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

Chapter 2040 Your Third Aunt Wants to Sleep with Your Third Uncle
He went downstairs quickly, taking one step at a time with his long legs, walked into the living room, and put on the glasses in his hand.

Song Yuan asked curiously: "Third brother, is there something wrong with your eyesight?"

"I can't see clearly when working at night."

When Bo Yanqing passed by her, he responded casually, but Song Yuan felt that this man was willing to take the initiative to talk to her, and to the point of responding to her every word. She was very happy and took the initiative to move over and said, "I know an ophthalmologist. Do you want me to help you make an appointment for correction?"

"No need." Bo Yanqing picked up Xixi who was still playing on the carpet and gently touched the dirty tip of the little guy's nose. "What did your brother give you to eat?"

What is called……

Bo Qingshan had a face full of resentment. He always felt that he was living in this family in a suffocating way. Even if he did nothing, even breathing was wrong, and there would always be some blame placed on him.

"Uncle San, I didn't give her any snacks. The snacks were the two packs that Sister Jiaojiao opened before she went upstairs. Xixi wanted to eat, but she cried if I didn't give her any. What can I do? I won't give her snacks at night, or she won't be able to digest them. I'm the one taking care of her at night!"

Bo Yanqing glanced at him condescendingly.

"Uncle San, Xixi can eat by herself." It was rare for little Xixi to feel guilty and say a few words for her brother.

"Really? Xixi can even eat snacks by herself. That's amazing. Look at your dirty little hands. They're all potato chip crumbs."

Bo Yanqing took a tissue to wipe Xixi's hands, and threw it into the trash can. Suddenly, as if he found a gap, he stabbed Bo Qingshan: "Why don't you help her wipe her hands?"

Bo Qingshan: “…”

He is not alive anymore!

He just lay down, and before he started to throw a tantrum, he groaned twice. Bo Yanqing held Xixi and turned around and left, "Uncle, take little Xixi upstairs to take a bath. Let her smell good before going to sleep, okay?"

Xixi hugged his neck and shook her head. "Xixi is a girl. Xixi has grown up. Xixi doesn't want Uncle San to wash her." She wanted to say that she washed it herself, but she couldn't. She frowned and hesitated for a while, "Let Grandma Chen help Xixi..."

"Third brother——"

Song Yuan moved her wheelchair over and said, "How about I help Xixi wash? The little girl knows the difference between men and women. She's so cute. It's really inconvenient for you to help her wash. Let me do it."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, wanting Bo Yanqing to hand the child to her.

Generally speaking, even if one is being polite, the person who takes the initiative to speak has already made a gesture, and it is usually not good to offend him.

Song Yuan smiled slightly, but her confident expression could no longer be maintained when Bo Yanqing dodged to the side without hesitation.

"No need. Sissi doesn't like strangers touching her."

Song Yuan's face darkened. She forced a smile and took her hand back awkwardly, "Well, then, then I will..."

"Uncle San, after Xixi takes a shower, can she sleep with Aunt San?"

"No," Bo Yanqing tapped her forehead, "Sleep by yourself. If you can't sleep, go and bother your brother. Your third aunt will sleep with your third uncle."

Xixi blushed at him, "Third uncle, you have no shame. Third uncle is still pestering, Third aunt, Juejue."

Bo Yanqing looked happy and walked up the stairs. "Your Third Aunt and I are husband and wife, why are you being so shy? You can pester her as much as you want during the day, but not at night. She has to be with Third Uncle."

The child didn't understand, but he still explained so much, trying to coax him in a roundabout way.

To Song Yuan, every word sounded like a needle prick.