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

Jiang Yu lowered his hands and tapped the pipe slowly on the table a few times.

She was half-turned, with the corners of her eyes slightly lowered, just glancing at him.

Without saying a word, the threat is full.

Old Nan's eyelids twitched a few times, but he didn't meet her expression head-on.

He had been a famous figure for decades, but he failed because of this woman, and the shadow of it still exists.

Soon, it was twelve o'clock.

The guests present all began to whisper, and a lot of gossip spread to the front, some of which fell into Nan Jiaojiao's ears.

She glanced at the time and, without any embarrassment or panic, arranged for someone to serve the food.

The guests are all here, it wouldn't be good to keep them cold. We can't have a group of people waiting with her while having stomachs full.

In fact, Nan Jiaojiao doesn't need to do it herself. Yan Chi, Lu Zhenzhen and others are always with her. As long as she makes a decision, they will arrange everything properly.

Nan Jiaojiao planned to go around to the back.

No more waiting.

Make an exception and log into the Killing Alliance's internal network to check the whereabouts of Bo Yanqing.

Just at this moment, the door was pushed open.

Bo Yanqing stood between two double wooden doors. His hands paused on the two buttons on the front of his suit. He buttoned them up with his fingertips. It looked like he was in a hurry.

Nan Jiaojiao had one foot slumped down the stairs, holding a cell phone in her hand, and the Killing Alliance's intranet flashed on the screen.

When their eyes met, Nan Jiaojiao's eyes felt burning and slightly hot.

She casually shoved the phone into the hands of the person next to her and ran towards the door holding up her skirt.

Bo Yanqing walked very fast, his long legs moving fast and vigorously. He arrived in front of Nan Jiaojiao before her. He was only two steps away from her, but he couldn't wait to hold her in his arms. He hugged her and pressed her closer to him, kissing her hair lovingly, and said in a low and hoarse voice with obvious coaxing: "I'm sorry, my dear, I'm late."

Nan Jiaojiao rubbed his chest and smelled the dusty smell on him, "Where have you been?"

Bo Yanqing noticed her reaction and subconsciously wanted to move away from her, but he couldn't bear to do so and just rubbed her in his arms.

"Something went wrong, and there was no need for me to go there in person."

He held Nan Jiaojiao's face, and rubbed her ear with his thumb, "I'm sorry, my dear, I didn't calculate the time well, and I was delayed. I made you feel wronged."

Nan Jiaojiao raised her head from his arms and shook her head, "No, I'm not wronged. You've never wronged me."

She stood a little back, and Bo Yanqing thought she was going to leave, so he didn't loosen his hand on her waist. Nan Jiaojiao leaned back a little, fixed his hair and collar, and pressed her palms lightly on his tie.

"It's not too late, it's just right, everyone is waiting to bless us."

After a pause, she said something cheesy in public: "I'm waiting for you too."

Bo Yanqing felt a pain in his heart, and his heart softened completely. How could he bear to see this girl, whom he had spoiled, suffer any grievance?

"Okay, baby, I'm here to marry you."

Nan Jiaojiao still couldn't help it, always feeling that he was too corny. Fortunately, his voice was low, so Nan Jiaojiao just indulged him for once.

She held his hand and said, "Then you go to the stage and wait. Grandpa will lead me to find you."

Bo Yanqing gently pulled her back and said, "Don't tire Grandpa. I brought someone with me. If you are willing, he will take you to marry."

Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyes slightly, "Who is it?"

Bo Yanqing squeezed her palm soothingly, and then turned towards the media. (End of this chapter)