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

He raised his eyes lightly and glanced pointedly at the clothes rack, "Go put it on and let me take a look."

Nan Jiaojiao quickly covered her stomach, "I'm full, I can't digest it, I feel a little uncomfortable."

Bo Yanqing didn't like her, so he picked her up and walked inside, "I can help you change it."

"I have a small belly and it doesn't look good on me."

"Rub it and it'll be gone."

Nan Jiaojiao grabbed his collar, her little face half hidden under the collar of the man's shirt. She picked at the button and pressed it against her face. She glanced up shyly, "It's so shameful. Why do you have to do this?" Let me wear it?"

Bo Yanqing threw her up and hugged her deeper. He bent down and touched her forehead lightly, "Because you are so beautiful, I don't want to miss every side of you."

Nan Jiaojiao's face became even hotter, and she jumped out of his arms, "I can wear it, but you are not allowed to record it."

Bo Yanqing's eyebrows slightly arched, "Okay."

Nan Jiaojiao took off her cheongsam and quickly got into the cloakroom.

The clothes were not difficult to put on, the zipper was on the side, and it flattened out with a little stretch on her belly. She was too embarrassed to stand in front of the mirror, and rested her head against the door for a long time before she plucked up the courage to open the door and go out.

The lights in the bedroom were dimmed and soothing music was playing. Bo Yanqing stood in front of the window, fiddling with the red wine in the decanter. The outer gauze curtains gently brushed against his slender fingers. The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Even the moonlight was particularly fond of him. The shadow under his feet stretched out and covered the carpet, as handsome and sparse as him.

Nan Jiaojiao was smitten at a glance, and her beauty instantly overwhelmed her. She passed by without waiting for him to call.

Bo Yanqing looked like he had eyes on the back of his head. He waited until Nan Jiaojiao came behind him before turning around. He took her hand and gently pulled her into his arms. He put his arm around her waist and put her hand on her shoulder. .

"Can you dance?"

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the record player, "Where did you find this?"

"You have always kept it in the study, in the drawer on the far left of the wardrobe. I found it yesterday when I was looking for a book. It still works, so I'll give it a try." Nan Jiaojiao remembered that it was from someone Chu Yaopai. I asked the director to buy the play after it was completed. After being curious about it for a while, I lost interest and gave it to Nan Jiaojiao.

She was not a romantic person in the first place, and she thought it took up a lot of space, so she never used it.

"The sound is pretty nice."

"Ah."

Bo Yanqing led her through the dance steps slowly, "Don't be nervous, just follow me and I'll teach you."

Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously raised her head and chest, trying to match his height, but Bo Yanqing was getting lower and lower, and her waist went from straight at the beginning to slightly arched. Nan Jiaojiao was still looking for a position, and his chin was Too much on her shoulders.

As I dance, the dance changes.

Finally, in a daze, Nan Jiaojiao grabbed a pillow and tried to hide in the bed, but he took the pillow away and asked in a low voice: "How to untie it?"

Nan Jiaojiao was so happy that she deliberately made him anxious. When she was about to be bitten, she surrendered.

The cell phone rang suddenly. Nan Jiaojiao was startled and leaned into his arms. As soon as her hand was groping for the bedside, he grabbed her hand and caught her back.

"Ignore it!"

Nan Jiaojiao stared at the dusty ceiling, "What if it's a matter of work?"

"Why do I need to contact you in the middle of the night for work?"

Bo Yanqing grabbed the phone and pressed silent, threw it into the carpet, and pulled the quilt to cover the two of them. (End of chapter)