Chapter 69 Third Uncle, do you like Sister Jiaojiao?
“There is no toilet in your room?”
“Yes,” Bo Qingshan straightened his body, “But I can’t be in Jiaojiao. Peeing next to Sister Jiao.”
Bo Yanqing’s eyebrows jumped.
He stopped staring for a while and began to call her sister affectionately.
"You're a little brat, why are you so embarrassed in front of her?" Bo Yanqing sneered.
The child was unconvinced, "No matter how young I am, I am still a man. Besides, I am the only one who is coy in front of Sister Jiaojiao. Third uncle, aren't you also coquettish in the same way!"
Oops! Tell the truth.
Bo Qingshan glanced at Bo Yanqing's biceps, took a desperate step back, and looked at him with narrowed fox eyes, "Don't think I can't tell, third uncle, you like Sister Jiaojiao. Right?"
Bo Yanqing glanced at him, "I know you still call her sister?"
"She asked me to scream, so I screamed. Has Third Uncle ever heard of a saying? Young people don't know how old they are, so they mistake the uncle for a treasure."
Even if Third Uncle is full of hormones, he will show off The muscles and arms outside the vest are well-shaped, but they are too scary, especially the abdominal muscles, which are like bricks. They are not like him. Although his arms and legs are thin, he is short and lean. Isn't it said that the essence is concentrated? .
“What a mess.”
Bo Yanqing picked him up by the back of his neck like a kitten. Bo Qingshan was so panicked that he quickly covered his precious head and shouted loudly: "You can carry me, but be careful not to touch my hair!"
He turned around, cracked his big white teeth, and smiled, "This is the hair that Sister Jiaojiao blew for me. ”
Bo Yanqing frowned so much that he could pinch a fly to death. He walked up two steps at a time and quickly descended to the second floor.
At the door of the bedroom, Bo Qingshan stopped screaming.
When Bo Yanqing pushed the door open, Bo Qingshan swung his legs vigorously, jumped out of his hands, and swooped into the door. The door slammed shut.
Bo Yanqing only briefly caught a glimpse of Nan Jiaojiao during the brief opening and closing of the door. She was sitting sideways, with her knees touching her knees, looking down at a book, facing the door. Her hair was hooked behind her ears, exposing her gracefully curved ears. The hair on the other side was hanging down. Her straight hair blocked some light, and the tip of her straight nose seemed to be shining with light.
Breathtakingly beautiful.
“Sister Jiaojiao.”
Bo Qingshan walked up to him and pointed with a smile, “The book has been taken down.”
Nan Jiaojiao threw the book on the table. , picked up the mobile phone that was buckled aside, and the character in the game happened to be resurrected. She changed her equipment and rushed directly to the high ground.
His legs were raised and rested on the edge of the table, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he was slightly angry. He looked like a big boss who couldn't be messed with. There was no trace of the quiet and peaceful life just now.
Bo Qingshan blinked a pair of eyes that saw everything, "Sister Jiaojiao, is the book good?"
"What nonsense," Nan Jiaojiao glared at him, "Can't I just pretend sometimes?"
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Bo Qingshan was almost burned by the fire hidden in her eyes. He instinctively moved back, then swished closer, "Uncle San sent me down, did you hear us?" Did you speak?”
“No.” She didn’t even bother to raise her head.
"Uncle San said..."
Nan Jiaojiao raised her hand and pricked his mute point. A white light flashed out of the corner of Bo Qingshan's eyes, and suddenly he was speechless. He opened his mouth and said "Ahhh" for a long time, and his little face turned white with shock. .
Jiang Xiangyue came in carrying something, took off her coat and handed it to the servant like a handout, then glanced upstairs impatiently, "Is Yan Qing at home?"
(This chapter End)