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

At that time, Bo Yanqing didn't quite understand, but the way she was nestled in his arms and acted like a baby made him very happy.

"Okay, I will remember."

After the words fell, he pulled her out of his arms and pressed her lips.

Nan Jiaojiao was very proactive that night.

"What are you thinking about?" Mo Ting shook his hand in front of Bo Yanqing.

As a result, he was stared at.

"Ask Chu Yao to do me a favor and bring Jiaojiao to Shengyue Mansion tomorrow."

Mo Ting raised his eyebrows deeply, "Why, want to celebrate her birthday?"

"Ah."

"Then why don't you invite someone yourself?"

Bo Yanqing: "I'm afraid I won't move."

Regardless of whether she comes or not, he will coax her tomorrow, and he will follow her when she vents all her anger at him. This time he really realized that he made a big mistake. Absolutely refuse to see him again.

It's okay for him to admit his cowardice, admit his mistake, and pull his face down.

It's not like it hasn't been done before.

Mo Ting sneered deeply: "It's strange that you are at a loss."

"I said, two, are you ready to chat? Hurry up and get out after you finish talking. This is my office, not a smoking area!"

Xu Shu endured it for a long time, but couldn't bear it anymore, the windows were all open, and even the wind blowing in couldn't disperse the smoke from the two old smokers.

"Hurry up, I'm still on duty."

Bo Yanqing and Mo Tingshen laughed at the same time. When they left, they choked out their cigarettes and threw them into the paper cups. When they were soaked by the water underneath, two strands of black threads emerged.

Bo Yanqing raised his hand to block the mouth of the cup, just in time to snuff out the black thread.

He didn't go home directly, but drove the car downstairs to Famous.

Without opening the convertible, she looked through the front windshield to the bedroom where she was, and the lights were kept on until late at night.

Nan Jiaojiao was sitting behind the window, the tulle inside the curtains were closed, and the desk lamp reflected her figure on the curtains. She held a book in her hand and flipped through the pages according to the frequency.

Anyone who looked at it seemed to be unaffected.

If Bo Yanqing didn't know her well, she would only pretend to be serious when her heart was disturbed, and it didn't matter if she really believed her.

After the lights were turned off, he sat in the car for a while before leaving.

Early in the morning, Nan Jiaojiao was woken up by the ringtone, and took out her phone irritably. She saw six missed calls on the screen, and then Ye Congwen called.

"Jiaojiao, are you awake?"

Nan Jiaojiao said angrily, "You're bothering me so much, can you wake me up?"

"How do you talk to Dad!"

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, and let out a long breath, "Tell me something."

Ye Congwen was choked. He had just put on his father's airs, but a reprimand failed to achieve the desired effect, and was blocked by Nan Jiaojiao. He didn't hide his perfunctory when talking to him. I regret making this call.

"Do you know what day it is today?"

"I know, Ye Shiqing's birthday."

"You child..." Ye Congwen's tone became less forceful, "Isn't it also your birthday, you and Shiqing were born in the same birth."

Nan Jiaojiao opened her eyes, looked at the dusty ceiling above her head, and said without emotion: "Oh, that's right."

"When you come to the old house, everyone celebrates your birthday. Even if you move out, everyone remembers you. Your grandfather asked me to bring you with you. Dress up nicely. Oh, by the way, do you have any clothes and jewelry?"

Nan Jiaojiao sneered, celebrating her birthday?
Today belongs only to Ye Shiqing.

The year she was just recognized, Nan Jiaojiao went to Ye's house full of expectations, but Ye Shiqing was only surrounded by Ye Shiqing. She was deliberately left out like an outsider, and the servants didn't even look at her .