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

Bo Yanqing put the other end of the chopsticks against his chin, "That was just now. You ate too much. What should you do if you get angry in the middle of the night?"

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips. She was not stingy. She blamed the food he cooked for being so delicious that she couldn't help but eat too much.

Bo Yan finished eating early in the morning. The white rice in his bowl was empty. There were a few oil marks on the bottom of the bowl. He had been picking up the food for Nan Jiaojiao. He stopped when he thought the amount was almost enough and stopped her. After eating more, there was still a mouthful of rice in her bowl, so Bo Yanqing put all the dishes and chopsticks in and washed them.

Nan Jiaojiao was stunned. She touched her belly and found that it was a little round. The anger that was diluting Yan Qing's body was instantly soothed by the fat.

She went back to the living room to eat fruit. Not long after, Bo Yanqing came over, sat down on the sofa behind him, picked her up from the ground, and sat next to him.

"Why don't you watch this, Crayon Shin-chan's movie."

Bo Yanqing has no interest in cartoons, but he doesn't like watching movies either. "It's up to you."

"This is so funny. The Mandarin version I chose can be understood even with your eyes closed."

Nan Jiaojiao leaned into his arms. Slowly, most of her body was nestled into his heart. Then she slowly started to go too far. She took his hand and put it on his stomach. She patted the back of his hand and signaled him to help. Knead it.

Bo Yanqing didn't say a word, but it was too ambiguous to put his hands into the clothes. His mind was not pure and he couldn't resist. He suddenly picked her up and pressed her into the sofa.

Nan Jiaojiao choked back her laughter, covered her mouth and coughed several times. Bo Yanqing grabbed her hands above her head and whispered: "Why didn't I know you could dance?"

Nan Jiaojiao felt guilty, thinking that she didn't know that he usually had such a good time, it would be better if she knew.

Her thoughts were not very pure, and she thought of some shy dances in the boudoir.

Nan Jiaojiao looked away, "You didn't ask me, didn't you? It's not anything special, I know a little bit, really."

Bo Yanqing pinched her chin and asked her to turn her head. His voice became softer and softer, full of danger, "If you don't dance for me first, go out and dance for others. There were so many pairs of men's eyes on the set." You, you don’t feel anything at all?” Nan Jiaojiao blinked, “What should I feel?”

Bo Yanqing gritted his teeth and hissed: "I'm so fucking jealous, can't you feel it?"

Nan Jiaojiao shrank, "I make money. I danced once and earned three thousand yuan."

Bo Yanqing sneered repeatedly, "Can't I afford to support you? It's only a few dollars."

"How can this be the same? The money I earn by myself is the same as the money I get from being kept by you!"

Bo Yanqing's eyelids twitched. It was very good, and he would secretly change the concept with him.

He said directly: "Go and buy the outfit you danced with today, wear it for me to see, and dance again, just for me to see."

Nan Jiaojiao hesitated and said, "Mr. Bo, are you okay with this?"

Bo Yanqing was offended by her name and pinched her waist, "Do you want to buy it or not?"

Nan Jiaojiao's eyes wandered, "Those are the character's clothes. The movie is still being filmed. It's not appropriate to buy them at this time, and they may not be willing to sell them."

"Don't fool me. You are in charge of all the crew's clothes. I don't believe there is no spare of the same set."

How does he even know this?

Nan Jiaojiao couldn't afford to lose face, so she racked her brains to think of excuses, but her expression was too difficult to hide. Bo Yanqing blocked her escape with just one sentence, "It's okay if you don't call, I'll contact you." ." (End of chapter)