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

Chapter 752 What Do You Think Of Me?
Nan Jiaojiao was taken aback for a moment, and opened her mouth, but she didn't say a word.

Such a reaction fell into Bo Yanqing's eyes, his complexion immediately sank, and the anger that had been suppressed for two days burst out. He left Bo's house in the capital, and wanted to return to her side even in the middle of the night, but when he opened the door, he was in vain. He gave each other a chance to help her cover up the lie, but she was taking care of other men in the hospital, and this kind of thing was actually heard from a friend.

Fortunately, Lu Jinyang is one of his own, but anyway, this kind of thing is very embarrassing for a man.

He always thought that Nan Jiaojiao was innocent and always wanted to protect her and pamper her. She was not perfect, but he just liked her. The only thing he couldn't stand was her deception.

The child said "Mommy", what she heard when she passed the nurse's station, and her reaction at this time.

racking his brains for excuses to put him off—

What a disappointment!

"Is there such a thing?"

Bo Yanqing grasped the aluminum sheet tightly, and the sharp corners were cut in the palm of his hand. He clenched his fist more and more tightly, and raised his hand to rub under the tip of his nose.

The corners of his lips curled into self-mockery, his anger couldn't hold back, and his low voice was full of depression: "You can take care of your friends, you can adopt children, you can, even if I'm not here, you should tell me anyway, so that you won't fight I was caught off guard, Nan Jiaojiao, it was late at night, do you know what time I go home, it’s almost dawn, and you’re not at home, so I coaxed you to the bar, okay, it’s inconvenient for you to have a secret I said, but after that time, at least restrain yourself, you actually went to the hospital without telling me, and shared the bed with another man, what do you think I am?"

Nan Jiaojiao's face turned pale, and she raised her head abruptly, her eyes flickering violently.

Bo Yanqing clenched his hands so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands burst out, and the force stretched along his arms to his face. In the dim light, the man's sharp-edged face became colder and colder.

The coldness in his eyes seemed to be frozen, and his thin lips stretched into a straight line. After a long time, he didn't let go of his breath, and when he spoke again, his voice seemed to float on a layer of air pressure, faintly trembling: " Can't come out?"

Nan Jiaojiao couldn't say "I didn't", because she was indeed carried to a bed by Ye Hannian.

"It wasn't me... I took the initiative, I fell asleep on the sofa, and then..."

"enough!"

Bo Yanqing interrupted her sharply, suddenly unwilling to listen to a word.

Before leaving, he threw something at Nan Jiaojiao's feet.

It was an aluminum sheet of anti-inflammatory medicine, and the original shape could not be seen, but the corners that were squeezed out were covered with blood.

His hand is hurt!
Nan Jiaojiao chased to the door, grabbing the corner of his clothes without thinking.

"Let go!"

She bit her lip, and carefully put some more into the palm of her hand. The gritty texture of the suit slid across her palm. She was afraid that she would not be able to grasp it stably, so she exerted all her strength with every finger.

"Bo Yanqing..."

She spoke in a low voice, like a whimpering little beast, "Are you not going to want me again?"

Bo Yanqing's whole body trembled, and her shoulders were tense and aching.

He turned around suddenly, strangled Nan Jiaojiao's waist and pushed her against the wall, stared into her eyes, and said word by word: "Who the fuck is going to say?"

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to speak, but the strength in his hands was too great, she let out a low cry of pain, and had the illusion that her waist was about to be cut off by him.

The porch didn't turn on the light, and Bo Yanqing's eyes and facial features were all immersed in the darkness, a layer of shadow covered his tightly knit eyebrows, the heavy breath was next to his ears, and the vigorous anger was scattered in his breath.

"Nan Jiaojiao..."

(End of this chapter)