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

Chapter 562 We Can Laugh at You

Chu Yao tugged on his sleeve.

Mo Ting did not move.

"Brother, good night."

The man frowned unconsciously, sighed secretly, bent down, pulled the quilt to a suitable height, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Chu Yao let go of his hand, and he walked out, turning down the rolled up cuffs. When he exerted his left hand hard, he seemed to hear him grunting.

She twitched the corners of her lips slightly, smiled, hid her face under the quilt, the smile disappeared, stared at the dimmed light in the living room for a while, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Mo Ting went to the balcony outside the living room, closed the glass sliding door, shook out a cigarette, and just lit it when Bo Yanqing called.

"I heard from Yan Chi that you want to recuperate at home?"

"En." Mo Ting took a deep breath of smoke rings.

Bo Yanqing was also lighting a cigarette, and the sound of the lighter rubbing just fell into his ears. He said slowly, "Listen to Xu Shu, the knife you stabbed in your chest was very ruthless, who did it?"

Mo Ting recalled it deeply, "Third brother, are you making fun of me too?"

Bo Yanqing laughed: "Really not coming?"

"I won't go tonight, I can't drink, it's a disappointment."

"How can you spoil the fun?" Bo Yanqing smiled softly, "We can laugh at you."

Mo Ting's voice was hoarse: "I owe you!"

"It seems that the lightning that struck you has found its way, and you will suffer some of the retribution."

Bo Yanqing just walked up to the elevator, put his hand holding the cigarette on top of the trash can, and flicked the cigarette ash, "The Mo family hasn't moved yet?"

"Mo Li is in a coma, wait until he wakes up."

Is it?

Comatose.

It's time to pass out.

Mrs. Mo actually didn't make a fuss.

Inside and outside Mo's house, it was as quiet as a tomb, and people were in a state of panic. Looking at it from a distance during the day, there was a sense of silence and awe.

Bo Yanqing had always known Mo Tingshen's temper, and looked at the gentle and smiling face, hiding a brutal method of killing, he had already put him under surveillance, and it would be a matter of time before he was deposed.

It's not easy for others to meddle in other people's housework. Bo Yanqing is not a gossip. He made this call specially to remind: "Don't make too much noise, it's hard to handle."

"know."

The two chatted for a few more words before hanging up the phone. Mo Tingshen smoked two cigarettes in a row, his body was cold from the wind, and the wound on his left chest was throbbing with pain, so he went back inside.

Over there, when the elevator opened, Bo Yanqing's eyes were still on the phone, with a slight smile on his lips.

Nan Jiaojiao happened to be standing outside the elevator, holding a cup of milk tea in her hand, looking at him calmly.

As soon as Bo Yanqing looked up, he saw her, and stepped out of the elevator, "Come out to pick me up?"

"I'll send Wanting back to the lounge, she wants to study."

The man stretched out his hand to hold her, Nan Jiaojiao hid for a while, squinted at him, then silently looked back, and suddenly asked: "Is there a dog outside?"

"what?"

Bo Yanqing almost didn't realize it, remembering that Nan Jiaojiao asked him this before.

"You laughed so hard just now."

Nan Jiaojiao had an upright expression of "I got caught".

Bo Yanqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and nodded her forehead, "Where am I going to find a dog, do I have the guts?"

Nan Jiaojiao ignored him, he stretched out his hand again, but she avoided it again.

"It's Mo Tingshen. Talk to him about something."

"Oh."

Nan Jiaojiao was very satisfied that he took the initiative to explain, she stretched out her hand consciously, and raised her fingertips at him.

Bo Yanqing was very sensible, took her hand and walked towards the box.

"Come back to Bo Mansion with me tomorrow?"

(End of this chapter)