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

Chapter 258 I provoked myself to bring back an ancestor

In fact, these people are not much different from Bo Yanqing's group, they are all ruthless people who cut grass and roots. If Han Qi didn't have the status he has today, his life would have died long ago.

Pei Dongshi said in a low voice, "I'll go there at night and give him a hang-up with acupuncture."

Seven o'clock in the evening, Minglun.

Bo Yanqing pushed open the door, and everyone inside immediately stood up and greeted each other.

"Brother Yan."

"The third master is here!"

"Brother Yan, you help me make the decision. I have revealed my cards. Nima and the others are playing tricks on me. They cheated me. Both lands have been output. You help me look at the cards. I have to get back to the field." No!"

Lu Jinyang cursed and wanted to take Bo Yanqing to the card table, but suddenly noticed that Bo Yanqing's expression was wrong.

"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Bo Yanqing walked in, loosened his tie, threw it on the sofa, took a sip from the wine glass, and sat there with a sullen face, as if his surroundings were frozen in an instant.

Everyone didn't dare to show their air, they looked at each other in a daze, feeling terrified in their hearts.

Mo Tingshen put down the pool cue, raised his hand and pressed on Lu Jinyang's shoulder, "It's okay, let's play with you."

Lu Jinyang immediately looked at him gratefully as if looking at a Bodhisattva, and beckoned his friends to play somewhere else, keeping his voice as low as possible.

Mo Ting took two cups deeply and tapped them with his fingertips, "Red or white?"

Bo Yanqing put the empty cup in the middle.

Mo Tingshen silently pushed the red wine away, poured half a glass of white wine, and before he handed it out, Bo Yanqing reached for it by himself, tilted his neck, and swallowed it all in one go.

"Ah."

Mo Tingshen stuck the two ends of the glasses with his thumb and ring finger, pushed them up, and slightly hooked the corner of his mouth: "Who made you so angry, tell me, and I will be happy."

Bo Yanqing frowned, "You don't fucking hurt!"

The national quintessence has come out, it seems that he is very angry.

Mo Tingshen poured him another glass, this time it was full, and when Bo Yanqing picked it up, he said slowly: "Drink slowly, this time you won't be able to swallow it in one gulp, be careful to choke yourself to death, the place hasn't been found yet." .”

Bo Yanqing smiled coldly: "Chu Yao is going to be released from prison?"

Mo Ting listened deeply to his tone, and knew that the next sentence was not a good fart, why didn't he get drunk after two glasses of wine, that mouth could reach the peak of madness.

"Is it too late for me to admit my mistake?" Mo Ting begged for peace.

Bo Yanqing didn't like him, and directly dismantled the stage, "How old was Chu Yao when you came to be with you? You started picking on you when you were a teenager, and now you have found your place?"

The smile on Mo Ting's face disappeared.

In the next second, his face completely sank to the bottom.

"Forget it. After all, you have thrown people into prison. It is indeed a good way to use power to suppress people. You have recovered beautifully this time."

Mo Tingshen: "..."

What the hell is he doing!

Why provoke this poisonous tongue so well!

"Shut up, we are still good friends if we don't hurt each other."

Bo Yanqing glanced at him with a smile, but there was no smile on his face, it was frighteningly cold.

After drinking a few glasses of white wine, he gradually poured it up. He rubbed the rim of the cup and said to himself, "If I force her, will she be willing to stay by my side?"

Mo Ting frowned deeply: "Who?"

"My ancestor," Bo Yanqing drank a third of it in one gulp, put the cup heavily on the tea table, pulled the collar of his shirt with his retracted hand, and broke two buttons, "I'm going to provoke an ancestor for myself!"

When Yan arrived late, Bo Yanqing was already drunk on the sofa, leaning lazily, with one hand propping his temples, his black eyes slightly closed, and an obvious drunkenness appeared on Jun's face.

(End of this chapter)