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

Mo Tingshen walked in a hurry.

Chu Yao was the only one who could make him emotionally unstable.

Nan Jiaojiao seemed to be aware of it, took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and walked to Bo Yanqing's side.

He stretched out his hand to hold her, and sat down next to her, "Why are you here, are you full?"

"I'll wait for the shrimp."

Nan Jiaojiao asked, "Where did Mo Tingshen go?"

Bo Yanqing narrowed his eyes, "Why did you suddenly ask him?"

"What happened to Chu Yao?"

Bo Yanqing sighed inwardly, why is this girl so vigilant, "He's gone home, his mother's mood is a little unstable, he went back to comfort her."

While talking, Bo Yanqing reached into Nan Jiaojiao's pocket, and took out the phone to her, "Chu Yao is fine, Yan Chi sent her home, if you are worried, call him and ask him."

Zhen took the phone over, but instead of calling Yanchi, he called Chu Yao.

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, "Six o'clock? Forget it, I won't get up."

"Then you have to be early. Her six o'clock plane said she had picked up a variety show, and the card finished recording two months before the start of the TV series."

"Where's the Chuyao people?"

Lu Zhenzhen laughed, "Go to bed early, baby, don't always suffer with an old man like Bo Yanqing."

Bo Yanqing's eyes were soft, and he glanced sideways at her, "The old man is going to peel the shrimp for you."

Everything was reasonable, Nan Jiaojiao gradually felt relieved.

Bo Yanqing tapped her forehead, "Spoof!"

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him.

Nan Jiaojiao faintly felt that something was wrong, "Why don't you go to her house?"

Bo Yanqing didn't chase her, but he also got up, and with his long legs, he quickly caught up with her.

Uh……

"What are you going to do? She didn't bring the key with her when she went out, and the bag is still with Sister Mi. When Sister Mi brings me the key, it will be dawn soon."

The bell rang for a long time, and when it was about to hang up automatically, I heard a female voice: "Jiaojiao?"

Nan Jiaojiao silently looked at Bo Yanqing without blinking.

"Is there something on my face?" he asked.

……

Lu Zhenzhen got out of the car and walked quickly to the spot of the accident.

"No." Nan Jiaojiao put the phone back into her pocket without changing her face: "Lu Zhenzhen said you are an old man."

Nan Jiaojiao obediently let him hold her hand, "Thank you."

"Yes, at my house. Yan Chi picked her up. She was very drunk. I happened to drive by and brought Chu Yao to my house."

Bo Yanqing: "..."

Stretching out his hand, he grabbed her hand and squeezed his palm.

"It's lying down. I just vomited all over me. I just washed it. I probably can't talk to you. You can ask her tomorrow."

Nan Jiaojiao asked him, "What are you doing?"

Nan Jiaojiao was on the verge of speaking, she was startled, "Zhenzhen? Are you with Chu Yao?"

"Okay, then you take care of it, and I'll come over tomorrow morning."

After she finished speaking, she got up and ran.

Chu Yao was still in the car and was not rescued. The body rolled over and she happened to be crushed underneath. Her body was stuck in the steering wheel. The front windshield was broken. Looking in through the window, Chu Yao was unconscious. A lot of broken glass was pierced on his neck, and blood flowed all over his face.

It's shocking to watch!

Her mobile phone was within reach. When Nan Jiaojiao called, Lu Zhenzhen just arrived. Without hesitation, she went back to her car, closed the windows tightly, and isolated the noise outside, pretending to be casual , dealt with it.

When she came back, the police had already arrived at the scene.

Yan Chi's face darkened, and he was negotiating with the police. The surveillance initially concluded that another car drove out suddenly, but Chu Yao's car didn't slow down, and the two cars collided to cause the accident.