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

Bo Qingshan tilted his head, "No, if you say no, then there is no."

Bo Yanqing tapped his forehead, not in the mood to joke with him, his dark eyes fell on Qianqian's small face, and he sighed secretly.

"How do you sleep with her in your arms?"

"I don't want to sleep!"

Bo Yanqing gave him a funny look, "I mean Qianqian didn't sleep well, who cares about you, your legs are tall, if she really sleeps like this all night, her neck will hurt tomorrow."

When Bo Qingshan came to his mouth, he choked back immediately.

This time there was no choking, and he carefully hugged Qianqian's shoulders, and slowly pulled out his legs. Bo Yanqing helped, and the two of them were careful not to wake Qianxi up. As soon as they touched the pillow, her face Rubbing, the small broken hair from the sideburns rubbed to the face, lying on the side, the hair was completely suppressed.

Bo Yanqing brushed away a few strands of hair that Sissy almost ate into his mouth, and looked sideways at Bo Qingshan, only to realize that the boy's eyes were not usually red.

"Go to bed and come back tomorrow."

Bo Qingshan refused to leave, and fixed his eyes on Bo Qingshan.

He has always loved this younger sister, and he has never liked to take pictures since he was a child. There is not even a single photo in the room, but there is a photo of Sissy, and the only group photo is with Sissy.

Nan Jiaojiao had asked him back then.

When Cici was mentioned, even his brows and eyes were stained with a smile.

"Third Uncle, Sister Jiaojiao said, Sissy has been poisoned, can the poison be cured?"

Bo Yanqing pressed her eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "I believe in your sister Jiaojiao, she will do her best, but don't always mention it to her, it will cause pressure for no reason."

"I know, I won't ask."

After thinking about it, Bo Qingshan's eyes showed firmness, "I trust her."

Bo Yanqing led him out, "Does your fourth uncle know?"

"No, the fourth uncle left two days ago. He said that he wanted to restore an ancient painting. It was a bit tricky. He couldn't get away, so he lived in the studio. Grandma didn't let anyone tell him."

Bo Yanqing nodded, "Then don't talk about it, unless your fourth uncle asks about it in the future."

Bo Qingshan pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but when he wanted to say something, he had nothing to say.

After leaving Bo's house, Bo Yanqing went directly to Wuyuan.

When Jiang Yu was here, he didn't say anything when he saw him, and asked his servants to arrange a guest room.

Bo Yanqing didn't go to rest, he just sat on the stone bench in the front garden, a tea set was placed on the table, the green smoke and the fragrance of tea lingered around, he poured a cup of tea, thinking about waiting for Nan Jiaojiao to finish her work.

As a result, no one was waiting all night.

The next day, until the evening, still no one was seen.

Bo Yanqing couldn't wait any longer, and went to the medicine garden, just about to knock on the door, when the door was pulled open from inside, Nan Jiaojiao had a cold face, saw him suddenly, her eyes widened slightly, and then she calmly went back.

"How did you come?"

"Pick you up." Bo Yanqing didn't say that he was there last night.

Nan Jiaojiao rubbed her neck, raised her head, just when the sunset light fell on her eyelids, she closed her eyes slightly, and the orange light fell under the eyelids, where there was a faint blue circle.

Bo Yanqing took her into his arms, and squeezed her fingers distressedly, but luckily she didn't catch a cold.

"Didn't sleep last night?"

"I flipped through the files and didn't have time to sleep."

"Didn't you say Mr. Jiang had treated similar illnesses before?"

Mentioning this Nan Jiaojiao made me a little annoyed, "She forgot, otherwise I wouldn't waste time on reviewing the case."

She pushed him lightly, "I'm hungry, I'll ask Aunt Mou to cook me something to eat."