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

Nan Jiaojiao said coquettishly, "It's still a little bit awkward, I haven't gotten used to it."

"Then I'll keep it tight next time."

It wasn't once or twice that he didn't dislike Yan Chi and the others in front of her and behind her back.

Bo Yanqing took the box of pistachios, peeled them apart one by one, and circled them in his hand. When he had picked up six or seven nuts, he took Nan Jiaojiao's hand and put them into her palm.

Nan Jiaojiao ate one herself first, then fed him one. Suddenly she remembered and asked, "Have you eaten it?"

"Not yet. When you were abducted by them, I was in the company. I hurriedly processed what I had on hand and came over. I didn't bother to eat."

Nan Jiaojiao felt distressed all of a sudden, "Then order something to eat. I'll eat with you."

Bo Yanqing looked sideways at her and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry again?"

"No, I just ate two small cakes. I will take a few bites with you."

"Then there's no need to order a meal. I'll let them cook a bowl of noodles. What kind of noodles do you want?"

"Beef."

"Row."

Bo Yanqing called the manager, and soon the manager personally delivered a bowl of handmade ramen.

Before Bo Yanqing had time to get up, the manager bent over and came over with a tray and put the bowl on the coffee table. Bo Yanqing didn't move. He said a few polite greetings, which was enough for the manager to be flattered. He greeted everyone respectfully and politely, and then He took the tray and exited.

Only then did Bo Yanqing pick up the noodle bowl and lead Nan Jiaojiao to the dining table to eat.

He picked one, blew it to cool down and fed it to Nan Jiaojiao.

It's not thin noodles, but pulled noodles similar to biangbiang noodles. It's very wide. The weight of one stick is equivalent to a bowl of ordinary thin noodles. Nan Jiaojiao was full after eating half a stick, and her mouth was full. Yes, he gently pushed Bo Yanqing's hand. He knew she didn't want to eat, so he moved the bowl back and ate the remaining noodles.

Yan Chi and the others didn't come over to make any noise, and they consciously didn't disturb the young couple.

Mo Tingshen answered the phone and walked to the door while talking. He happened to pass by the restaurant and Nan Jiaojiao vaguely heard him say: "We're at the door, right? Just stand there and don't move. I'll come down to pick you up soon." "

He spoke in a slow tone, perhaps because of his age. He was always in a calm mood, and he acted like he was coaxing a child when he spoke to anyone.

Nan Jiaojiao had seen how Mo Tingshen coaxed Chu Yao many times, but now he was slowly transferring Chu Yao's treatment to another person.

I can't say it, I feel a little stuffed.

When Mo Tingshen came back, he brought back Qiaoman. Just like before, Qiaoman brought cakes made by himself and shared them with everyone, including Nan Jiaojiao.

She accepted it without giving Qiaoman a look.

Bo Yanqing obviously noticed that she was not very good, "What's wrong?"

She raised her eyes slightly.

Bo Yanqing glanced sideways in Mo Tingshen's direction, then looked away silently, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

"It's not okay," Nan Jiaojiao pulled him, alluding to Qiaoman in her words, "I just got here."

"Whoever comes here has nothing to do with us. Whoever brought it will take care of it. I will only take care of you."

He pulled Nan Jiaojiao up, put the pastries given by Qiaoman on the table, opened the box, took out a piece, wrapped it in a tissue and put it in his pocket. The box was left open.

Nan Jiaojiao didn't understand what he meant, so he pulled her towards the crowd.

"I'm leaving now. I'm going out to eat. I won't be back for a while."

Mo Tingshen turned around and smiled: "Just wait until you finish eating and have a drink together. You can do it. When you are full, you will run away with the others. You didn't even touch a sip of wine. Will we let you leave easily?"