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

The buttons of Mo Tingshen's pajamas opened inexplicably.

Early the next morning, Bo Yanqing and Nan Jiaojiao knocked on the door.

After knocking for a long time, Mo Tingshen came to open the door. He was not wearing a shirt, so he was wearing a pair of pajamas. He was leaning on the shoe cabinet with his arms folded, his eyes bleary.

Bo Yanqing's expression immediately changed and he pulled Nan Jiaojiao behind him.

He scolded: "Why are you showing off so early in the morning? Go back and put your clothes back on!"

Mo Ting was deeply dissatisfied, "You disturb your dreams so early in the morning, Bo Laosan, you are getting more and more out of bounds."

"Are you wearing it or not?"

Mo Ting took a long and slow glance at the head that was being protected by someone behind him. He shrugged it off. He wanted to read gossip but didn't want to get a needle's eye, but he didn't raise his head and glanced over here.

After all, he wanted to save face, "Change."

Mo Tingshen opened the door wide, turned back to the master bedroom, closed the door, and didn't even dare to knock on the lock loudly, for fear of waking Chu Yao up.

Nan Jiaojiao took out her slippers to change.

He didn't have Bo Yanqing's shoes, so he brought them himself and had a pair on his feet.

A few minutes later, Mo Tingshen came out. Nan Jiaojiao put her hands behind her back and shouted obediently: "Good morning, brother Tingshen."

"Good morning, Jiaojiao," Mo Ting smoothed his sleeves and untied the cufflinks. He rolled them up a few times at night and then pushed them up, "I'm going to make breakfast. What do you want to eat?"

"Noodle."

"I'll make a marinade, but the noodles are only dry noodles. Do you want to eat them?"

Nan Jiaojiao smiled and said, "Eat."

"The bowl of noodles you came to my house before and thought was delicious. I later learned from the chef and made it once or twice. You try it and see if it tastes good. My brother will often make it for you in the future."

Just as Nan Jiaojiao was about to speak, she was pulled behind by Bo Yanqing. She didn't know why, and when she raised her head, she caught a glimpse of his gloomy expression.

"What are you talking about? Is it appropriate for you to say that?"

Mo Ting's skin was thicker than the city wall, "What's wrong? I'm nice to my sister, and you're jealous too." Bo Yanqing sneered: "How many sisters are you so nice to?"

Mo Ting's expression darkened, and he subconsciously glanced at the master bedroom, "Will you die if you keep your voice down?"

"Can you die as a human being?"

Mo Tingshen didn't want to argue with him. He couldn't argue with him. He pushed his sleeves up again and the cat went into the kitchen.

Bo Yanqing turned around and said to Nan Jiaojiao: "Don't talk to him anymore, so as not to learn bad things."

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips and smiled, "He shouldn't be able to lead me badly."

Bo Yanqing's eyelids twitched and he coughed slightly. He bent down slightly and said, "Have you awakened this morning? You can talk to me about love."

"No, I'm talking to you normally, and I'll interpret whatever you think."

She switched to a serious face in a second, causing Bo Yanqing to choke.

The noodles were ready soon. Mo Tingshen went to wake Chu Yao up. After waiting for a long time, he came out first, poured the marinade on the noodles, and mixed it well. Chu Yao came out just in time.

She wandered around and pinched Nan Jiaojiao's face as she passed by.

"How long have you been here?"

"half an hour."

Chu Yao sat down. She gave her bowl to Nan Jiaojiao and put Nan Jiaojiao's bowl in front of her before she had time to mix it.

After breakfast, they took Bo Yanqing's car to take them to the wedding salon.

When Nan Jiaojiao tried on the wedding dress, Bo Yanqing had already seen it. Today he came to try on the waist dress. He didn't go in, and he didn't give Mo Tingshen a chance to go in. The passenger door was welded shut.

After driving two streets, he found a place to stop and kicked Mo Tingshen out of the car.

The magic operation made Mo Tingshen laugh angrily. He had never seen such a narrow-minded man before.

Why don't you just be a little gentle when you talk to Jiaojiao? A bowl of noodles can't calm someone down, so you can just deal with him here. (End of chapter)