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

Chapter 921 Tell Me A Fairy Tale

She was muffled, as if she had just woken up.

Bo Yanqing teased her: "Did you fall asleep for two hours?"

"what."

Bo Yanqing smiled, "Have you arrived at the hotel yet? Who will pick you up? Have you had dinner yet?"

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at Chu Yao on the opposite side, and handed her the phone. Chu Yao didn't want to answer it, but she still said to the phone out of face: "Here, I'll answer it, and I'll have dinner with me."

The tenderness in the man's eyebrows and eyes retracted a little, annoyed that his girl is really a tiger, so she just let others listen to the phone.

With a more serious voice, he called out, "Jiaojiao?"

"here I am."

Bo Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, "Eat first, then call me after returning to your room."

"Ah."

Either "ah" or "um", she deserved it.

Even Chu Yao couldn't help complaining: "You are so cold, I feel that Bo Yanqing is like a licking dog."

Nan Jiaojiao rested her chopsticks on the bottom of the bowl and poked lightly. Looking up, her eyes were blue and her face was full of tiredness, "For whom did I come back in the middle of the night? Not coming?"

That's what she said, but Nan Jiaojiao's suspicious and clear eyes were clearly mocking.

How could there be something that Chu Yao couldn't handle.

She is a domineering flower in the crew, and no one dares to mess with her.

"I just miss you. I want to see you sooner. I'm only happy when you're here."

Nan Jiaojiao immediately replied, "I'm not happy!"

Chu Yao answered the words cautiously, "Why are you unhappy?"

"Sexual discord."

"Cough..." Chu Yao covered his mouth and almost spat, "You should be more tactful, why don't I send two little fresh meats to your room at night to make you happy?"

Nan Jiaojiao frowned tightly, "If I don't send it off sooner, I will make up with Bo Yanqing."

"..."

After returning to the room, Nan Jiaojiao called Bo Yanqing back, and she was picked up after one ring, and he asked, "Are you alone this time?"

"I've taken a shower."

Bo Yanqing took a deep breath, "It's late at night, you don't want to tell me this."

"Why?" Nan Jiaojiao said in a natural tone, "Shouldn't you take a bath before going to bed?"

"You're right……"

Nan Jiaojiao turned on the speakerphone on the phone, put it aside casually, dug out some face cream and spread it in the palm of her hand, twisted it with her fingertips, and applied it to her face little by little. On the pillow, she was lying on her side, blinking her eyes, "Bo Yanqing, tell me a fairy tale."

"Okay, what do you want to hear?"

"snow White."

"You wait."

Bo Yanqing took the tablet over, searched for Snow White, found a complete article, and told her slowly.

He was sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, wearing a bathrobe, with his long legs lifted up and folded on the coffee table. The ashtray by his hand was so clean that there was only a little shaken ash. A finished half of a cigarette.

His voice is soft and slow, more detailed than when coaxing Sissy. He speaks very slowly. He reads slowly from the first word to the last word. A box is circled in pink at the bottom, four enlarged cartoons There are a few lines of small characters under the words.

Bo Yanqing glanced at it, and unnaturally adjusted the voice, "I still have some reading experience at the end, teaching children how to treat others with sincerity, do you want to listen?"

Nan Jiaojiao was silent.

He waited, his voice softened a few degrees consciously, "Jiaojiao?"

Still no movement, but there was a soft, feathery breathing.

(End of this chapter)