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

Chapter 1932 Eavesdropping
"What am I doing in the hospital?" Bo Yanqing asked rhetorically.

Song Yuan almost suffered a myocardial infarction.

She bit her lip and said shamelessly, "My parents said thank you for your help yesterday, but they couldn't spare the time to come to you. They asked me today if you would come. They wanted to thank you in person. "

"No, it's easy."

"then you……"

beep--

Before she could finish speaking, Bo Yanqing cut off the call.

The busy tone that penetrated her ears was like a slap in the face.

There was a chuckle in the air.

Song Yuan looked up and saw Nan Jiaojiao, who was leaning against the wall with her arms folded and looking at her with a smile. Her expression suddenly changed, "What are you doing standing there, eavesdropping on my phone call?"

Nan Jiaojiao raised her finger and said, "Miss Song, what you are holding seems to be my mobile phone."

Song Yuan pursed her lips, knowing she was guilty, and threw the phone back to the bedside table heavily, "It's a call from Third Brother Bo, I'm just answering it for you."

"Oh."

Nan Jiaojiao responded calmly and walked over. She picked up her phone and looked at it. It was not broken. She dialed back to Bo Yanqing. She wanted to go outside to answer the phone. When she saw Song Yuan inadvertently, she raised her eyebrows and refused to go out. .

There was two beeps and the call was picked up. This time Bo Yanqing didn't speak in a hurry.

Nan Jiaojiao spoke first: "It's me."

"Where did you go just now? Why did you leave your phone so casually?" Bo Yanqing blamed her, with a hint of resentment in his tone.

Nan Jiaojiao moved a chair over and sat within one meter of Song Yuan. She crossed her legs, tapped her toes on the ground, and rocked the chair gently, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to use Miss Song's bathroom to wash my hands." , I saw it when you called, and I thought I’d wash my hands before picking it up.”

Song Yuan's face darkened.

The implication was that she deliberately wanted to take it. This bitch just washed her hands, and it took as long as she could. Maybe she stood there and watched her for a long time, treating her as a joke, and now she was talking nonsense in front of Bo Yanqing, but she couldn't grab the phone and hang it up, either. Unable to control his eyes, he stared at Nan Jiaojiao fiercely.

"Don't leave your phone lying around next time, do you understand?"

Nan Jiaojiao pretended not to see Song Yuan's face and said, "Yeah," "I understand."

Only then did Bo Yanqing ask, "Why did you end up in the hospital?"

"You have nothing to do, come and take a look."

"I'm almost off work, shall I pick you up?"

"Are you coming to pick me up?"

Nan Jiaojiao slowly and quietly glanced at Song Yuan, noticing the small movement of the other person sitting up a little and the expectant look in her eyes, she deliberately calmed down and said, "Let's forget it. It's not easy for you to come here. I think tonight Eat the sweet and sour chicken wings you made. Aunt Mou made too much sugar. I like what you made."

The light in Song Yuan's eyes dimmed.

"You really don't need me to pick you up?"

"No, I drove the car."

Bo Yanqing didn't force it, "Come back early. If I start blanching the chicken wings and you haven't gotten home yet, I'll come and pick you up."

Nan Jiaojiao laughed happily, "I know, I'm really strict."

"As long as you know, be good and come back soon."

"I know, I know."

Nan Jiaojiao just had to mua on her phone. That might irritate others, but she was too disgusted, so she just let it go.

After hanging up the phone, she put the phone down and turned it over in her mind. Song Yuan was still staring at her, his eyes getting worse and worse. Nan Jiaojiao asked casually: "Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"

Song Yuan bit her lip, "Why don't you ask Brother Bo to pick you up?"