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

Chapter 872 Bo Yanqing's Beauty
Instead of leaning his head against the armrest of the sofa, his neck rests on the armrest, so his head is slightly tilted back. The raised Adam's apple and neck line are in the dark color, but there is a kind of sexy that is close to elegance and decadence.

The loveseat was too narrow for him, with one leg bent and the other stretched out.

"Bo Yanqing?"

Nan Jiaojiao bent over and asked, "Are you okay?"

The man didn't respond.

With this posture, she has no patience.

After asking a question, he got up.

Bo Yanqing suddenly hooked her waist and hugged her back.

He sat up and wrapped her in his arms, a strong breath came from the back of his neck, he rested his chin on Nan Jiaojiao's shoulder, eyes still closed, "Why are you here?"

Nan Jiaojiao struggled uncomfortably, and he tightened his arms around her waist. He didn't use any force, but he didn't give her a chance to break free.

"Didn't you say you were uncomfortable?"

Bo Yanqing half-opened his eyes, and gave her a light glance, his breath leaned toward her face, and swept across her neck scorchingly.

His voice was very hoarse, "I said it was uncomfortable, and you came?"

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips and turned her head away.

Bo Yanqing brushed her hair, "You came here without blowing your hair?"

"Ah."

"Wait."

Bo Yanqing hugged her into the sofa, and his long legs stretched out from under her legs.

He took out the hair dryer from the bathroom and tried blowing it a few times, but it suddenly broke.

Nan Jiaojiao was embarrassed for him, she had never seen someone who was so romantic and took off so quickly, "Then what, stop blowing, the wind blowing all the way when I came here is almost dry."

It's okay if she doesn't say anything, but when she did, the man's face immediately darkened.

"I'm not afraid of a headache when my hair is wet and blowing cold wind."

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, he seemed to be scolding her, and his tone sounded very heavy.

After being dazed for a while, he was so cowardly that he shut up.

Bo Yanqing pressed to turn on a warm lamp, he called the inside line to ask the waiter to bring up the hair dryer, he hung up and didn't come back, he just stood there with one hand in his trouser pocket, took out half a pack of cigarettes, and shook out a familiar With the filter in his mouth, he pulled it out.

He tilted his head to light a cigarette.

I raised my hand to help.

Put your other hand in your trouser pocket.

It was only then that Nan Jiaojiao noticed that he had taken off his suit. Just now, she stepped on the coat that was thrown into the sofa. At this moment, he was wearing a shirt with one cuff button unbuttoned. The buttons were also unbuttoned. His arms were half bent, casting a semi-curved shadow on the wall. His shoulder blades were broad, and he was dressed in a black shirt and black trousers to make him tall and tall. The wind was coming from nowhere. , got in from his neckline, and the shirt bulged like a sail.

Nan Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment.

No matter what time it is, she always admires Bo Yanqing's beauty.

He should have stood by the wall on purpose, whether it was himself or the shadow on the wall, both...

Riding a horse is sexy as hell!
Soon, the waiter knocked on the door to deliver a hair dryer.

Bo Yanqing went to open the door, he took the hair dryer, and snuffed out the unfinished cigarettes in the ashtray on the shoe cabinet.

He went inside and found an outlet by the dining table.

"Jiaojiao, come here."

Nan Jiaojiao quickly recovered, "Oh."

When he walked over, Bo Yanqing pulled out the chair, with her waist still bent, Nan Jiaojiao went around him and sat directly on the dining chair.

Bo Yanqing withdrew his hand, placed it on the armrest of the dining chair naturally, and looked at her with downcast eyes.

"Want to sit and let me blow-dry your hair?"

Nan Jiaojiao asked, "Isn't that what you mean?"

"You think beautiful."

Bo Yanqing picked her up with his hands, as easily as carrying a child. He sat down by himself, and then put Nan Jiaojiao on his lap, and the hands around her waist turned into an embrace.

He hugged her and pressed her in his arms.

(End of this chapter)