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

Chapter 316 Chu Yao Gets Out of Prison
Nan Jiaojiao took a look, her brows were quite pale.

Lu Zhenzhen sent another one: [Shengyue Mansion. 】

She didn't reply and put away her phone.

It took three hours to go to the private kitchen for dinner with Bo Yanqing, and then go back to Famous.

At night, when Bo Yanqing wanted to make out with her, Nan Jiaojiao hid back, "It's not convenient, that one is here."

The man pressed his eyebrows, and a different emotion flashed in his deep eyes. He hugged Nan Jiaojiao into his arms, "Rubbing for you?"

Nan Jiaojiao grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach.

Bo Yanqing lifted her pajamas, rubbed her palms against her belly in a clockwise direction, very gently and softly, exerted a lot of strength on her wrists, Nan Jiaojiao's hands hidden under the quilt were wrapped around his arms, and she could feel the veins clearly. blue veins.

"Bo Yanqing." She murmured in a low voice.

"Huh?" he replied.

"Bo Yanqing."

"here I am."

"Bo Yanqing." Nan Jiaojiao buried her face in his arms, lay on her side next to him, and suddenly grabbed his clothes.

He was wearing a silk pajamas with a round neck. Nan Jiaojiao tugged on it twice, getting irritable and anxious.

He took off his shirt directly.

Nan Jiaojiao was startled, and pressed closer to him, her hair was spread on her cheeks, her warm breath was on his heart, and her breath was a bit stuffy.

"do not move."

Bo Yanqing wanted to brush her hair away, but was stopped by her delicate voice.

After a while, I heard her tense up, and her voice was slightly crying, "Bo Yanqing..."

He responded lightly: "Go to sleep, I'll rub it for you."

Nan Jiaojiao buried her face in his arms again, the tears from the corners of her eyes rubbed onto his body, bleeding a little.

Time went back to three hours ago.

Chu Yao walked out of the prison without a piece of luggage. She was wearing an outdated knit dress and a light brown woolen jacket. Whoever wore the clothes on her body, even the buttons were worth a hundred times.

Her figure is not out of shape, and she is still the same as three years ago, with a bulging front and a slender waist.

The cold light of the evening shone on her body, and there was a gust of wind blowing from nowhere. She narrowed her eyes, slipped her hand into her pocket, took out a cigarette, and walked straight to Lu Zhenzhen.

"Miss, let's make a fire."

Lu Zhenzhen sneered: "Yan asked who asked for it?"

She reached into the car without looking at it, and took out the lighter.

Chu Yao didn't even bend his waist, and didn't raise his hand to cover it. After lighting the cigarette, he took a sip in his mouth, raised his eyes and glanced at the prison behind, "One sister gave it to me, it's my fan."

"Blow it and you will."

Lu Zhenzhen opened the car door and sat in, Chu Yao followed into the car, complaining: "You have only opened the car door for Jiaojiao in your life!"

Lu Zhenzhen gave her a kind white eye, "Can you compare with Jiao Bao'er, she is too weak to take care of herself, why don't you, a thunderbolt king flower, have the nerve to compare, thanks to your opening your mouth."

Chu Yao didn't break up with her, and when he got in the car, he glanced at the back seat, didn't hold back, and asked, "Will my big baby come to pick me up?"

Lu Zhenzhen: "Do you want to be beaten?"

Chu Yao smiled, "It's fine if you don't come, or you can coax her later. Although my big baby is hypocritical, it's easy to handle."

"I told her that we're going to Shengyue Mansion to eat. Now you pray to the Bodhisattva and make a wish that she can come."

That is impossible.

Chu Yao didn't expect Nan Jiaojiao to forgive her. Back then, Nan Jiaojiao had only her and Lu Zhenzhen by her side, and she was more emotionally dependent on her.

When she was thrown back from the border, Nan Jiaojiao was only half alive, and even the doctor informed them to prepare for the funeral.

(End of this chapter)