Chapter 20 I can’t hide it any more
Bo Yanqing’s eyes were cold and inquisitive, and her thin lips were slightly pulled into a smile: “Yours?”
Nan Jiaojiao took a deep breath. Sigh, "The skirt is perfect."
Bo Yanqing smiled and winked at her.
Nan Jiaojiao walked up to him and wanted to pass the red wine to him, but her wrist was suddenly clasped, and a strong force pulled her into his arms.
Her chin was lifted, and the man's fingertips were as cold as the coldness in his eyes.
"Then, what did you do in this skirt?"
Nan Jiaojiao: "I got into a fight, saved a child, and called the police."
"Yes." Bo Yanqing's voice was very soft, with a hint of coldness: "Do you know acupuncture?"
Nan Jiaojiao's face suddenly turned a little pale, her expression was cramped and nervous, and she was stunned Shaking his head in confusion, "What acupuncture?"
The smile on Bo Yanqing's lips gradually widened, but his expression became colder. He grabbed Nan Jiaojiao's waist, lifted her up, and placed her on the back of the sofa.
He asked coldly: "You lied to me?"
Nan Jiaojiao felt that her waist was about to be broken by him.
Obviously it was the most intimate position, but her hands and feet were cold.
Bo Yanqing called in. His eyes were fixed on her. Hanchuan's voice was soaked in the cold wind and said: "Third Master, there was a plane passing by on the top floor of the hospital. It didn't stop. There was something hanging on the rope ladder that was dropped. Personal.”
Bo Yanqing frowned, "Who is he?"
"It's a man, dressed in black. I didn't see what he looked like. He left a message asking me to greet the young master."
>Who would have thought that when the Bo family locked down the entire city and launched a massive search, they would hide in the hospital and escape right under their noses.
Bo Yanqing clenched his fist and pressed it hard between his eyebrows, "No need to chase."
After a busy night, he was fooled.
Bo Yanqing has never been so frustrated.
His face was cold, his brows were furrowed, and his aura was cold and horrifying.
Nan Jiaojiao clung to his arms and couldn't help but hide back. She bit her lower lip and whispered: "It hurts." Bo Yanqing came to her senses and still pinched her with his hand. On the waist.
“Sorry.”
Bo Yanqing let go of his hand and saw the tears in those cold eyes.
His expression softened a little, "My dear, after rescuing people, have you noticed anyone approaching?"
Nan Jiaojiao shook her head and said nothing.
He stopped asking and apologized for his rudeness, "My attitude is wrong, are you scared?"
"I don't care," Nan Jiaojiao said impatiently. The wine glass was handed to him: "Drink."
"I won't drink anymore." Bo Yanqing took the goblet and put it aside. Just as he was about to hug her, Nan Jiaojiao jumped down from the back of the sofa.
"Let's go then, it's getting late, be careful on the road."
This sentence was said without any emotion at all.
Bo Yanqing suddenly felt a little convinced.
He asked: "Are you still hungry for my body?"
Nan Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes in surprise, and he stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, "The road is too far. I can't see clearly when driving at night. Don't you plan to keep me?"
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes fell. , thinking of the two times I had it with him.
Once out of my mind, once on the terrace.
Bo Yanqing was extremely gentle to her in that matter. Even though he was sometimes fanatical, he never really hurt her.
There is no difference between sleeping once and sleeping multiple times. He took the initiative to ask for sex. Nan Jiaojiao did not hesitate and hugged his neck with both hands. Although her ears were red, her mouth was very bold: " I have mysophobia, can I take a shower before doing this?”
Bo Yanqing's eyes deepened: "Together?"
(End of this chapter)