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

Bo Yanling hugged her with one hand, and quickly groped for the switch on the wall with the other hand. The warm orange light of the headlight fell down, and Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously squinted her eyes and hid in his arms.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Just hug."

"Something happened to Li Jian. Yan Chi needs to go there in person. I arranged for him to leave, which took some time." Bo Yanqing pressed the tip of his nose against her neck, rubbed the hair in her neck, and whispered: "What's wrong with you?" Is it so sticky?"

Nan Jiaojiao came out of his arms and looked at him angrily, "Can't I sleep without you?"

"Row!"

He laughed softly and sniffed her breath, "Have you taken a shower?"

"Ah."

"Then come down. There's dust on me, so don't get dirty."

Nan Jiaojiao didn't listen to him, and Bo Yanqing had no choice but to say, "Wait for me to take a bath, soon."

She was willing to get off him, but Bo Yanqing touched her ankle. It was so cold that he couldn't bear to let go. He carried her to the sofa and covered her legs with a thin blanket before going into the bathroom to take a shower.

He came out quickly and made a cup of hot milk. He walked behind Nan Jiaojiao and put his arm around her waist. When he sat down, he held her on his lap and put the milk into her hand. , took her mobile phone and looked at it.

"Why is this kid still playing?"

Nan Jiaojiao's eyelids twitched, "As soon as he came up, I just took him to beat him once, and then he went to sleep."

Bo Yanqing glanced at her and opened the microphone directly: "Bo Qingshan."

Over there, Bo Qingshan shook his hand and flashed into the enemy. He used all his skills to attack him, and the two swords struck him dead. His lips began to tremble and he quickly begged for mercy: "Uncle, this is what I want to do. They are all lying on the bed, I will go to bed later."

Bo Yanqing: "Go to bed now and quit the game!"

"no!"

"no!"

Two voices sounded simultaneously inside and outside the phone.

Nan Jiaojiao clasped Bo Yanqing's wrist with a pitiful expression. He found it funny and joked: "Is it the promotion match again?"

She almost made up a lie when Bo Qingshan suddenly shouted: "I can only fight to death! I can't hang up! I'm disrespecting my teammates by quitting the game now!"

Bo Yanqing said "ha" in a cold voice: "Okay, I will go back to my old house this week and bring you two sets of math problem books."

Bo Qingshan decisively turned off the mic, but he still couldn't bear to quit the game, so he forced himself to finish the game. As soon as the interface ended, he quickly logged off.

Bo Yanqing took out her mobile phone and asked Nan Jiaojiao: "Shall I play with you?"

"No, I want to sleep," Nan Jiaojiao nestled in his arms and gave him the half-drunk milk, "I can't drink any more."

Bo Yanqing took it and drank it in one breath.

He lifted her up horizontally, and Nan Jiaojiao skillfully moved her to a comfortable position in his arms. She put her hands around his neck and clasped her fingers lightly.

"Are you going to the mall tomorrow? Mo Tingshen is getting married next week. What wedding gift should I buy for him?"

This topic was not a pleasant one for Nan Jiaojiao. She was not very interested, "No, you can't buy it in the mall as a gift for his wedding. I don't want to give it to him and I'm too lazy to shop."

Bo Yanqing put her on the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down in it. Nan Jiaojiao leaned over. He turned slightly to the side, pushed aside her hair that was scattered on his chest, and gently kneaded the back of her neck with his fingers. She said softly: "Are you still angry?"

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him and said, "Why should I be angry? He is not mine. It's just that Chu Yao doesn't want to see him. I have to avoid any suspicion."