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

Chapter 768 Who the hell is willing to spoil you

The laughter has substance, and the irony is stronger.

"Who the hell is willing to spoil you!"

It was as if Bo Yanqing had been hit in the back of the head with a sap.

He never thought that one day Nan Jiaojiao would swear at him.

It's not that she doesn't know how to speak, but she doesn't want to speak, Yan Chi and the others usually talk a lot, and all the girls present will blush and shy, but Nan Jiaojiao's face is normal.

She is willing to put on a ladylike airs in front of people, and everyone can see that she is too good-natured. When the word "fucking" comes out of her mouth, it seems to be biting love words.

But his face was really angry.

Nan Jiaojiao raised her hand, "Do you still want to hold it?"

Bo Yanqing didn't want to let go, but he also knew that if he stalked her at this time, she wouldn't listen to a word, and would be even more angry.

He wanted to say something, but Nan Jiaojiao pulled her hand back impatiently.

Without rolling his eyes, he turned and left.

Xu Shu was right outside the door, he must have just come back not long ago, it was inconvenient to go in, stood at the door and listened for a few words, the door was pulled open from the inside, and there was a "bang" when it fell on the wall, he suddenly felt guilty of being caught Feeling, the usual calm and prudent was of no use, I was so panicked that I wanted to back up, but I forgot that there was someone standing behind me.

After going out, Nan Jiaojiao stopped, and looked over impartially.

Xu Shu didn't dare to meet her eyes, and hastily put the medicine bag in his hand into Mo Ting's deep arms.

After he realized how redundant this action was, he blushed, and when he looked back, Nan Jiaojiao had already left.

His hands were in the pockets of the fat down jacket. Fortunately, he was tall and had long legs, so he was not squeezed into a ball by the clothes with such poor aesthetics.

"Jiaojiao, are you leaving? Come and play when you are free." Xu Shu greeted her.

Nan Jiaojiao didn't look back, she just raised one hand and waved at him, she still held the finished drink bottle in her hand, and threw the empty bottle when she turned the corner.

"Why are you panicking?" Mo Ting said with a deep smile.

Xu Shu wiped his forehead, good guy, he can't even break out in a cold sweat, it scares him!

"Aren't you guilty of being caught eavesdropping on others?"

After a pause, Xu Shu suddenly raised his head, "That's right, didn't you eavesdrop just now?"

"Yes, I eavesdropped." Mo Ting's brows were deep and joyful, "I just heard that sentence - who the hell would like to spoil you."

Xu Shu couldn't help laughing, "Restrain yourself, it's not very proper to speak small things in front of others."

"Is it?"

Do they really think that this door has a barrier?

Just stand at the door and talk about it aboveboard.

Strangely, there was no movement inside.

What's the point of singing the oboe? At this time, we have to see how embarrassed the person is after being scolded.

What can be seen is Bo Yanqing, who is leaning against the edge of the table and playing with a lighter with his head down.

There was still a cigarette in his fingertips, and he didn't light it. He opened and closed the flip of the lighter with the same hand. The flame jumped twice at his fingertips, and then went out again soon.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Mo Ting asked deliberately.

He hooked a chair with his toes, and when he was about to move it, he stopped for a moment, and grabbed the back of the chair with his hands to carry it over, so as not to let the chair's legs slide across the ground, which would make the people downstairs feel irritable.

He purposely sat at an angle where Bo Yanqing could see it as soon as he lowered his head.

"What are you doing here?" Bo Yanqing asked.

Mo Ting replied cheerfully: "Come here to see your jokes, I'm afraid I won't have a chance next time."

Bo Yanqing laughed coldly, lit the cigarette, took out the cigarette case, and threw it on the desk together with the lighter.

"Is it a gift in return?"

Last time, Bo Yanqing went to Minglun to watch Mo Tingshen's joke.

This time it was Mo Tingshen's turn.

(End of this chapter)