

He deliberately glanced at the time and said, "It's 10:30, how can I sleep now."

Nan Jiaojiao lazily walked towards him, and Bo Yanqing turned off the computer. Before she could come over, he had already stretched out his hands and lifted her into his lap.

"hungry."

Bo Yanqing carefully pushed the hair away from her face, and along with the few strands hanging on the back of her neck, moved it to the side of her shoulders. She said in a soft voice: "Didn't I buy cheese buns at the supermarket last night? I'm going to make you a cup of hot milk." I'll just eat the milk and go back to my old house for a big meal at noon." (End of Chapter)