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

Chapter 1866 You are an outsider in this family

The next morning.

As soon as Nan Jiaojiao got up, she received a call from Chu Yao, "Hurry up, Mo Tingshen is cooking and making noodles. You and Bo Yanqing can come down and eat together."

Nan Jiaojiao rubbed her eyes, but her hand was grabbed before she even exerted any force. Bo Yanqing was next to her. He came over to wipe her with a tissue, looked into her eyes, and then motioned for her to continue answering the phone.

"Are you downstairs?"

"Here, sister finished eating the noodles and left. There is yogurt and small cakes in the refrigerator. You can take them all in a moment."

Nan Jiaojiao woke up instantly from her drowsiness.

She hung up the phone and kissed Bo Yanqing with a smile, "Let's go get some food."

Bo Yanqing deliberately stepped aside, and Nan Jiaojiao suddenly sat up. At that angle, if he hadn't stepped out of the way earlier, her chin would have been hit. But she stood up too hard, and her vision went dark for a second, then she lay back in his arms.

Bo Yanqing was so happy, "I can't remember it no matter how many times I say it."

Nan Jiaojiao pinched the flesh of his waist and twisted it.

The two of them went downstairs, and it was Mo Tingshen who opened the door, "Jiaojiao, morning."

He only said hello to Nan Jiaojiao, and only brought one pair of shoes. Then he looked at someone with a begging look, "You didn't bring any shoes? Then step in with bare feet, I won't give you any shoes." ”

Bo Yanqing stepped in the door, wearing a pair of slippers on his feet. He choked out angrily: "You only have one pair, no one will snatch it from you. Unlike my Jiaojiao family, the slippers they bought for me can fit into two rows in the shoe cabinet."

Mo Ting snorted deeply, "What are you showing off for!"

"Who are you being so arrogant with this morning? Haven't you looked in the mirror? You look like you've been drained of your essence and blood."

Nan Jiaojiao walked around from behind the two quarreling men and ran to the kitchen, where she saw Chu Yao cooking in an apron. She held on to the doorframe and refused to go in, "Let's first decide who made the noodles. I won't eat a bite of what you made."

"Mo Tingshen did it." Chu Yao was in a good mood, and it was rare for him to stab someone without opening his mouth.

Nan Jiaojiao asked again: "Then what are you doing in there? Are you someone who can enter the kitchen?"

"I'll get some fat beef. He'll come in later and pour some hot soup over it. It'll be delicious. Do you want it?"

"Yes, yes."

Nan Jiaojiao was hooked in just a few words. The two people, who couldn't cook, were leaning against each other in the kitchen, like children playing house.

In the living room, Bo Yanqing looked at Mo Tingshen sarcastically, and accurately noticed a few drops of oil on someone's shirt, "Oh, there is only one apron. You are an outsider in this family, and you will be kicked out sooner or later."

"Before you guys came here, I was always wearing an apron, okay? I felt sorry for my little waist that was damaged by oil, so I gave it to her!"

Mo Tingshen's sophistry sounded particularly pitiful to Bo Yanqing, "Oh, one piece."

This dog knows how to piss people off!
Mo Tingshen was so open-mouthed that he couldn't choke Bo Yanqing every time, but this was Chu Yao's home, so it was him who was the one who had to eat soft food, and he was more or less the master. He felt that it was necessary to act like a master. Come.

So out of the corner of his eyes, he squeezed out a sentence: "You can eat, you can't..."

Before he could say the word "Go away", Bo Yanqing raised his voice and shouted: "Jiaojiao."

Mo Ting's eyelids twitched and he quickly stopped him, "What are you going to do? What are you yelling about!"

At this time, Nan Jiaojiao came out, with a curious face like a baby, "You call me?"

Bo Yanqing lowered his voice: "Didn't you tell us to get out?"