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

About an hour later, he made a video call. Nan Jiaojiao took out her cell phone, connected it and pointed it at her face.

"I was having dinner with your grandpa just now. I heard you making a video call and didn't take it out," Bo Yanqing explained.

Nan Jiaojiao smiled lowly, "You should accept it. Accept it in front of grandpa, and then let me talk to him. His attitude towards you will be much better."

Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows, "Why is my child so popular with the elderly?"

"It depends on who it is. Old people from other families don't like me either."

He gave a low laugh, loosened his tie with one hand, and met his elders. He was in a suit and leather shoes, and had been dressed carefully. He had been stretched out for a day, and it was more difficult than usual to discuss business at the conference table.

Nan Jiao took a careful look at the background behind him, "Where are you?"

Bo Yanqing turned the camera into a rearview mirror, took a look around the room, and then turned the camera out again.

"Look where I am."

"It seems to be the room in the east wing, very close to where grandpa lives."

"It's very close, but my room is the farthest. It's a street away from grandma and Aunt Chan's room." He sighed faintly, "It's like being sent to the frontier."

Nan Jiaojiao was amused. She stuffed a potato chip in her mouth and bit it until it made a snapping sound. The sound was mixed with her heartless smile, "Just be content. It's already a good thing that I didn't let you sleep in the woodshed."

"Correct."

Bo Yanqing took off his coat and raised two pillows. He lay down and raised his phone higher. He glanced at the time on the corner and said, "It's getting late. Go to bed quickly."

"Are you going to sleep?"

Bo Yanqing thought she was concerned, and just as he was about to speak, Nan Jiaojiao suddenly came closer and stared at him, "Don't sleep, you haven't taken a shower yet. Bo Yanqing, you are really becoming more and more lax. You go to bed without taking a shower." You are carving a dark path to becoming a slovenly middle-aged man."

Bo Yanqing couldn't keep up with her strange words, but he heard clearly that she disliked him.

He exhaled a long breath, narrowed his black eyes, and said hoarsely: "Baby, I'll drink some wine, lie down for a while, and I'll go take a shower soon."

Nan Jiaojiao was silent, "Did grandpa get you drunk?"

"I didn't drink it. I just drank two more drinks. I probably haven't had a drink with Yan Chi and the others recently, so my drinking ability has declined."

Nan Jiaojiao doesn't believe it. There are a lot of good wines in Nanzhai. Some of the old wines stored in the cellar have great staying power. Grandpa usually doesn't drink them. He either sends them to Jiang Yu or when there are unpleasant guests. Take it out and serve it. The alcohol content is very high. When the god of wine comes, you will have to lie down after drinking a jar.

It seems that grandpa has worked hard to show off his grandson-in-law.

Nan Jiaojiao felt pity for Bo Yanqing, "Then you go to sleep. Is there water in the room? Ask them to bring you some water, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night."

Bo Yanqing's lips curled up slightly, "I know."

"I'm hanging up."

"Be good," Bo Yanqing called her, "Does Mr. Nan like to be clean?"

"It's a bit of a mysophobia."

"Okay," he clicked on the screen, as if squeezing Nan Jiaojiao's face. There was a hint of drunkenness in his half-closed black eyes. He looked at Nan Jiaojiao for a moment and coaxed in a low voice: "Go to sleep. You have to go to work tomorrow. Wait for me to come back."

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him for a while, then slowly got up from the sofa and went into the bathroom to wash up. He didn't let him hang up until she changed into her nightgown and lay in bed and said good night to him. (End of chapter)