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

Han Qi immediately thought of the car he saw last time in Minglun.

Later, the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. It was obvious that the people in the car were deliberately following Nan Jiaojiao, and they were too afraid to show up. He, an outsider, felt that the other party was evil, so he immediately asked Qi Heng to investigate. The results of the investigation It was a car with an out-of-town license plate. It left Rongcheng that night. The owner was a wealthy businessman from out of town.

Han Qi wished he could tell the truth about his ancestors for eight generations. He didn't stop until he found out that the wealthy businessman and Nan Jiaojiao were incompatible with each other.

Maybe they were just passing by and happened to stop there because they were unfamiliar with the place.

He forgot about it after that, but this time there was a car following Nan Jiaojiao, so it was no coincidence.

He immediately contacted Qi Heng and asked Qi Heng to investigate. His own people were not idle either, casting the net across Rongcheng.

Han Qi was even annoyed that he had to leave today. He deserved to be so anxious in the hotel. He found Bo Yanqing's number and planned to call her and give her a scolding. The man snatched the little fairy away and even protected her. He has no abilities at all. He has been followed twice, and the pig has reacted to become vigilant.

But the moment he dialed the number, Han Qi pressed it again.

Then I thought, if Bo Yanqing made too many mistakes and made Nan Jiaojiao hate him, wouldn't that be the opportunity for him to take advantage of the situation?

Why would he be a good person and sell information to Bo Yanqing?

Who the hell isn’t a scheming green tea guy!

Soon, the identity of the other party was found out. In fact, it was not difficult to check. From the license plate, it was traced to the capital.

It's that one.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Bo Yanqing sent Nan Jiaojiao to the set.

There was no milk tea to drink today. As soon as Nan Jiaojiao arrived, she heard Ye Linlin and a few colleagues chatting while they were busy.

After a busy morning, Nan Jiaojiao was really craving for milk tea after the lunch break, so she asked Producer Zhou about the arrangements for the afternoon scene. She happened to be without her for the previous scene, so she said hello to Producer Zhou and slipped away. Went out to buy milk tea.

Most of the milk tea shops in the film and television city are opened by celebrities. Not to mention how the taste is compared to franchise stores, the environment is the best.

Nan Jiaojiao chose a seat by the small window on the second floor and casually flipped through the comics on the table. Someone sat down opposite her, but Nan Jiaojiao didn't say anything. After all, she didn't reserve the seat alone, anyone could sit. The man didn't speak and was quiet. It wasn't until the waiter brought a cup of coffee that Nan Jiaojiao heard the woman's gentle voice: "Thank you."

Nan Jiaojiao's eyes narrowed.

She recognized the voice.

It's gentle.

The concubine whom Mr. Bo has loved for decades.

When Nan Jiaojiao raised her head, Wen Ya met her gaze and smiled warmly, "Jiaojiao, long time no see."

Nan Jiaojiao turned a page of the comic in her hand.

The store was ingenious, and the sofa seat was designed like a swing. Nan Jiaojiao was leaning on the double sofa, with two pillows under her arms, her legs crossed, and her body tilted to one side. Her slightly raised eyebrows were calm and calm, not even a little bit frightened. Strange.

He said quietly: "Hello."

You, not you.

The corners of Wen Ya's lips became lighter, "I came here specifically to find you."

"Yeah," Nan Jiaojiao responded softly.

Wen Ya can appear here only because of that person's intention.

Otherwise, how could she, a concubine who occupies a magpie's nest, dare to appear in the main wife's territory without restraint?

Nan Jiaojiao did not show any respect for her elders. Her reclining posture did not change, she just closed the comic book in her hand.

He whispered: "Do you have a problem with me?"