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

The next day, Nan Jiaojiao just got up, and the smell of porridge came in from the ajar bedroom door. She grabbed a piece of clothing, gathered it around her body, and walked out.

Bo Yanqing was in the kitchen. He was not wearing an apron. He was wearing a black shirt and long straight legs. He had one hand on his hip, and his waist was outlined by the shirt in a smooth curve. He was holding a spoon in the other hand and stirring in the pot.

Nan Jiaojiao hugged him from behind, her face pressed against his back.

"woke up?"

She responded with a buzzing "Hmm."

Bo Yanqing reached back to explore her. As soon as he touched her legs, he suddenly turned around and saw her bare feet. He was immediately annoyed and picked her up and went to the bedroom. He picked up the slippers and put them on her, "Go wash up. I I also bought the shrimp porridge and the xiaolongbao you like to eat. Wake up and come out to eat again. I'll wait for you."

Nan Jiaojiao yawned, "I got up too early, I'm so sleepy."

Bo Yanqing pinched her ankle and said, "Shall I ask for a leave for you?"

"No," Nan Jiaojiao shook her head, "A woman still has to have her own career!"

Bo Yanqing was amused and patted her, "Hurry up and wash it, you are getting poorer day by day."

Nan Jiaojiao snorted and went into the bathroom. When she came out, Bo Yanqing had already taken out the clothes she was going to wear today and put them on the bed. After she changed them, she went out. He just scooped out the porridge and looked up at her. ,"Come."

Nan Jiaojiao pulled up a chair and sat down, and Bo Yanqing put a bun into her bowl.

"Wen Ya was called to the old house by grandma last night and knelt outside the ancestral hall all night."

Nan Jiaojiao's eyelids twitched, "Isn't grandma hitting your grandpa in the face?"

Wen Ya is a concubine who is used to being attached to Mr. Bo. With her soft knife, she has done a lot of things for him. Everything she does is under Mr. Bo's instructions. If not for this, how could Wen Ya have arrived in Rongcheng? Instead of going to see Old Mrs. Bo first, he ran to Nan Jiaojiao and beat her.

Isn't it just arrogance based on favor?

"He didn't dare to come himself. He asked Wen Ya to come over. He should have known that grandma is not easy to mess with." Bo Yanqing said.

Nan Jiaojiao was silent, "They are attacking me, do I still have to step forward?"

"No, she doesn't dare to come again." Nan Jiaojiao didn't want to have too much interaction with Wen Ya. She just heard about it. Besides, Bo Yanqing was determined to marry her, and he was firm, so Nan Jiaojiao was not afraid of anything.

After breakfast, Bo Yanqing sent Nan Jiaojiao to the set, and he drove away.

old house.

When Mrs. Bo woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

She washed slowly, ate, and walked around the garden with a cane.

Wu Ma no longer needed to support her all the time, but she kept holding her hands up, just in case the old lady didn't step firmly on one step.

"The old lady's legs and feet are getting better and better. She should be able to use the crutches soon. The miraculous doctor is indeed a miraculous doctor. He has restored you to this level so quickly."

The old lady didn't have much joy on her face, "It's good to be able to walk. I don't expect anything else. It's just that this leg will still be lame until I die."

"Take your time, it will be fine."

Wu Ma helped the old lady up the steps.

He said softly: "That person is still kneeling outside the ancestral hall."

The old lady hummed, "Go and bring someone here."

Wu Ma responded and arranged for the two of them to go to the ancestral hall.

Wen Ya was helped in. Her legs were trembling.

The old lady took a look and said coldly: "Is she disabled or lame? Do you need to hold her up like this?"

The two servants let go at the same time, and Wen Ya fell heavily to the ground.