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

Chapter 270 Bo Yanqing is sick

Han Qi's complexion finally showed signs of cracking, and the playful smile gradually faded away, froze at the corners of his mouth and eyes.

He looked at Bo Yanqing with a gloomy face.

The man lowered his head, smoked calmly, and his hands were slender and beautiful, especially when he flicked a cigarette into the ashtray, the aura around him could crush people without making a fuss.

"You don't care about the company or your family. I don't have the intention to move, but you care about Han Yuan. If Han Yuan is gone, you, Han Qi, will really be alone for the rest of your life."

Han Qiqiang pretended to be calm: "I can't, I still have children and grandchildren."

"It doesn't matter who you marry, as an elder, the wedding gift must be delivered."

Han Qi: "How about me and Nan Jiaojiao?"

Bo Yanqing smiled coldly: "You try."

Han Qi suddenly felt cold hands and feet.

It was the first time to face Bo Yanqing's hostility hidden under his calm appearance, and even Han Qi couldn't keep up with the ruthlessness that was deliberately shown to him.

How did he leave Bo's in the end, Han Qi is not quite clear.

As soon as he got into the car, the person fainted and couldn't hold on anymore.

night.

Bo Yanqing worked overtime until ten o'clock, and when he left, the lunch box in the five-star hotel on the coffee table had already cooled down, and he hadn't touched a bite.

He drove the car downstairs, opened the hood and lowered the seat, and looked up at Nan Jiaojiao's window.

It was pitch black with no light.

Same as previous nights.

He probably knew where she had gone, but so what if he found her.

The phone was very quiet, not to mention phone calls, not even a text message.

After several nights of guarding, Bo Yanqing developed a fever.

Early in the morning, Bo Qingshan groped into Bo Yanqing's room, wanted to use his mobile phone to call Nan Jiaojiao and ask her what time she would come, but accidentally rubbed Bo Yanqing's forehead.

Bo Qingshan froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand to touch it, and felt his hand was hot.

"Third Uncle?" He put down the phone, climbed onto the bed and shook Bo Yanqing, "Wake up Third Uncle, you have a fever."

Bo Yanqing opened his eyes and let out a deep breath. Bo Qingshan's hand was placed right on his heart, and he could still feel the man's terrifyingly hot breath from a palm-width distance away.

"It's so hot, I'm going to call a doctor for third uncle!"

"return."

Bo Yanqing sat up, "Go get me a glass of water."

"Oh, good."

Bo Qingshan went downstairs to pour water, asked the servant for antipyretic tablets and cold medicine, ran back upstairs in a hurry, and gave him the things in his hand.

"Take anti-fever tablets first. It will make you feel better. I'll call Sister Jiaojiao and ask her when she will come. Ah, by the way, can acupuncture cure a cold? If not, go to the hospital."

Saying so, Bo Qingshan was not idle, so he found Nan Jiaojiao's number and dialed it.

"It's strange, I don't accept it."

Bo Yanqing swallowed half a glass of water, and said in a low voice, "She blocked me."

"what?"

Bo Qingshan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes slowly opened, the corner of his mouth could not hold back a grin, and the joy in his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"Well, then you still don't need your mobile phone, and you can't get in anyway."

He boldly patted Bo Yanqing on the shoulder, "It's a good thing that Sister Jiaojiao can think about it. She is still so young and has never seen the world. She thought you were the best. She was confused for a while before, but fortunately her mind is clear. What do you think?" Open it up, it would be good to recognize it early."

Bo Yanqing: "What do I recognize clearly?"

Bo Qingshan sighed, and wanted to save him some face to hide it, so he had to tell the truth: "She is a woman you can't get, third uncle, you are too old."

(End of this chapter)