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

Chapter 225 I'm In Jiaojiao's Room
Bo Yanqing's eyes were wide open in surprise, and then a joyful look emerged from the depths of her eyes, slowly filling her eyes, and then calmly sank, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

The little girl knows how to tease people.

Especially invisible teasing is the most useful.

Probably because she was really tired, not long after sticking to the pillow, Bo Yanqing fell asleep, and even the dream was filled with the fragrance of her sleeping.

When I woke up again, the sky outside the window was really dark.

Nan Jiaojiao didn't know when she opened the heavy curtain outside, and the tulle inside was covered, and the breeze gently stirred it. Behind the translucent white was the gray sky.

Bo Yanqing breathed out, just about to speak, when she turned her eyes and saw Nan Jiaojiao sitting on the sofa.

She has already changed into home clothes, her back is leaning on the cushion, her feet are crossed on the coffee table, a small white calf is exposed under the wide-leg trousers, her hair is tied with a wooden hairpin, and her temples are hanging down. Wisps, covering her cold face, are pure and lustful, and there seems to be a touch of lightness at the corners of her eyes.

Terrible.

Bo Yanqing was fascinated, his eyes were bright, and his heart was hot. Thinking of the kiss that almost got out of control before, his mouth suddenly went dry.

Nan Jiaojiao only drew two drafts, she had no inspiration in the afternoon, her thoughts always drifted to the man, she forced herself to hold the paintbrush, and the result was scraps of drafts thrown everywhere on the carpet.

I don't seem to be satisfied with the one in my hand, but there's no need to destroy it, just revise it after I clear my mind.

She closed the sketchbook, reached for the milk tea, took a sip and heard the sound, only to realize that it had already bottomed out.

When she got up, she took a sideways glance, and happened to see Bo Yanqing looking at her, and her slender hands tugged at the collar of her shirt.

Terrible!
Nan Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes slightly, "Sorry, I didn't think about it, I'll ask Master for a set of pajamas for you later."

"You let me wear other men's clothes?"

Nan Jiaojiao choked, "Otherwise you can sleep naked."

Bo Yanqing chuckled twice, "You didn't infect me with that habit."

It feels very comfortable to hold her, but it's easy to suffer from insomnia when I wake up at night.

Nan Jiaojiao paused, embarrassed by his joke, coughed lightly, "I'll buy it for you later.",

"go together."

Bo Yanqing sat up and realized something was wrong when he said the words, "You don't know my size."

"I know." Nan Jiaojiao muttered in a low voice.

He didn't hear clearly, so he asked, "Is there a toothbrush, I'll wash it up."

"Yes, I'll get it for you."

Nan Jiaojiao went into the bathroom, and came out later. Bo Yanqing sat on the bed and smoked, and brought the cigarettes with her.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced back.

The man stood in front of the mirror, wiped his face with a hot towel, and had a cigarette in his mouth. The lines of his profile were as delicate as cutting lines. Under the rolled up cuffs of his shirt, the veins on his arms were faintly visible.

After washing his face, Bo Yanqing flushed out the cigarette butt under clear water, put his hands together, cut it into two pieces and threw it into the trash can.

Nan Jiaojiao turned her head and patted her face, her palms were burning red.

The phone on the bedside vibrated slightly.

Nan Jiaojiao picked it up and took a look. It was Yan Chi, who politely didn't answer.

But Yan Chi called again, she didn't know where, and the vibration turned into a ringtone.

It is a softly hummed song, the voice of singer Wu Nong's soft language is fused with the guzheng with Jiangnan tones.

Nan Jiao was startled suddenly.

"Whose call?" Bo Yanqing walked behind her, took the phone, and answered it in front of her, "I'm in Jiaojiao's room."

(End of this chapter)