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

Lu Jinyang's face froze, and he didn't knock down with his raised fingers.

Really Nan Jiaojiao?
He made a perfunctory excuse and asked the nurse to point him out to remember the ward, then pretended to answer the phone and walked away.

When he reached a secluded place, he called Bo Yanqing.

After two rings, it was picked up, as if the phone was held in the hand.

"Speak quickly."

Lu Jinyang choked for a moment, and Bo Yanqing snapped back what he had managed to organize.

"Brother Yan, when did you come back?"

"Just arrived."

"Oh," Lu Jinyang looked at the deep darkness outside the window, the light couldn't illuminate a few inches, he had a stalk in his throat, and asked tentatively, "Then you saw my sister-in-law, right?"

"Not yet, I'm at the bar, waiting for her to pick me up."

"Ah, yes, is it?" Lu Jinyang's eyes wandered.

I vaguely heard the sound of Bo Yanqing pressing the lighter.

"Jiaojiao is sleepy. She must be angry when I wake her up. I don't feel at ease when she comes all the way here. I'm afraid she'll find me. She's always on the phone. If you're not serious, hang up."

Lu Jinyang couldn't bear to hold back in his heart. He tossed and turned, wanted to say something but dared not say it, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally said: "It's okay, let's have a drink together when we have time."

"Row."

Bo Yanqing answered him and hung up the phone.

He was in the bar at the moment, originally in the box, but in order to wait for Nan Jiaojiao, he changed to a booth near the door.

As soon as Nan Jiaojiao came in, the blue sweater on her body was shone by the light, like a clear spring dripping in her heart.

Just as Bo Yanqing was about to call her, he felt dizzy when he stood up, and fell back again.

Footsteps could be heard next to his ears, and then, a pair of hands rested on his arms.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the tea table, there was only a glass of lemonade, and it was so clean that not a single wine bottle was seen.

"Did you drink or not? How did you get so drunk?"

Bo Yanqing slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were deep, and he looked at her for a moment, his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of drunkenness, his half-closed eyes couldn't be seen clearly, but from a pile of colorful lights and shadows, I saw Nan Jiaojiao clearly.

I couldn't move my sight away.

"Are you scared on the way here?"

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head, "Don't be afraid, I came here by car."

"So nice."

Bo Yanqing stretched out his hand to her, wanting to hug her, but Nan Jiaojiao made a mistake, and took the initiative to lean over, with her head down, wanting to be touched by him.

He paused for a moment, then shifted his arms around her waist to his shoulders, palmed the back of her head and hugged her into his arms.

"Shu Xian is very drunk, I don't feel at ease, let Han Che stay in the apartment to take care of him, Han Chuan has a flight early in the morning, so I can only look for you."

The breath of his words was right next to his ears, Nan Jiaojiao hid in his neck, blinked, "If you don't look for me, who are you looking for, is there anyone out there?"

Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows, and said with a light smile, "I dare not." "Let's go home first, shall we?"

"it is good."

Nan Jiaojiao came out of his arms and helped him up. She was about to use force, but found that it was very easy to support him. He supported himself, and instead of pressing her shoulders, he put his arms around her waist and hugged her.

Nan Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, then leaned sideways to look at him, "You don't seem to be drunk, you obviously have strength."

"Why would you want to tire you?" Bo Yanqing smiled, rubbed the top of her hair, and suppressed her curious baby-like eyes by the way, "I didn't drink much, but I can hold on."

He said that, but Nan Jiaojiao knew him well. Bo Yanqing had always been very restrained when it came to alcohol, and he was rarely seen drunk.