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

Chapter 429 The Little Kid Learns to Interpret Yuhua
The light in the living room was not turned on, and the cigarette in Bo Yanqing's hand had never left his mouth, but he was still holding it between his fingers, and the flickering spark could not illuminate half an inch of light.

"Didn't sleep?"

Bo Yanqing immediately extinguished the cigarette and saw Nan Jiaojiao looking for the switch, "Hey, don't turn on the light."

"okay."

Even if it is not turned on, it is not considered dark, and the light outside the window shines in.

When Nan Jiaojiao walked over, he had already stretched out his hand to meet her, so he put his hand in his and sat down next to her.

"Did I wake you up?"

"You didn't even make a sound, so you woke me up somewhere, and I went out to find some water to drink."

"I'll pour it for you."

Bo Yanqing just spread his legs, and then Nan Jiaojiao suddenly hugged his waist.

"Why are you smoking outside alone?"

"Can't sleep," Bo Yanqing sat sideways, wrapping his arms behind her and hugging her, "I'm afraid I'll wake you up, so come out and sit."

In fact, after having Nan Jiaojiao, Bo Yanqing seldom suffered from insomnia.

After just waking up, I couldn't sleep again, so I simply came to the living room, sitting alone was a bit boring, so I smoked a cigarette.

"Want to talk to me?"

Nan Jiaojiao could tell that Bo Yanqing had a strong aura on the surface, and strangers should not enter, but in fact he was very kind, he loved Bao Qingshan, and he also loved Qianqian.

Sissy must have felt bad when something like that happened to him.

But the family's parents are in the same place, even if the old lady Bo came forward and insisted that Qianqian stay in Rongcheng, if the news spread, others would only poke her back in the back.

"What do you want to talk about?" Bo Yanqing leaned back against the sofa, looked down at her and chuckled, "Have you learned how to interpret flowers?"

Nan Jiaojiao shrugged her nose in displeasure, "I'm not young anymore, I can listen."

"Well, you can listen, and I can speak, but I can't speak."

Nan Jiaojiao understood.

It is still difficult for an upright official to break up housework.

"How long will Sissy stay in Rongcheng?"

Bo Yanqing frowned, it depends on how long Zhou Zining intends to stay.

She had done all these despicable things by pretending to be sick, drugging her daughter, avoiding Bo Shuxian, she had no scruples at all.

She was so noisy, she wanted to see what she wanted to do.

"Well, I'm free the day after tomorrow. I'll go and see her."

Bo Yanqing hugged her onto his lap and sat down, with his long fingers running along his cheeks, he smoothed the strands of hair behind his ears, and pinned it down expertly. He tilted his head slightly, leaning against the back of the sofa, and saw that there seemed to be stars hidden in her eyes. .

"I have an engagement the day after tomorrow. I can't push it away. I can't hurry to have dinner with you. I'll pick you up later."

Nan Jiaojiao pressed her shoulders down, hugged his shoulders with her hands, and supported a weight with her elbows bent. This distance was just enough to clearly see the expression on his face.

It was no longer the look at her when she came out of the bedroom just now, that Bo Yanqing was too lonely and desolate.

She pursed her lips, feeling a little itchy, "I want to kiss."

The man laughed.

He raised his head and kissed her.

Turning slightly sideways, Nan Jiaojiao fell off his lap.

She looked back, afraid that her butt would be empty, and suddenly the man's big arms would wrap her waist around her, and she would embrace him.

The kiss fell.

It was a very gentle and tender kiss, treating her like the best treasure in the world.

Gradually, Bo Yanqing's hand on her waist left and rested on her knee, and the other hand did not hug her, but was half propped on the back of the sofa behind her.

Therefore, Nan Jiaojiao had to sit up a little bit, and hugged his neck tightly so as not to fall off.

The moonlight was cool, and the cold wind howled softly. Pieces of light and shadow fell on Nan Jiaojiao's slightly trembling eyelashes, and the man's half-closed eyes seemed to be involved in a soft moonlight.

(End of this chapter)