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

"Then you didn't stop me, you are an accomplice!" Chu Yao immediately reacted and demanded Ping Ping take responsibility.

Lu Zhenzhen rolled his eyes and raised his voice slightly: "It's convenient, come in."

Bo Yanqing walked out from behind the screen and without looking for it, he first saw Nan Jiaojiao lying on the table.

She was drunk, her face was flushed, her breath hit her bent elbows and blew back, and the half of her face resting on her arms was red and hot.

Bo Yanqing bent over, resting one hand on the edge of the table, and touched her face with the fingertips of the other hand, "I drank a lot."

"Sorry, I didn't notice." Lu Zhenzhen said.

Chu Yao finally felt guilty, "I gave her something to drink. I'm sorry, but I can't come back next time."

Bo Yanqing was not angry. He held Nan Jiaojiao's face and let her rub into his hand. After she was steady, he held her in his arms.

He said softly: "It doesn't matter if it's you. If she drinks occasionally, I'll be there."

Lu Zhenzhen stood up and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Let's go now. She's so drunk, so I took her back."

"Who's driving?"

"I opened it, I didn't drink it."

Bo Yanqing lifted Nan Jiaojiao up and moved her waist out of the way, "Otherwise, let Mo Ting go deep. We just want to return to fame, so let's go together."

"He drank a lot." Bo Yanqing raised his chin to the other side of the screen. "He drank a lot. You can call a driver later."

It was hard for Chu Yao to go with them. He was the only one who was sober among the three drunks. He couldn't take care of them. She didn't want to cause any trouble to the couple, but she still sent them to the door.

Mo Tingshen chased her to the door. He thought she was leaving but didn't call him. He picked up his coat, but Chu Yao hung it back and pushed him back to the table to drink together.

After coming out of the elevator, Nan Jiaojiao seemed to feel that he was holding her in a panic. She moved, swaying her legs and almost rolled straight out of his arms. Bo Yanqing leaned against the wall in time, bent her legs, pressed her knees against the wall, and put her hands on the wall. She put it on her lap and rubbed it along her back. Nan Jiaojiao opened her eyes in confusion, and he asked in a low voice: "Do you want to vomit?"

She shook her head so hard that she felt dizzy and her little face wrinkled up.

Bo Yanqing held the back of her head, pinched her forehead with his thumb and rubbed it. After she got over the dizziness, he picked her up and walked away, "Then go home. If you feel uncomfortable, call me."

"Hmm..." She responded vaguely.

You probably didn't even hear what he said clearly.

Bo Yanqing turned her face to his heart and walked slowly. The car was downstairs. The employees had already driven the car over. There was a special passage to drive directly out of the back door.

Nan Jiaojiao was sitting alone in the back seat, and Bo Yanqing paid attention to her all the time. There were no cars on the road at night, so he lowered the speed to 30, which would be even slower when passing the speed bump.

"Spit..." Nan Jiaojiao suddenly murmured.

Bo Yanqing quickly found a place to lean against the car and took her out of the back seat. Nan Jiaojiao held on to the tree trunk and vomited for a while. Nothing came out and she felt really uncomfortable. She put her hand into her mouth and tried to pick her throat, but Bo Yanqing stopped her. Came down.

He brought her to the bench, sat on his lap, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and handed her the water, "Take a few sips, it will make you feel better."

Nan Jiaojiao didn't reach out, so Bo Yanqing held the back of her head and fed her.

She was very drunk, she leaned limply in his arms, grabbed the man's shirt buttons, and hummed twice: "I'm hungry."

"What to eat?"

"..."

"Barbecue? Hot pot burger? Crayfish?" (End of this chapter)