Chapter 41 There is red wine


Chapter 41 There is red wine

Nan Jiaojiao shook her hands and opened the car door. She looked back at him and said, "I won't be able to sleep while drinking tea tonight."

Bo Yanqing laughed.

A man takes a woman home but doesn’t leave. This sentence is already very suggestive.

He thought Nan Jiaojiao was pretending to be stupid with him, but her next sentence seemed particularly sensible: "There is red wine, do you want to drink it?"

Bo Yanqing pulled off his tie and said, "Drink."

Nan Jiaojiao's hands were shaking even more, and even the air was a little hot.

When they got upstairs, Bo Yanqing went to take a shower first.

Nan Jiaojiao opened a bottle of red wine and poured it into the decanter. She only prepared one cup. She took out the only two pieces of frozen beef in the refrigerator and fried them. She didn’t know how cooked they were. After putting it on the plate, she went to the guest room to take a shower.

When she came out, she subconsciously glanced at the door of the master bedroom. The bathroom door inside was open and the light was off.

"Third uncle?"

"I'm here."

A voice came from the balcony of the living room.

Bo Yanqing stood on the extended terrace. The night wind was a bit strong, and his tall figure was behind the fluttering tulle.

He was only wearing a pair of trousers, with no trace of his shirt, and a few abdominal muscles under a thin patch of warm orange light and shadow... sexy and bewitching.

"You don't have anything I can wear," he explained.

Nan Jiaojiao didn't prepare anything for him, and she didn't have any of Shen Shichu's clothes here.

She picked up a thin blanket on the sofa and put it on his shoulders.

"Get warm, it's cold at night."

Bo Yanqing put his arms around her waist and lowered his eyes. Under the backlight, his dark eyes became deeper and deeper: "What about you? Wearing so little?”

Nan Jiaojiao's hands were just around the back of his shoulders. The thin blanket was very wide, and it was draped from his shoulders to cover half of her body.

There were no clothes in the guest bedroom, the closet was empty, and no one came usually. When she originally bought this two-bedroom apartment, she simply didn't want the layout to be too monotonous.

But she never stayed overnight with Shen Shichu.

At that time, there was only one skirt given to her by Lu Zhenzhen on the bed, the one she wore during the fight. The style of the skirt was so sexy. "I don't usually take this route." Nan Jiaojiao covered her heart and opened her eyes in a particularly pure way.

Bo Yanqing smiled, "What route are you on?"

She said shamelessly, "Cute and pure."

"Yeah."

Bo Yanqing's chest shook twice, feeling heavy. Nan Jiaojiao laughed and hooked her toes with her toes. Nan Jiaojiao's feet naturally stepped on his insteps.

Bo Yanqing led her inside, as if he believed her words, his voice suddenly became a little darker, "Are you sober?"

"Wake up..."

Nan Jiaojiao couldn't see behind her. As soon as she said a word, her lower back pressed against the edge of the dining table. She whispered in her mouth, "Wake up."

Bo Yan took a clear look and said, "Why is there only one cup?"

"I don't like drinking."

She pointed to the red wine in the wine cabinet, "There are beautiful ones. No one ever comes to drink.”

"Not even Shen Shichu?" Bo Yanqing asked meaningfully.

But in the atmosphere at this time, mentioning that person was a bit embarrassing.

Nan Jiaojiao replied honestly: "I will not keep him overnight, nor will I give him alcohol."

Bo Yanqing's eyebrows relaxed, and his face softened a bit, " I'll teach you how to drink."

Nan Jiaojiao stopped him, "I fried the steak, do you want some?"

Bo Yanqing glanced lightly, and a helpless smile gradually formed on her thin lips.

If she didn't say it was steak, there would be a bloody mess on the plate, and it would be hard to tell what it was.

He has no plans to test the poison yet.

“If you can’t eat, let’s drink some wine.”

He picked up the decanter and shook it to let the alcohol smell evaporate again, and then, slowly, from Nan Jiaojiao’s collarbone fell down.

(End of this chapter)

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