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

"Qingshan?"

Yi Qinghuan paused slightly, "What are you talking about?"

Question her?
a child?

Or who taught him to say that?
Bo Qingshan ignored her surprise, and said to himself: "The third uncle was afraid that Grandma would be worried, so he sent me back. Originally, as long as Qianqian came back tomorrow, what happened to us would never be heard by Grandma. Yi Isn't it too coincidental that my aunt wants to come to my house at this time, and she slips up so precisely?"

"Qingshan!"

Yi Qinghuan rubbed her forehead, "I told you, I'm with Yanchi in the afternoon, and they're going to look for you. I'm afraid that Grandma Bo will come here because of an accident."

The implication is that people have good intentions.

It was his accusation that came too unwarranted.

But Bo Qingshan is thick-skinned, when he doesn't want to look at anyone's face, he has no eyesight.

"After that, Aunt Yi should come less frequently. My grandma is living a good life. Don't let Aunt Yi come here a few times, and tell her leaked things a few times, but she will die short of breath."

Yi Qinghuan stared in disbelief.

Is this what a descendant can say?
"You are too rebellious, who taught you to say this, how sad Grandma Bo heard!"

"Oh, it's my third uncle who's been taking me all the time."

If you want to blame, blame third uncle.

"It's dark, Aunt Yi, be careful on the way back."

Bo Qingshan lowered his eyes, and gave a light sentence, but his attitude was lukewarm, and he didn't even give him a straight look.

The guests were still there, so he turned his head and left.

The back of my head has never felt so handsome.

Yi Qinghuan was so angry that she clenched her gums and clenched her fingers tightly, causing the backs of her hands to turn white, her heart was blocked by a cloud of anger, and she couldn't move up and down. Instead, the scorching heat in her throat burned her eyes. inside.

During this trial, she suddenly realized that she came back too late.

That woman bought off everyone in the Bo family.

Even for a picky person like the old lady, she defended every word, so that she couldn't even get through a gap.

hospital.

Nan Jiaojiao really had a fever.

Bo Yanqing changed two basins of water and wiped her body. In case she was thirsty, he dipped his finger in water and wiped it on her lips.

Finally, in the early morning, the fever subsided.

Bo Yanqing asked a doctor to see it, the wound was slightly inflamed, and the medicine was changed again.

After such a toss, Nan Jiaojiao couldn't fall asleep anymore, she pulled Bo Yanqing onto the bed, the double bed was big enough for two people to lie down, and when she moved in, her body was held back by the hands around her waist, and she was hugged When he went back, his lips were pressed against his neck, his breathing was light, and he could feel the man's Adam's apple rolling up and down at a close distance.

"If you retreat again, you should fall off the bed." He smiled.

Nan Jiaojiao rubbed against his arms, but she didn't dare to use any force, she really couldn't muster much strength.

She can protect Bo Qingshan like a female warrior, but with Bo Yanqing, she would rather be a soft-legged shrimp.

"What did you lose?" Nan Jiaojiao looked at the infusion bag above her head.

"Anti-inflammatory."

Bo Yanqing pulled her hand with the infusion needle over and placed it on his neck, and the quilt covered her shoulders and arms.

"Uncomfortable?"

Nan Jiaojiao moved her head against his shoulder, squinted her eyes, "A little bit, how long will it take?"

"Half an hour."

"Then you stay with me for a while, and you can leave after the infusion. I don't feel well. Go back and help me get some clothes."

She didn't have the nerve to order him directly, so she obediently leaned over and kissed his Adam's apple.

"Are you okay?" His voice was waxy.