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

I went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of hot water and wiped her face and feet. She was in the mood tonight and drank a few drinks, mainly because of Lu Zhenzhen’s desperate drinking method. No one could stop her. Nan Jiaojiao was forced to She had no choice but to grab a few drinks. With her small capacity for drinking, she fainted when the wind blew.

It's not the right time to move her. Anyway, tomorrow morning, the first thing she will do after waking up is take a shower.

Bo Yanqing didn't dare not wash her. After serving his little ancestor, he went to the bathroom and took a bath before going to bed and sleeping with her in his arms.

As for Mo Tingshen, no one called him a chauffeur. He was in a bad mood tonight. They were afraid that the chauffeur would be in danger, so in the middle of the night, they dug their estranged assistant Lin Shu out of bed and came to pick him up.

The road ahead was built, and two roads were blocked, leaving only one road for passage. It was neither too early nor too late at this point. People working the night shift gathered together, and the front was blocked. Lin Shu saw it from afar, so he turned around at the fork in the road and took another detour. road.

The wheels of the car ran over two speed bumps, jolting Mo Tingshen awake. He moved his body and glanced outside in a daze.

"Where?"

Lin Shu explained to him the reason for the long detour. He caught a glimpse of a familiar sign on the side of the road and muttered, "It seems that there is a famous nearby. Why did you come around here?"

Mo Ting's deep eyelids were slightly startled, he raised his head and looked out the window, and suddenly said: "Go away to fame."

"Ah?" Lin Shu said, "Well, if you disturb Mr. Bo at this time, he will kill you."

Mo Tingshen chuckled: "Who wants to go to his house?"

"Then you—"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lin Shu suddenly realized that Chu Yao's home was downstairs.

What a mistake, he actually forgot about it.

The car parked in the garage, Lin Shu unlocked it, turned around and asked, "Are you here to pick you up tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"I got it. I'll bring the stylist and the clothes. I'll drive the car away for you. Come back in the morning."

"open it."

Mo Tingshen pushed the door open and got out of the car. Lin Shu followed suit and walked a few steps with him, "Would you like me to help you up?"

"I'm not so drunk that I can't even walk. Come back to you and get some rest early."

Lin Shu was so moved that he burst into tears. He had been sleeping well, but he was pulled out to blow the cold wind. He would not be able to bear the kindness of his boss if he didn't stay up tonight.

Chu Yao's password has not changed, but there is no pair of men's slippers in the shoe cabinet.

Mo Tingshen took off his shoes and went in barefoot. He only turned on a heating lamp in the living room, walked straight to the door of the master bedroom, lit a cigarette, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

I didn't turn on the light after I came out, so I opened the quilt and lay down in it.

The wine got to my head and I soon fell asleep.

In a daze, he felt a hand groping randomly on his body. At first, Mo Ting thought it was because he was extremely drunk and his body was itching. But when he turned over, the hand actually wrapped around his waist, and his nails pinched the back of his waist. The soft meat was picked up and put down again.

Mo Tingshen woke up instantly. He opened his eyes suddenly, pulled the person out from under the quilt, quickly pinched his neck and pressed him into the pillow.

The man snorted.

He looked stunned and turned on the bedside lamp.

"Small waist?"

Chu Yao clutched his neck, forcing tears from the corners of his eyes. He looked at him with trembling lips, "Brother, it hurts."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you. It hurts somewhere. Show me."

Mo Tingshen immediately panicked and carefully took away her hand. Afraid that he could not see clearly, he adjusted the light brighter and pierced Chu Yao's eyes. She squinted her eyes, tilted her head and cursed.

There are no marks on the neck at all. (End of chapter)