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

"Don't call, I'll come directly tonight."

Yan Chi was mean, "Are you busy now?"

"Well, sleep with my wife for a while."

Yan Chi stared at this message, and always felt that when Bo Yanqing typed this sentence, there was a strong sense of showing off and sullen pleasure.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he cursed: "Fuck!"

At six o'clock in the evening, Bo Yanqing came with Nan Jiaojiao. As soon as the door opened, many people were already seated inside.

Nan Jiaojiao searched, but did not see Ye Wanting, but there was a girl sitting next to Yan Chi, with a melon-shaped face, finely sculpted eyebrows, a three-dimensional nose, slightly hooked corners of her mouth, and smiling lips.

Nan Jiaojiao indifferently withdrew her gaze.

With a hand around her waist, Bo Yanqing took off her coat and hung it on the hanger at the door. Before the door was closed, he hooked it with his foot. The sound of the door lock bumping startled the people inside, and they all greeted each other.

"Brother Yan, Jiaojiao."

"Brother Yan, Jiaojiao."

"Third brother."

Yan Chi played the cards out of his hand two or three times, walked over and pulled a chair to sit down, picked up a chopstick of shredded beef with celery.

"It's just in time for the meal. The ones that have just arrived are all hot."

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips and smiled.

But when she looked at the dining table, the corners of her mouth collapsed quietly.

"Don't look, you can't eat seafood for the time being, I don't have any." Bo Yanqing leaned over, and others saw that he was just passing by when he moved his position, but it was enough for him to say a few words in Nan Jiaojiao's ear.

He took a bowl of steamed eggs, scooped a spoon and blew them twice. When he was about to feed her, he saw Nan Jiaojiao's unhappy face, turned his hand around, and tapped the corner of her mouth with his index finger, "Be good, okay." Eat it later."

Nan Jiaojiao hid for a while, "I want to eat two snacks first."

"Dim sum is cold, eat some hot pad first."

Bo Yanqing wrapped his arms around Nan Jiaojiao's neck, put the hand holding the bowl in front of her, and coaxed: "Be obedient, open your mouth."

Just as Yi Qinghuan came in, she happened to hear Bo Yanqing coaxing people. She was in a daze for a moment, and eagerly looked for it with her eyes, and she saw the figure sitting at the dining table with her back turned to her.

There was someone in the man's arms. In order to make the man more comfortable, he put his arms on the back of the chair so that the woman's head could rest on him.

This kind of dining chair is European-style, hill-shaped, with wavy lines on both sides gradually lowering, and it's uncomfortable to put your hands on it, but he doesn't even have the slightest sign of weakness.

She forced a smile, and her high heels poked on the ground, "What are you talking about, you're so happy."

"Qing Huan is here?"

Yan Chi turned back, Yi Qinghuan passed by him, took the satchel from her, and hung it on the back of the chair behind him.

Yi Qinghuan sat down next to him, exchanged a few words with Yan Chi, raised her eyes to look at Bo Yanqing, her eyes fell on the face of the person in his arms politely.

"Who is this?"

"Jiaojiao, Brother Yan's wife," Yan Chi introduced her, and then said to Nan Jiaojiao, "This is Yi Qinghuan. We grew up together. We went abroad a few years ago, and we just came back recently. A few times, it happened that you were not there."

Yi Qing smiled and glanced at him, "Is there so much to introduce me?"

"You are not an outsider, so my introduction is still short, just pick a few key points, so that Jiaojiao can get to know you sooner."

Yi Qinghuan's mouth twitched, "You really have a heart."

She looked at Nan Jiaojiao, "Are you okay? You had a bad experience before, and Yan Qing went crazy looking for you. Later, when you were hospitalized, Yan Qing refused to let us come and see you. We didn't see you until today."