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

Chapter 217

Nan Jiaojiao was taken aback for a moment, "Have you been drinking?"

"En." Bo Yanqing gently rubbed the center of her brows, and let out a heavy breath, "What's the matter?"

"I talked to my grandma in the afternoon, and I will take her to my grandfather's place the day after tomorrow. The knee will be operated on. As an assistant, I will follow the operation process from beginning to end."

"Ok, I know."

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt uncomfortable.

He knew, but he didn't even ask her a word.

Is it too trusting, or it doesn't matter.

"So you agree?"

Bo Yan was silent, someone next to him was talking to him, and a glass of water was handed over, he said wait a moment, took two sips slowly, "Send me the address, I'll take grandma there."

"it is good."

Nan Jiaojiao hung up the phone first, and sent the location to Bo Yanqing.

After waiting for a while, there was no news from him.

I couldn't help laughing at myself, what was I expecting.

The dialogue between each other is very strange, but there is no intimacy or politeness, and there is no extra sentence except what is necessary to convey.

Nan Jiaojiao stood on the balcony for a while, finished drinking a cup of hot milk tea, and returned to the bedroom with her mobile phone.

The next day, Nan Jiaojiao went to school as usual. After school, she went to visit Ye Wanting's mother in the hospital. When she was leaving, she ran into someone. The woman speaks.

Nan Jiaojiao didn't want to eavesdrop, so she left.

Lu Zhenzhen came to pick her up, went to have dinner near Famous, and then sent her home.

On the appointed day, Nan Jiaojiao woke up early, and she was still unconscious, when she suddenly heard a slight sound outside, she opened her eyes suddenly, and walked outside quickly.

There is a figure with his back facing him in the restaurant.

"who?"

She let out a cold snort, raised her feet and walked over there, slashing her hands like knives, and suddenly her eyes froze.

It was Bo Yanqing.

He was wearing home clothes, holding a glass of water in his slender hands, the man looked at her deeply, "Did you wake up?"

Nan Jiaojiao let go of her guard, "Why are you?"

Bo Yanqing kept silent, put the cup on the bar, swirled his fingers half a circle along the mouth of the cup, a dark light flashed in his eyes.

"How long has it been before you can't recognize it?"

Nan Jiaojiao froze for a moment, her pale lips tugged, "I just woke up, and I came out to check when I heard a voice, but I didn't expect it to be you."

The corners of Bo Yanqing's lips curled into mockery, and he raised his eyes with the usual expression, "Go wash up."

"You came to my place, what about grandma?"

"The old lady gets up late, and it takes some time to eat breakfast. Yan is late, and he will pick up grandma directly to Qishan Road."

Nan Jiaojiao clasped her fingers together, as if something was rolling in her mouth, but she forgot everything when she opened her mouth, and said in a dull voice: "Okay."

She went back to the bedroom to wash and change clothes, when she heard the sound of opening and closing the door outside.

Bo Yanqing was here, so she felt much more at ease, didn't pay much attention, packed up and went out.

The man was busy at the dining table, taking out the dishes in the food box and putting them away one by one.

Nan Jiaojiao walked over, intending to help, but just as she stretched out her hand, a bowl of millet porridge was placed in front of her.

Bo Yanqing sat opposite her and said softly, "Eat."

He put all her favorite flavors in front of him, but there was some space in front of him.

Nan Jiaojiao put a plate of cold and bitter bamboo shoots in front of him, and moved the mushroom meatball soup to the middle.

Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows, and gave her a meaningful look, "Remember the flavor I often eat?"

Nan Jiaojiao nodded, "I remember, I don't have many meals with you, I will remember your habits."

"You are so considerate, but you have to be angry with me all the time."

(End of this chapter)