Chapter 110 I can only call you Third Uncle from now on
Shen Shichu felt uncomfortable when she looked at her and pretended to glance at his watch.
Ask: "I have to rush back to the company to handle business, how do you leave?"
I don't want to stay with her for even a second.
Nan Jiaojiao was not polite and just said: "Take a taxi."
After saying that, he left without caring about Shen Shichu's face.
Waiting for her to get into the taxi, Bo Yanqing's phone call came. She raised her eyebrows and was stunned for a while. The ringing went silent after one round.
She felt there was no need to call back. Just as she was about to put the phone in her bag, the vibration in her palm started again.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.” Bo Yan’s clear voice came from the receiver.
"I know, is something wrong?" This cold and distant tone almost made Bo Yanqing suspect that he made a mistake.
"Shengyue Mansion, come here, you owe me a meal."
Nan Jiaojiao breathed out in a low voice, and after two seconds of silence she responded: "Okay."
< br>Bo Yanqing has an exclusive private room in Shengyue Mansion. When Nan Jiaojiao goes there, she pays with her card first and then goes there.
Sitting on the large round table was a handsome figure of a man. He had a cigarette case in front of him, but he didn't smoke. He was looking down at the email on his phone.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up and stretched out his long arms, as if to hug her, "Sit next to me."
Nan Jiaojiao closed the door and sat next to him, "The single purchase is done, and then Any more points will be mine."
Bo Yanqing turned his body and got closer to her. His dark eyes looked at her serious face for a moment, and the corner of his lips curled up with a hint of amusement, "Calling someone. ."
"Uncle."
He teased: "Don't call me Mr. Bo anymore?"
"Okay, you can call me whatever you like."
She took out the wedding invitation, "But after I get married, I should only be able to call you third uncle."
Bo Yanqing frowned. Jumping, the smile in his eyes disappeared little by little, and he grabbed her face coldly, "What do you mean?"
Nan Jiaojiao pushed the invitation in front of him, "On the wedding day, you should be Sit at the elders' table." Bo Yanqing's face was tense. He had been staring at her since she took out the invitation, not even noticing the red color.
The dark color in his eyes is getting darker and heavier.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't squint, looking at the heat floating on the dishes, and asked calmly: "I'm so hungry, can I eat?"
"Oh."
Bo Yanqing let out a short sneer.
“Eat.”
Nan Jiaojiao picked up the chopsticks and added a bowl of rice for herself, so she could eat whatever she wanted.
Bo Yanqing was beside her and did not take a sip. He drank half of the bottle of red wine. He did not see him take a few sips, but he drank heavily with every sip. After a while, the aroma of the wine slowly lingered in the south. The delicate tip of the nose.
She still didn't look at him. When she was full, she put her chopsticks in place and then said politely: "I'm done eating."
"Are you full?" he asked.
“Yeah.”
Nan Jiaojiao wiped her mouth, took a sip of water to rinse her mouth, and prepared to leave.
As soon as she stood up, her waist was hooked, and the man's strong arms pulled her into his arms.
"Third uncle?"
Nan Jiaojiao sat sideways on his lap, unable to let go of the strength on her waist, her shoulders pressed tightly against his heart, she raised her head, the chandelier Broken light shone into his eyes, and before he could see his expression clearly, the dark shadow pressed closer and his lips were kissed.
“Well…”
Probably because she was full, she used all her strength to push him a few times and actually pushed him away, but Bo Yanqing immediately held the back of her head and pulled her back, and the lips that had been separated for a few seconds were pressed together again.
He kissed her very roughly, bumping his teeth several times and biting the corner of her mouth.
“You little bastard, you are a heartless thing!”
(End of this chapter)