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

Chapter 877
Yan Chi hastily hung up the phone.

After waiting for a long time, his mind was almost at war with heaven and man, and finally someone came to open the door.

Just opened the distance of a palm's width, Yan Chi couldn't wait, and pushed the door open.

Yi Qinghuan was knocked back, clutching the towel tightly.

Yan Chi glanced at her, his whole brain was struck by lightning, "Why are you dressed like this?"

"I……"

Yi Qinghuan cried before, her eyes were swollen, her shoulders and arms were sprained a lot, Yan Chi was a person who had experienced it, so she had to think about it.

He raised his hand to stop Yi Qinghuan, and now he didn't want to hear a word from her, so he walked in quickly and took a look at Bo Yanqing.

The person has not woken up yet, and is fast asleep.

Incense burns in the room, and the smell of love after love.

Yan Chi's whole body exploded, he felt a pain in his head.

He asked a question that was particularly reluctant but had to be asked: "Last night...was it you?"

Yi Qinghuan shook her head in a trance, biting her lip firmly, she was standing against the wall, barefoot, her hair was disheveled, half of her face was covered by her hair, and her frightened expression could still be seen.

Yan Chi smelled a strong smell of alcohol in the air.

He rubbed his forehead.

"Yi Qinghuan, do you know how much trouble you have caused, how could it be you, how could it be you!"

"I... can't help it, I don't know how, it's here."

"Could it be Brother Yan who dragged you in!"

Yan Chi still didn't give up, and quickly walked up to Yi Qinghuan, "Let me ask you, when did you come, and when you came, was there anyone else in the room besides Brother Yan?"

Yi Qinghuan looked up in a daze, "Who could it be?"

Yan Chi was stunned.

It's over! It's over!

No, it's not over yet, he took off his coat and put it on Yi Qinghuan, and dragged her out, "What's going on, I'll ask carefully later, you can't stay here now, I'll take you to the next door, your room Is it next door?"

These people have long-term booked rooms in various high-end consumer places in Rongcheng.

After Yi Qinghuan came back, she also opened one, which was next door to Bo Yanqing.

However, as soon as he walked into the corridor, Yan Chi suddenly felt a chill all over.

A figure stood in the corridor, the sunlight falling from the window just shone on that person, and the shadow under his feet stretched to Yan Chi's feet in a straight line.

He had a bad intuition, raised his head, and met Nan Jiaojiao's eyes.

"Jiaojiao..."

Yan Chi subconsciously hid Yi Qinghuan behind her back.

But this move doesn't feel right.

He was helping to hide what he was doing, wasn't he trying to cover it up, and he was covering it up so clumsily, right under the eyes of others, maybe one of his movements made Nan Jiaojiao feel that he was closer to Yi Qinghuan Some.

It's a pity that it's too late, it's all in vain.

Nan Jiaojiao had already seen it.

She just came out of Pei Dongshi's place, and she was very upset.

She can go home directly, thinking that Bo Yanqing slept last night, so she has to take responsibility.

Fortunately, she came back, otherwise how could I see this.

As she walked, Nan Jiaojiao took out the shredded tobacco from the pouch, twisted it into the pot, struck a match and lit it, holding it horizontally, and walked up to Yan Chi step by step.

She took a puff, and when the smoke in her mouth was exhausted, she said, "What are you blocking, I'm blind?"

Yan Chi broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked at Nan Jiaojiao, and suddenly had the feeling of seeing Jiang Yu. The aura was too scary, especially the posture of holding the cigarette rod, which was exactly the same as Jiang's. When those eyes stared at her, it was easy to make people panic.

(End of this chapter)