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

Chapter 770 You Can Return Slowly

Chu Yao was confident: "Am I familiar with him?"

Mo Ting raised his brows deeply, and there was a slight smile in his eyes, "Amplify for you?"

He knew what she wanted without asking.

No sound is the default.

Mo Tingshen turned on the loudspeaker, and put it not in front of Bo Yanqing, but by his hand, so that he could hear every breath clearly. Then, he nodded magnanimously at Bo Yanqing, and pointed his eyes at the screen. on the call screen.

Bo Yanqing: "Small waist?"

Chu Yao ignored him, but there was a burst of electricity coming out of the phone.

She must have dialed a number on another mobile phone, and when the familiar ringtone rang, Bo Yanqing immediately stood up straight.

Until I heard Nan Jiaojiao's voice: "Talk about something."

Chu Yao paused, "Are you choking on me? Who provoked you and got angry on me?"

Nan Jiaojiao didn't speak, she could hear the slight creaking sound in her mouth, the movement of biting off the candy and then biting it into crumbs.

Chu Yao asked: "Where is it?"

"On the way."

"What's on the way?"

Nan Jiaojiao: "There is a way."

Chu Yao asked with a smile: "What else?"

"There are trees."

"anything else?"

"Someone."

The three men listened to their awkward chat with dazed expressions.

Chu Yao changed the subject, "Honey, I asked the director for a day off, and I will rest tomorrow."

"Oh."

"Don't ask me how I'm doing?"

"I don't want to ask."

Chu Yao pretended not to hear, "Isn't tomorrow your birthday, how do you want to live it, I will accompany you."

Bo Yanqing's body tensed for a moment, her shoulders seemed to be lifted by a thread, and she couldn't let it go for a long time.

I couldn't help but took two steps to this side, reaching for my phone, wanting to hear more clearly.

Mo Ting gave him a deep look, directly took the phone to the other hand, and immediately put a distance of at least three steps away from Bo Yanqing.

At this time, Bo Yanqing didn't dare to speak casually, but he didn't expect the man to attack him directly, strangled his neck from behind and strangled him back.

The pain was so painful that the cartilage on the side of Mo Ting's neck was in sharp pain, and he handed him the phone resignedly.

Nan Jiaojiao's voice of gnawing candy can be heard more clearly, she seems to be standing in the wind, the slight cold wind blows over her face, leaks a few strands and blows over her ears, her low voice seems to be wrapped in the cold wind.

"Chu waist."

"Ok?"

"Turn off the speakers."

"Cough cough..." Chu Yao was almost choked to death by himself, and smiled embarrassingly: "Close, close now, don't hang up on my phone."

The next second, the call was cut off.

Bo Yanqing was stunned for a while before throwing the phone on the table.

"You don't know her birthday?" Mo Ting asked deeply.

"I know, but not tomorrow."

When Bo Yanqing watched cartoons with her before, Bo Yanqing asked her what she wanted for her birthday. At that time, Nan Jiaojiao gave him a weird look, and she nestled in his arms without saying a word for a long time.

Bo Yanqing thought she didn't want to say it, so she didn't force it.

After the two episodes of cartoons were finished, she suddenly heard her voice: "I am not born on December 12, but on February 28."

Bo Yanqing immediately thought of the date on her ID card.

That's fake.

"Magnolia blossoms—"

Nan Jiaojiao straightened up, raised her hands up, and Bo Yanqing habitually bowed her head, allowing her to climb up to his shoulders.

That night, Nan Jiaojiao leaned against his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "Mo Shangren, please return home slowly."

Bo Yanqing laughed twice, "Why do you suddenly feel sad, who are you singing goodbye to?"

Nan Jiaojiao bit his neck, "Remember, return slowly."

(End of this chapter)