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

Chapter 259 You have wronged her

Yan Chi sat down, glanced at the empty wine bottle on the table, "How much did you drink?"

With a cigarette in his hand, Mo Ting raised his eyebrows to look at him, then moved his eyes to Bo Yanqing, "Are you talking about feelings?"

"I don't know if we talk about it or not. He really dotes on Nan Jiaojiao."

Mo Ting gave a deep snort: "It's also a skill to be able to lose yourself like this by playing ambiguously with others."

"Keep your voice down, Mohu, you're not much better."

Yan Chi reached out to take Mo Tingshen's cigarette, and continued to smoke without wiping it. He called Lu Jinyang over, and whispered a few words in his ear.

After the cigarettes were finished, the people in the box cleared up.

Only then did he and Mo Tingshen set up Bo Yanqing and walked out.

"I didn't drink any wine, I'll see you off."

Mo Ting took out the car key and threw it to him from the other person.

His eyes flicked to Bo Yanqing, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, "Third brother, do you want someone to accompany you?"

He just joked that the drunk unconscious man suddenly clasped his shoulders and shook him hard, "Don't send it to my bed, regardless of whether it's male or female."

Mo Ting raised his brows deeply, "Have you become a good man?"

Bo Yanqing opened her eyes and glanced at him, "Don't make her angry."

Mo Ting's face froze for a moment, and he froze for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand to wipe his face, and cursed: "Just stimulate me."

Yan Chi: "Okay, what did you provoke him to do, you are really hurt."

"How many times can you see him drunk? Don't I bully him at this time, and get beaten when he wakes up?"

Yan Chi actually felt that what he said was very reasonable, silently took out his mobile phone, and took a close-up photo of Bo Yanqing's face. This kind of long-lost photo must be printed out and hung on the wall for permanent preservation.

Downstairs at Minglun, Yan Chi went to sign the bill, and when he came back, he saw two men lying on the sofa. The cold wind blew out Mo Tingshen's brain, and he managed to hold his head up, but his eyes were glued to the It seems that I can't open it.

Yan Chi put his hands on his hips, let out a sigh of relief, and called two waiters to get him into the car.

"I'm really convinced, how many lifetimes of misfortune can be shared with people like you!"

Yan Chi didn't know who to complain about first, but he didn't dare to hit the accelerator, and the car moved forward like a turtle crawling.

Send Mo Tingshen home first, and then send Bo Yanqing.

"I asked, Han Qi deceived people here on purpose, his aunt didn't know about it beforehand, Nan Jiaojiao was quite stubborn, she slapped Han Qi on the face in front of the Han family, and made it clear that it had nothing to do with him, you wronged her."

The man in the back seat opened his eyes, and there was boundless darkness in his black eyes. His eyes were half down, and then he blinked, and those eyes closed again.

Yan Chi glanced at him from the rearview mirror, "I explained it to you, turn around and coax the little girl well."

Bo Yanqing didn't speak.

"Did you hear it or didn't you hear it?"

Still no one responded, and the smell of alcohol in the carriage was getting heavier and heavier.

This taste can only be soaked out by throwing people into a wine tank.

Yan Chi sighed, and the speed of the car slowed down again.

The next day.

When Lu Zhenzhen woke up, she found herself on the bed, turned over and was about to get out of bed, a hand behind her was around her waist, and she was hugged back.

A warm embrace was attached to the back, and the man's hoarse voice, which was disturbed, sounded close to his ears: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to see baby."

Gao Zhe stuffed her into his arms, "No need to go, Mr. Pei has read it, let Jiaojiao have a good sleep."

"Can I recover after a short sleep? Did my baby have a fever last night? Did you talk in your sleep? Did you feel uncomfortable?"

(End of this chapter)