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

Chapter 1432 I can’t do it without you

Nan Jiaojiao put one hand behind her head and slowly rocked the recliner. She held her phone high, half of the picture was of herself, and the scene behind her was also framed.

"I'm in my own little house. Of course I dare to answer your call."

"The persimmon tree next to you is nice," Bo Yanqing's black eyes half-closed, "I stayed in your room during the Chinese New Year and I tasted it. It's quite sweet."

Nan Jiaojiao winced, thinking about that time when she ran away with Ye Hannian, someone pitifully chased her to her parents' house, and was treated as a guest by her grandfather for more than a week, she felt guilty.

He smiled and said, "That's right, Tianba, when the persimmons grow again this year, I will bring you here."

Change the subject, right?

Bo Yanqing gritted his teeth, and the lines on his profile became stiff and clear. He suppressed his breath and smiled: "Okay."

"Did you give grandpa the clothes I bought for him?"

"Given it."

Bo Yanqing asked tentatively: "How? What did grandpa say?"

"Just like that, grandpa was so embarrassed when he found out that you bought it, and even complained that your aesthetics were worse than his."

Bo Yanqing's eyebrows jumped, "Seriously?"

Nan Jiaojiao took a tea fruit and ate it in small bites, covering the slightly raised corners of her mouth. She saw that he really cared about it. Youyou explained to him: "I lied to you. Grandpa put it on and he didn't say it was ugly. But I didn’t say I liked it, but I didn’t take it off until after dinner, and later put it on back in the room.”

Bo Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief and gave her an annoyed look, "You are so naughty, you are just teasing me."

Nan Jiao narrowed her eyes at him, then suddenly came closer to the camera and deliberately lowered her voice and said, "Let me tell you, it won't be long before grandpa will accept you. After all, he loves me."

Bo Yanqing looked at her tenderly.

Including the little arrogance that gradually gathered on her face, "It has to be me, otherwise you won't be able to attack my grandpa."

Who says it can’t be done.

If it hadn't been captured, Bo Yanqing wouldn't have been willing to leave.

The night he went back, Nan Jiaojiao originally wanted to ask, but was distracted. Later, she didn't think about it again, and he didn't mention it either.I really thought that my mission was important and I would say good things when I went back. In fact, Bo Yan had already taken care of Nan Lao early in the morning.

He chuckled softly, "Yes, you are awesome, I can't do it without you."

"right!"

Nan Jiaojiao took two bites of the tea fruit, then picked up the milk tea to drink. After taking the cup away, she let out a sigh.

"You should drink less milk tea at night. It was not easy for you to digest the food you ate just now. Just give it a try."

"You don't care about me!" Nan Jiaojiao glared, "I'm at my grandpa's house, you can't care about it!"

I owe the old man.

Bo Yanqing took time to remind her: "You will be back the day after tomorrow."

"Oh..." She took another sip, put down the milk tea, turned the camera to the sky, and said perfunctorily: "Let's enjoy the moon."

There is nothing to appreciate in the clear moon.

After she finished speaking, she felt that it was quite silly, so she changed her words: "Let's enjoy the persimmon trees."

Bo Yanqing chuckled softly.

The camera of Nan Jiaojiao is very shaky. She is rocking the rocking chair, slowly swaying up and down.

Bo Yanqing walked to the window and sat down. He opened the window and looked at the sky. He was looking at the same sky as her. The video was not hung up. After a while, the camera stopped shaking and slowly lowered it.

She should be asleep.

The mobile phone was placed flat on her stomach, and the camera was facing the sky. In the picture, the branches of persimmon trees and begonia flowers were swaying lightly in the wind.

After watching the video for a while, Bo Yanqing hung up the video and called Uncle Qiu.

(End of this chapter)