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

Chapter 1917 I don’t even have to pick words when I curse.

He used "again" several times in a row, which made Nan Jiaojiao feel insulted.

"Master is getting old and has bad teeth. Just keep one box. Aunt Zhan said, give me two boxes. One box is specially selected for my favorite food. It is mine. I can eat it if I want. It will spoil if kept for a long time. , it’s a pity.”

Bo Yanqing lowered his head and glanced at her with a smile, "What snacks have a chance of spoiling under your nose?"

Nan Jiaojiao's face twitched, her eyes twitched, and she glared at him fiercely, "You don't even have to pick a word to curse people now, do you? You're hurting people!"

"Really? Didn't you choose?"

Bo Yanqing answered her words perfunctorily, opened the passenger door and carried her in, then put the snacks in the trunk, far away from her, so that she had no chance to steal them.

I told Mr. Jiang in advance that the back door of Wuyuan was ajar, leaving the door open for them. As soon as the car lights shone on the door, the door was opened from the inside.

Aunt Mou held a lantern, looked outside, then smiled and opened the door wider to make it easier for the car to drive in.

"Aunt Mou, aren't you asleep yet?"

The car stopped and Nan Jiaojiao got out of the car.

Aunt Mou was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she took a coat, but when she saw that Nan Jiaojiao was wearing a man's suit, she didn't pick up the coat on her arms. Her kind and smiling face was reflected in the dim orange light of the lantern. The fine lines at the corners of the eyebrows and eyes look kind and soft.

"I knew you were coming, so I waited specially for you. Besides, my family didn't go to bed that early."

Nan Jiaojiao felt sorry and said, "You left the door open for us. How hard it is. It's a long way to get here. Let's get in the car and go back together."

"It's okay. I'm taking a stroll. I'm not just here to greet you. I'm here to take a look at the flowers in the backyard. I just removed a few pots of orchids from the flower room today. I'm thinking about it and always want to come and have a look." "Is there anyone with you? ?”

Aunt Mou pointed out that there were servants around, and the gardener was still pruning the flower branches. "Aren't these all people? I will be back with a few little girls later. You guys go in quickly, Mr. Jiang." I haven’t even eaten a few bites of my late night snack, waiting for you to come back.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn't force herself and got back into the car after chatting for a while.

Aunt Mou bent over and looked inside, and Bo Yanqing happened to also cast her gaze. The two nodded and greeted each other. Then Aunt Mou got out of the way. When the car drove in, she subconsciously raised a lantern to shine on the car. direction to go.

I always want to give some more light.

When the car is parked in the garage, it still has to be walked some distance.

The garage is a specially designed road, and Mrs. Jiang's yard is planted with either flowers or herbs. She doesn't want her treasures to be polluted by car exhaust. No matter who comes, they don't have the dignity to drive the car to the door of her house.

From a distance, Nan Jiaojiao saw Mr. Jiang squatting there, holding a pipe in one hand and a small shovel in the other. He digged the soil a few times and handed the shovel to the two servants who were also squatting next to him. She stood up holding her waist and whispered.

He didn't turn around when he heard the footsteps, "Bring me the ashtray."

She didn't even mention her name, so Nan Jiaojiao knew she was being mentioned, so she obediently went to get an ashtray and placed it where Jiang Yu could knock out the ashes with his hand.

"Master, are you still awake?"

"Aren't the debt collectors coming back? I don't dare to sleep because I'm afraid that if I go to bed early, some people will go to my medicine garden to gather weeds."

Jiang Yu took a sip from his cigarette and glanced sideways, his eyes falling on the wound on Nan Jiaojiao's forehead.