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

When Bo Yanqing's eyes came over, Chu Yao secretly hid the thumbs up that she was giving to Nan Jiaojiao behind her back. She looked very calm, not feeling guilty at all. "I won't go. Mo Tingshen must be not far away. I'll look for him later."

Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows behind her.

Chu Yao turned around and was not surprised to see Mo Tingshen standing in front of a black car.

These two men are really in sync, both running here to block people.

Chu Yao turned around and waved his hand, "Let's go."

Nan Jiaojiao called her, "Isn't it only one day off? You should rush back tonight. Is it still in time?"

"Of course it's too late. I've asked for leave and will be back early tomorrow morning."

"Can I have Brother Mo's breakfast tomorrow?"

Chu Yao laughed in anger. It turned out that he was not concerned about her, but about the meal. She really wanted to pinch her face, but she was in Bo Yanqing's arms, so she didn't dare to do it. "That won't work. My sister has a flight at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. I'm too lazy to eat breakfast. How could he make it?"

Nan Jiaojiao's face fell in disappointment, "Oh, bye."

Chu Yao choked out a laugh and pointed at Nan Jiaojiao, "You're such a jerk. I'll deal with you next time I come back."

"Oh."

Nan Jiaojiao added another sentence with a stubborn attitude.

Chu Yao turned around and rushed back.

Bo Yanqing quickly stuffed Nan Jiaojiao into the passenger seat, bent his waist, turned around and left.

Each one is more cowardly than the other.

On the way back, Bo Yanqing held Nan Jiaojiao's hand all the time and drove with only one hand. Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him several times and said, "Bo Yanqing, you are really violating the driving rules by doing this."

He snorted coldly, "What? You still want to report me?" Nan Jiaojiao shuddered, "That's not the case. I can't bear to do that."

Bo Yanqing glanced at her and pinched her palm with his fingers. "You only try to comfort me when you feel guilty. When something really happened, I don't know where you forgot about me."

Nan Jiaojiao played with his fingers, prying them apart and putting them back together one by one, tapping them on the back of her hand again and again, with her head lowered and her eyes submissive, very well-behaved.

Bo Yanqing sighed, patted her hand, and then raised his hand to rub her head, "Little brat!"

Nan Jiaojiao grinned, "Then where are we going to eat?"

"Go back to Wuyuan and let Mr. Jiang take care of you."

"You told my master?!"

"I haven't had time yet. I'm going to tell her." Bo Yanqing gently moved the steering wheel and turned at the intersection ahead. He added faintly, "Jiao Baoer, what is the rattan stick in the lobby used for?"

Nan Jiaojiao swallowed hard and shrank back into her chair guiltily.

If she said directly that it was Mr. Jiang who used it to beat her, would she lose face?

However, when the master was really angry, he was too lazy to walk those few steps to get the cane. He would just break off a branch at the door and hit her. When she grew up, she realized that the cane rack was used by other people to store long swords. Those things were very rare and antiques, and very valuable. But their family just used a cane broken from that tree.

What a waste of natural resources.

When Mr. Jiang put the rattan there when he was a child, he moved it a few times and never moved it again. The servants had to carefully wipe the dust around it when they cleaned.

"Ah..." She rolled her eyes, "It's a decoration, mainly for the sake of appearance."

"Is it?"

Bo Yanqing curled the corners of his lips and laughed, "It's quite unique." (End of this chapter)