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

Nan Jiaojiao used to always come here. Regardless of the decoration, she was happy to tinker with the yard in front of the villa. It was specially planned by Bo Yanqing and left for her to create as she pleased. Since she started to get involved in this yard, Nan Jiaojiao sneaked to the Mist Garden many times and pulled out many herbs and flowers. Even the blood-green grass that Jiang Yu got from Bo Yanqing, which he had finally managed to grow, she pulled out with the roots and soil. Jiang Yu was so angry that he chased her and beat her, and broke several pipes.

The closer it got to the wedding, the less Lu Zhenzhen allowed her to go.

How can a bride who is about to get married run towards the bridal chamber eagerly every day?

Nan Jiaojiao was very worried about her medicinal herbs. She tried to sneak away several times but failed. Later, she finally succeeded and found that Bo Yanqing had hired several nurses to take care of them. Only then did her herbs not die.

The car drove into the villa and stopped in the front yard.

The wedding room is brightly lit tonight, with lights on in every window of the room.

Nan Jiaojiao tried to help Bo Yanqing but failed. However, she managed to wake him up. He was extremely drunk himself, but he still insisted on carrying Nan Jiaojiao back to the room. He didn't even take the elevator and instead walked up the stairs step by step.

As soon as he put her into the bed, Bo Yanqing also lay down. Nan Jiaojiao quickly turned over, resting her elbows between them, looking at him worriedly, and grabbed his wrist to feel his pulse.

"You are very drunk. Does your head hurt?"

Bo Yanqing narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and touched the hair that had fallen on her shoulders. His hand moved lightly, as if he didn't have much strength to support it. He shook it slightly twice before holding her face. "No, I'll be fine after a while."

He must have drunk a lot of white wine, but he could still hold on in front of people. Now the aftereffects of the alcohol have taken effect, and he also took a nap in the car, so he is even more drunk. It would be strange if he didn't feel dizzy.

"No, I'll give you two injections to help you get rid of the alcohol." Nan Jiaojiao was about to find the silver needles, but was pulled back by Bo Yanqing, "My dear, I'm really not drunk."

Nan Jiaojiao leaned on his chest, and stood up quickly in fear, "What do you mean you're not drunk? Drunk people say they're not drunk."

She woke him up because he was not very drunk, otherwise he would not have had the strength to hold her waist so tightly. But the smell of alcohol on his body and his body temperature rising again and again due to alcohol could not deceive anyone.

Anyway, he was not as strong as her, so Nan Jiaojiao simply pried his hands apart, jumped off the bed, came back with the silver needles, found the acupuncture points and gave him a few injections, then stayed by the bed and waited for the effect to take effect, and then removed the silver needles one by one.

"Okay, just lie down and don't move. Take a break. It won't be so uncomfortable later."

Bo Yanqing snorted softly. He helped himself to sit up and leaned against the bedside. He put his hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat gradually calm down. He looked at Nan Jiaojiao who came back quickly and smiled, "How much time have you wasted tonight after all this trouble, huh?"

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly blushed, shrank her neck, and stared at him with a rather resentful look, "I'm already feeling so uncomfortable, why do you only think about that kind of thing!"

"What kind?"

Bo Yanqing pulled her over and covered her with the quilt. He pressed his hands on the quilt and trapped her in his arms. "I don't quite understand. Can you tell me what's going on?"

Nan Jiaojiao's scalp was numb from the teasing. She bit her lips, and the shame rushed into her mind. She couldn't look into his eyes. Once they met, she felt like she could drown. (End of this chapter)