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

Chapter 991
"What do you want him for?" Mo Ting asked curiously.

Xu Shu said, "It's okay, just ask."

"It's late at night," Mo Ting turned over deeply, and let out a long sigh through his nose. Listening to it at night, there is a bit of invisible sultry intention, "If you are lonely, come to brother, brother's bed It is wide and big, and can lie on one more of you."

Xu Shu choked back without changing his expression, "Stop fussing."

He hung up the phone.

Open the circle of friends, and skip everything else until you turn to Xu Tingting.

She posts one or two photos every day. In the photos, she has tanned skin, wearing a big straw hat, sitting on the road and taking pictures, making comparisons.

Xu Shu twitched the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile on his handsome face. He left a sentence underneath:

"Playing wild? When will you be back?"

He didn't count on this point, Xu Tingting would reply to him.

Nor did she dare.

Being caught up in the middle of the night and staying up most of the night, there was a lot of scolding.

The next day, news of Chu Yao's injury on the set reached Mo Tingshen's ears.

He flew straight over.

Nan Jiaojiao heard about it too, but it wasn't Chu Yao who said it, but her assistant in the crew posted a Moments, let Nan Jiaojiao see the clue, and sent a private message to ask.

She played a video to Chu Yao, and the other party immediately hung up.

Nan Jiaojiao typed two words:

court death?

Within three seconds, Chu Yao's video came over.

Nan Jiaojiao picked it up, frowning, Chu Yao was using the rear camera, only looking at the refrigerator of the RV, there was no one in sight.

"Have you become a refrigerator?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Then why don't you show your big face?"

"Who is so big-faced!" Chu Yao got angry, without thinking, and immediately switched the camera back, "Nan Jiaojiao, you are very advanced in cursing people now!"

On the screen, Chu Yao was wearing a neck brace, she had no choice but to tilt her head up, she was leaning against the pillow, her eyes were wide open, and she was begging for nothing.

Nan Jiaojiao asked, "Did you hurt your neck?"

"I was injured by hanging wire. I felt a wire was loose at that time, and there was a click. I didn't understand. It was obviously loose at the waist. Why did the neck hurt in the end? I lay down for a whole day. I'm getting sores on my back."

"Didn't you check before shooting?"

"I check it every day. Today, the master in charge of Wia happened to apply to go to the town to send some souvenirs to his family. He said he would come back in the afternoon. Anyway, the equipment was adjusted yesterday. I thought nothing would happen in half a day. I didn’t know that it’s just here that it’s broken.”

Nan Jiaojiao asked suspiciously, "Does it have anything to do with the exchange of props and swords last time?"

Chu Yao didn't understand for a while, but then he realized, "You mean, it's a group of people who play tricks?"

"It's just a guess, you ask Miss Mi to check it out."

Chu Yao sneaked a glance to the side, and quickly withdrew her gaze. She leaned back on the pillow, and pulled the corner of her lower lip very shallowly.

Nan Jiaojiao was about to ask if there was someone nearby, when she saw a pair of hands peeling apples in the camera, with obsidian-like cufflinks resting on the strap watch, protruding wrist bones, and slender and stylish hands holding fruit knives.

You don't have to ask to know whose hand it is.

Nan Jiaojiao said embarrassingly, "Excuse me."

Immediately hung up the phone.

Chu Yao blinked, then turned the phone upside down and put it on his mouth in dismay.

Mo Tingshen took the phone away, and she kicked him on the waist, "What are you doing, there is still my Jiao Baoer's residual warmth on the phone!"

(End of this chapter)