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

Chapter 1823 Quarrel

Mo Tingshen almost subconsciously wanted to hold Bo Yanqing's hand instead, and caressed her hand without any sense as before. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of Chu Yao beside him. His fingers twitched suddenly, shook twice, and forced He pressed his hand against the edge of the bowl.

"Who said it was me who wanted to eat."

Mo Tingshen handed the fruit to Chu Yao, "Xiao Yao, have a taste."

Chu Yao glanced at him without looking at him, but he was given the honor to eat him.

He instantly got excited, "This mango is definitely not as sweet as the one I cut."

"Oh," Chu Yao turned up the sound effects on his phone, and the sound effects of successive kills came out, "So what?"

He immediately answered: "You eat more, I will buy some for you to make a fruit plate later."

Chu Yao leaned against Nan Jiaojiao, "Baby, wait two seconds for me to revive, then jump on my head. You don't need to walk. Remember to refresh the status buff."

Mo Tingshen was asking for trouble, but he was not disappointed at all.

"Aren't you choking after eating so much? Don't you plan to go out to eat?" Bo Yanqing started chasing people away again.

Mo Tingshen was as steady as an old dog, staying here without saying a word, and as if he wanted to make someone angry, he rummaged through the snack cabinet and brought a bunch of food to Chu Yao and Nan Jiao. Be attentive in front of me.

Until Chu Yao said: "It's boring."

He immediately became alert, "What's wrong?"

Chu Yao poked the screen a few times, turned off the phone, raised his hand and touched Nan Jiaojiao's head, "Are you ready for your rest tomorrow?"

Nan Jiaojiao said: "It's adjusted."

"Then don't worry, just take a nap and wake up naturally and then go out for lunch together."

Chu Yao stood up and stretched his waist, "I'm sleepy, go back to sleep."

Nan Jiaojiao stuffed the pillow into her arms and said, "I won't give it away."

"You're too lazy." Chu Yao poked her forehead, put the phone in his pocket, and said goodbye to Bo Yanqing.

As soon as she walked to the entrance, Mo Tingshen followed up and handed the shoes to her feet. He held up his hands weakly, wanting to hold her feet to help put them on, but Chu Yao was very skilled and put them on as soon as he put his feet in. I didn't even give him a chance to get started, so I opened the door and left.

Mo Tingshen was hit by the cold wind that hit him. Without any hesitation, he put on his shoes and chased after him.

In the evening, Nan Jiaojiao took a bath and sat in front of the dressing table to dry her hair. Bo Yanqing finished washing in the second bedroom and reached out to touch her hair. Then he turned off the hair dryer, carried her to the bed, patted her thighs, and she naturally lie down.

He smoothed her hair to one side and turned on the warm air to continue blowing.

"Did Chu Yao and Mo Tingshen have a fight?"

"Have you not watched the news lately?"

Nan Jiaojiao raised her head, blinked, and then stretched her hand across him to get the phone, but Bo Yanqing blocked her and said, "I've been playing for too long, it hurts my eyes."

"I don't play games, I just read gossip."

"No need to look, I'll see you in person tomorrow morning." Bo Yanqing pressed the screen of her phone and put it on the bedside table out of her reach.

Nan Jiaojiao's eyes flashed, "Isn't it good?"

He pinched her nose in a funny way, "Is your cat eating melon next to you?"

Nan Jiao shrank her neck and was about to get off his lap. Bo Yanqing hugged her back and gently combed her hair with his fingers, "Do you want to comb it?"

She raised her head and wiped it, "If I don't want to comb it, it will be the same if I comb it tomorrow morning."

"Then wake me up so that you don't have to comb your hair and it hurts. Then you rush over and hit me."

"How can I..."

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her mouth.