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

Chapter 960 Murder My Husband

It's lucky it wasn't replaced.

He still wants to sue, which is just a dream.

Not to mention that no lawyer dared to answer, even if there was, the news was tightly covered and could not be revealed at all.

Chu Yao is the leading role in this drama, and Sheng Chen is backed by it. It will definitely be dialed, and it will definitely explode, but it has nothing to do with him.

He will be blocked, and he will no longer be able to enjoy the life of the stars.

If you want to understand this point, how dare the male number three dare to make trouble, crying for mercy, the director simply ignored him, but somehow felt ashamed, so he called his agent to come pick him up.

Mo Ting returned to the room deeply.

The lights were not turned on, and the curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could penetrate.

He changed his shoes at the door and turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone.

The hotel's slippers are silent when walking.

He first took a look at Chu Yao, she was sleeping soundly, even her posture was the same as before he left.

Mo Tingshen ignored her and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he came out, he found a thin T-shirt, put it on over his head, and picked up a quilt from the closet, planning to spend the night on the sofa.

another room.

Bo Yanqing didn't knock on the door, he called Nan Jiaojiao, but no one answered, so he sent a message:
Open the door.

Then wait.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, I heard the sound of footsteps inside.

Bo Yanqing leaned his back against the wall, straightened his body, and stood sideways towards the door. Just as the door was opened, Nan Jiaojiao stood behind the door holding a fruit knife, staring at him with big eyes.

Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows slightly, walked straight in, bowed his waist, lowered his head and approached her, and bumped her with his shoulder.

"What do you want to do, murder your own husband?"

Nan Jiaojiao was stunned, she glanced at the fruit knife in her hand, "I hung it on the door, just took it off, it's not for you, I'm for Chu Yao."

Bo Yanqing grabbed her wrist, squeezed it, and took the knife away from her hand.

"She doesn't have your room card, how did she come?"

"She doesn't have it. She went to the front desk to ask for it. Ever since Mo Tingshen came, she sneaked into my room every night. She occupied the bed by herself, and even kicked me at night!"

Bo Yanqing lowered his head and smiled, closed the folded fruit knife, and put it on the shoe cabinet.

Nan Jiaojiao bent down to open the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of disposable slippers.

When unpacking, Bo Yanqing hugged her from behind, bit her ear and asked, "I've been waiting for you for half an hour, what did you do?"

"I'm taking a bath, watching cartoons on my tablet, and putting my phone next to my pillow, I only saw it when I came out."

Nan Jiaojiao turned around in his arms, "Why are you here again?"

"Why, I'm not welcome?"

Nan Jiaojiao is so smart, she immediately heard the displeasure in his tone, and changed her words in a doggy way: "No, I feel sorry for you, every time you come at night and leave in the morning, it hurts your body."

Bo Yanqing saw through her with a single glance, "Don't worry, I will protect the places that shouldn't be hurt."

"..." Nan Jiaojiao thumped him, "Be serious, it's in the middle of the night."

"Ah……"

Bo Yanqing held her under the arms with both hands, picked her up, threw her up like a doll, and then hugged her legs to catch her, "Yes, it's midnight, it's time to sleep, I will never kick you .”

Nan Jiaojiao held his waist, "Then do you want to take a bath?"

"wash."

Her ball head was very rough, and some fine hairs tied him. Bo Yanqing touched the hairline at the back of her neck, and carried her into the bathroom.

"Show me the hair dryer, let me blow your hair first."

(End of this chapter)