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

Chapter 1464: Not worth it
Bo Yan glanced at him and said, "I didn't reveal her identity, and I didn't want to treat her."

Who doesn't want to?
He probably didn't want to, but it was definitely Bo Yanqing's intention to conceal Nan Jiaojiao's identity as a disciple of the Medicine God.

After all, Nan Jiaojiao's situation will become difficult if she is entangled with that family.

"It's okay not to reveal it. Jiaojiao is innocent by nature. It's not easy to live a quiet life. Besides, your old man has been guarded by several doctors. After so many years, the root cause of the disease has not been found. I'm also curious. How long will it take? I'm going to the capital tomorrow to help you inquire about it?"

Bo Yanqing looked at him funny and said, "Let's go to the capital. Who are we meeting?"

Yan Chi suddenly choked. He didn't have time to take out a tissue, so he wiped away the spurted red wine with his hand. Before his coughing could subside, he said anxiously: "Meet my grandpa, who else can I meet?"

Bo Yanqing smiled: "Brother, you are becoming more and more dishonest."

"...Can you please stop following Mo Fox's example? I find it particularly disgusting when you call me brother."

Bo Yanqing: "Please change the subject."

Yan Chi: "..."

……

Mo Tingshen sent Qiaoman back to Qiao's house, and she asked him to go in and sit down. He said that it would be inconvenient to go in and disturb her parents at this time, so he would wait for another day.

Qiaoman's face looked a little ugly.

How long has it been since I changed my date?

He is really nice, and he treats her with dignity in front of and behind her. Now the whole Rongcheng knows about their marriage. Some good-looking media rushed out several times when they were dating, giving blessings and asking questions that made people uncomfortable. If so, she didn't know how to deal with it, and was a little afraid of facing the camera. Every time, he held her hand and dismissed the reporters calmly. Later, when she looked through the news, there were no tricky topics, only blessings.

He would send her home every time. Even if it was not late, he would always refuse like this, as if the door was an intimate dividing line between them, and it would be difficult to get closer.

Qiaoman was really happy, but this kind of happiness was like a mirror in the water. She didn't even dare to disturb the water surface, for fear that if she moved even slightly, Mo Tingshen would be just a reflection on the water surface and might disappear at any time.

She smiled forcefully, "Okay then, drive carefully and don't drink too much with Brother Yan and the others. It will hurt your stomach."

Mo Tingshen nodded slightly: "Okay."

Qiaoman stood outside the car window. She put her hands in front of her, bent down slightly, lowered her clothes, and said softly: "Can I make porridge for you tomorrow morning?"

Mo Tingshen put his arm on the window edge and tapped with his fingertips. He lowered the window completely to listen to her. He always had a slight smile on his face, but the way he looked at her was a little unreal in the backlight. .

"No, you have a good rest. It's not worth getting up so early for a mouthful of porridge."

"worth it……"

It was made for him to eat, how could it not be worth it?

"Manman," Mo Tingshen was still smiling, he interrupted her, "Bo Laosan and I don't know when we will leave. It will probably be late tomorrow. You don't have to come to the company to wait for me. Have a good rest. I'll Come pick you up for dinner.”

Qiaoman suddenly smiled. She endured the throbbing in her heart and took a step back. "Okay, I listen to you. Then drive carefully."

"Ah."

Mo Tingshen drove the car away slowly, and when Qiaoman became smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, he lowered the window.

The narrow car gradually turned into a dark and cramped space. The beams from the headlights couldn't illuminate a few rays, and it was impossible to see the expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)