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

Chapter 2021 Scheming Man

The little guy is soft and cute. We use the same scent of shower gel, but Xixi's smells better.

Bo Yanqing let go of his hand in disgust, rubbed the fingers that had grabbed Bo Qingshan's ear on his shoulder, hugged Qianqian and weighed her twice, then pulled out a chair next to him and sat down.

Bo Qingshan quickly covered his ears and rubbed them rapidly and wildly, making a wheezing sound from his mouth.

He was really convinced!
Every time in the hands of his uncle, he was no different from a chicken being grabbed by the neck. He had lost in this life because of seniority!
He can't afford to offend the old one, but he can always offend the younger one. I wonder if Xixi laughed at him just now, so he wanted to act like an elder brother and teach her a lesson. However, he couldn't even get his expression right. When he raised his head, his eyes suddenly split and he saw Nan Jiaojiao.

She was holding her cheek and looking at him with a smile.

Their eyes met, and she waved at him, "Good morning, little friend."

Bo Qingshan's eyes widened. He wanted to speak, but his lips clicked uncontrollably a few times, shaking like a stutterer. "Jiao, Sister Jiaojiao, you're here."

Why is she here!
No one told him!
Bo Qingshan stared at Bo Yanqing who insisted on getting between him and Sister Jiaojiao. His desire to turn evil reached its peak and he said with audacity: "Uncle San, did you do this on purpose? You didn't tell me that Sister Jiaojiao was here too, so I came down like this! You can't compete with me in age, but you want to surpass me in appearance. You really are..."

Bo Yanqing gave him a light glance, and Bo Qingshan almost had his throat cut by the air.

But Nan Jiaojiao was still there, and he suddenly became bolder, puffing up his cheeks and saying, "Scheming man!"

The old scumbag didn't dare to say it out loud, after all, he was still a coward.

He knew that he would definitely be punished for his quick words, so he wanted to run away after he finished speaking, but as soon as he kicked his legs, Bo Yanqing grabbed him by the collar and threw him out of the restaurant. Bo Qingshan fell flat on his face, got up, turned around and ran upstairs.

He spent five minutes washing his face and brushing his teeth, then put on a shirt and trousers, and even tied a tie. He imitated his uncle and pushed all his hair back, revealing his incredibly handsome face. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked with the rudimentary steps of a CEO, and pulled open the chair next to Nan Jiaojiao.

"Sister Jiaojiao," he touched his brow, "Good morning."

Nan Jiaojiao almost burst out laughing. She brought a bowl of tofu pudding to Bo Qingshan and said, "Try it. I'll go to the breakfast shop to get some. You can add chili if you want."

“It must be spicy!”

Bo Qingshan has always known that Nan Jiaojiao likes Sichuan cuisine, especially the kind with lots of dried chilies piled on the dishes. She doesn't even blush after eating it. Bo Qingshan likes sweet food, but in order to cater to Nan Jiaojiao's taste, he tried spicy food. At the beginning, he almost burned his mouth. It was swollen for two days, and the old lady laughed at him for a long time.

He was very confident about his ability to handle spicy food. He scooped a large spoonful of chili peppers, but ended up with only a few drops of chili oil. He quickly put the spoon back and stirred the tofu pudding a few times. "Sister Jiaojiao, you don't know, I may be overly fond of spicy food now. I simply can't eat without spicy food. If there's no spicy food in any meal, I can't even finish it."

"is it?"

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at his bowl, which was white with just a little bit of chili oil squeezed on the edge.

She deliberately played tricks and scooped a spoonful of chili oil, "Tofu pudding should be spicier. Yours is not enough. Let me add some for you."