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

Chapter 325

I have never heard of being congratulated when you get out of prison.

But it seems to be right.

"Thank you."

Chu Yao complied calmly, stretched out his bent hand resting on the window sill, and buttoned the inside of the car door, and gave Nan Jiaojiao a look.

Ask him: "What's going on?"

About Nan Jiaojiao and Bo Yanqing, Lu Zhenzhen had already told Chu Yao, but she didn't explain in detail, she originally wanted to wait a few days, now that it happened, she simply asked.

Bo Yanqing naturally understood, he put the hand on Nan Jiaojiao's waist around her waist, clasped it, "I'm talking."

"Well," Chu Yao raised his eyebrows, "Let's talk about it, I'm Jiaojiao's natal family, if you treat her badly, even if I can't beat you, I will fight for her if I risk my life. "

Bo Yanqing was not angry, "There won't be that day."

"That's good."

Chu Yao stood back and stared at Nan Jiaojiao, "Honey, I'm very satisfied with the gift you gave me. The show is enough. Go back and sleep well. If you miss me, call me."

Nan Jiaojiao's frowning brows were slightly loosened, and the corners of her lips curved slightly.

As the car drove away, Bo Yanqing jokingly said, "There are quite a lot of people out there for you. If I really treat you badly, these people can kill me."

Nan Jiaojiao patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Come on, be strong."

"Thank you, you can still feel sorry for me."

Bo Yanqing finally figured it out. Nan Jiaojiao has a low EQ, but there are differences anyway, at least she has never been greedy for others.

Yan Chi sent several messages in a row, and while waiting for the red light, Bo Yanqing briefly scanned them.

Typing with one hand: "Tell me the number and go buy it yourself."

Yan Chi: "A small goal."

Bo Yanqing handed him [-] million and added a sentence: "Don't pester her for it."

"Good Le!"

Yan Chi held the warm money and went directly to Kill League to place an order.

The gun assembled by Nan Jiaojiao cannot be bought in the market at all. The only one who can make this kind of gun is Kill League. Unfortunately, Kill League asks for too high a price. As a result, many forces dare not place orders.

Yan Chi had placed several orders before, and only once or twice, the other party picked up the order. Later, when he went again, they directly doubled the price and told him clearly that he did not want to accept it.

But Nan Jiaojiao's submachine gun really made him greedy, so he went to Kill League again, try it, in case it succeeds.

At the door of Mo's house, Yan Chi said hello and left.

"All the apartments you lived in before are there. Which one do you want to live in? I'll take you there."

Chu Yao ignored Mo Tingshen, and when she couldn't hear him, she stepped on her high heels and walked in, along the wall, to pick some flowers in the glass greenhouse.

Mo Ting stood at the door.

She came out, didn't look at him, just plucked the flowers in her hand, "What are you going to do, I think it's unlucky."

Mo Ting frowned deeply, "There are several new ones in the city center, which were renovated a few months ago, and I haven't lived in them before."

"I'll pick again tomorrow, I'm tired."

Chu Yao walked into the villa, asked a servant for a vase, she took some water, put the flowers in it, and carried it to the bedroom on the third floor, only to find that there was a big lock on the door when she arrived, and the corridor was very clean. Only in this room, the dust under the crack of the door cannot be swept away. It has accumulated a layer over the years, and it is so thick that the light cannot shine through.

"Second, Second Miss, Madam sealed your room herself." The two servants were waiting on this floor, and when they saw her standing here for a long time, they bravely came over.

(End of this chapter)