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

Putting her in the back seat, Bo Yanqing drove. The half-hour drive actually took more than an hour without traffic jams.

A snack box from Shengyue Mansion hung on the doorknob.

It was estimated that Chu Yao and Mo Tingshen had come back a long time ago. No one answered the knock on the door. Guessing that they hadn't returned home yet, they didn't even make a call, so they hung up their things and left.

Bo Yanqing pressed the code to open the door, hooked her finger on the snack box, and took her in.

She didn't make any fuss, but she didn't move either. From changing her shoes to taking a bath and then being put into bed, Bo Yanqing took care of her. Even after she lay down, she refused to let him go. He stood by the bed to catch his breath and wrapped his hand around her. She grabbed his shirt, pulled it off, and pulled the hem out of his trousers. Not satisfied with just grabbing the clothes, she closed her eyes and grabbed a few times, trying to grab his hand.

He was slapped on the back by Bo Yanqing.

"Be honest, don't stop when you're sleepy."

He pressed her hand on the quilt, and Nan Jiao snorted, turned over and faced him with the back of her head.

Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows, his stingy nature was engraved in his bones.

He took a look at the water splashed on his body. How could he go to bed without changing his clothes? He didn't touch a drop of wine, but he had a lot of alcohol on her body.

"Wait, I'm going to take a shower."

Nan Jiao no longer even hummed, but her ears twitched.

Bo Yanqing acted like a lunatic, performing a one-man show and enjoying it. He went into the cloakroom to get his pajamas. The bedroom light was on the one through the door. He went to the second bedroom to wash up. After washing, he came back and hugged her to sleep.

Worried that Nan Jiaojiao would have a headache when she woke up the next day after being hungover, Bo Yanqing stayed here to make breakfast for her.

The bedroom door was ajar and she was not called. She smelled the smell and came out, jumping up and down without any trouble. She walked around the kitchen and then went back to the bedroom to wash up.

Bo Yanqing ordered the dishes from Yuyuan. When Nan Jiaojiao changed into home clothes and came out, the dishes arrived. He put them out one by one, filled up the seafood porridge and placed it in front of Nan Jiaojiao. He raised his hand and landed on her forehead, rubbing it. Rubbing, "You really don't have a headache anymore?" "It doesn't hurt, I'm feeling very good."

"You have a special physique."

Nan Jiaojiao smacked her lips, "Maybe it's because I'm young and have a good metabolism."

"..." Bo Yanqing withdrew one hand, "Shut up."

"Oh."

"..."

The doorbell rang, and Bo Yanqing went to open the door. When he saw the person outside the door, he deliberately blocked Chu Yao as he entered, "There's not enough food."

Mo Ting snorted coldly, "It's okay. I can survive even if I throw some rice. The main thing is to enjoy the atmosphere."

Bo Yanqing really disliked some people who were not discerning, but he just stopped them symbolically. After all, Mo Tingshen had more food, so he could not offend the chef if he offended anyone.

Thinking about it like this, Bo Yanqing felt that he was too open-minded. After thinking about it again, he felt that there was no need to be so generous. He took two bowls, filled a bowl of porridge to Chu Yao, and placed the empty bowl in front of Mo Tingshen.

Mo Tingshen didn't bother with him and served the porridge himself. As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, Bo Yanqing put the two best dishes in front of the girl. The untouched cold bamboo shoots were placed in front of Mo Tingshen, pretending to be very generous. "It's rare." Come here once, you’re welcome, just treat yourself as your own home and eat more.”

Mo Ting laughed deeply, "It's bitter bamboo shoots again. You guessed that I was coming. Every time, they use bitter bamboo shoots to disgust me."

Bo Yanqing sat down and kicked him under the table.

Mo Ting couldn't hold it in any longer, he let out an exaggerated "ouch" and turned around to complain to Nan Jiaojiao. At the end, he deliberately introduced the topic, "Jiaojiao, do you know the story of this bitter bamboo shoot?" (End of Chapter)