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

You can see that he is really upset.

Nan Jiaojiao stared at him for several seconds, then remained silent for a while before boldly asking, "Then why were you rummaging through the trash can?"

Pei Dongshi: “…”

"What did you find?"

"Rubbish!"

Pei Dongshi couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed her arm, threw away the plate of cake she had already finished, and took her back to Bo Yanqing. He threw her to him and said, "I have something else to do. I'm leaving now."

Bo Yanqing: "You've been drinking, did you call a designated driver?"

"I called you guys to play, no need to send me off."

Bo Yanqing nodded, "Okay, be careful on the road, and let me know when you get home."

Pei Dongshi responded and walked away.

After confirming that the door was closed, Lu Jinyang finally straightened his shrunken neck, handed over the cards in his hand in a few seconds, then came over and asked impatiently: "Jiaojiao, what did Brother Pei say?"

"He said you can find trash in the trash can."

Lu Jinyang? ? ?
Did she say something that could be classified as philosophy?
There was no other activity in the second half of the night. Yan Chi's injury had not healed yet, so he couldn't drink. No one wanted to go to another place to drink, so after staying for a while, everyone left.

Bo Yanqing was also drunk, and he planned to call a designated driver. Nan Jiaojiao volunteered to drive.

He didn't stop her. He put away his phone and pulled her into the driver's seat. He then went to the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt.

Nan Jiaojiao was a very good driver. In her eyes, Xu Tingting's racing was just child's play. However, a sedan could not be driven as a sports car, and she was also afraid of making Bo Yanqing vomit, so she drove at a steady speed and slowly returned to Feisheng.

Bo Yanqing was not completely drunk. He would always keep himself awake. When he was taking a shower, several shadows flashed back and forth at the door. Someone was wandering at the door. He curled his lips and turned on the warm light in the bathroom. Less than a minute later, Nan Jiaojiao opened the door and poked her head in, "Are you done with your shower?"

Bo Yanqing turned his head to look at her, "Baby, what do you think?"

"I was planning to take a shower in the second bedroom, but I've been running the hot water for a long time and there's no hot water. How about I just take a shower here?"

Bo Yanqing laughed softly, "Okay, do you want to wash while standing or lying in the bathtub?"

"Just don't get in the bathtub, or you'll have to waste time cleaning it."

Nan Jiaojiao held her clothes and found a place to put them. She had already changed into her nightgown before coming in. She quickly took it off and hung it up. Then, with a serious face, she walked to his side and adjusted the angle of the shower head.

Bo Yanqing lowered his eyes slightly, with a smile that could not be suppressed at the corners of his mouth and eyes. He understood very well. Perhaps it was the heat that made his voice dim. "Will you wash your hair today?"

Nan Jiaojiao touched the roots of her hair and asked, "Did you wash it?"

"Okay, I'll do it."

Bo Yanqing turned up the shower head, higher than he was, and the water poured down on Nan Jiaojiao like a rain.

She was about to complain that this was unfair to the shorter guy when Bo Yanqing suddenly picked her up, untied her ponytail, and put the hair tie around her wrist.

He picked her up and slowly moved her so that her hair was wet but only a small amount of water splashed on her face.

The man supported her with his strong arm and her back with his other hand, while his broad palm completely wrapped around her shoulders. He tilted his head back and kissed her from time to time.

Nan Jiaojiao was kissed until she felt dizzy. She was so tall that she could feel the heat from the light above her head, and her body temperature kept rising. (End of this chapter)