Chapter 122 Married Woman
Nan Jiaojiao told him about the several exchanges between her and Han Qi.
Seeing that she didn't look like she was lying, the coldness in Bo Yan's clear eyes was slightly reduced, but his face remained calm, "He doesn't pester others, but he pesters you?"
Nan Jiaojiao looked at him, lowered her head, and looked at her extremely beautiful fingers with confusion.
“Probably, it’s because of my unconcealable beauty.”
"Squeak——!"
The sudden brake pulled Nan Jiaojiao forward, and she was pulled back by the seat belt.
Looking at him in confusion, "Third uncle, are you drunk?"
Bo Yanqing held his forehead, his eyebrows twitching and his eyes twitching.
It’s not that arrogant, but how could she have the nerve to say that without changing her expression.
Nan Jiaojiao saw a drugstore on the roadside and planned to buy some hangover medicine. As soon as she put her hand on the seat belt, Bo Yanqing pressed her hand down.
"Sit tight and don't mess around."
The way back is a bit long, there are a few pedestrians on the street, it is getting late, the swaying light and shadow shines through the window glass, Nan Jiaojiao Somewhat drowsy, leaning against the back of the chair and sleeping lightly.
She fell asleep in a daze and felt her body being picked up. She rolled into a warm embrace and pressed her face against a source of heat through her shirt, rubbing it to wake herself up. .
She was in the elevator, in Bo Yanqing's arms.
"Third uncle?"
Bo Yanqing looked down at her, "Are you awake?"
"Yes." Nan Jiaojiao yawned, covered her mouth with her hands, and narrowed her eyes slightly. His eyes were moist.
"When you wake up, leave by yourself."
Bo Yanqing put her down. Nan Jiaojiao couldn't stand still and suddenly fell to the wall, like a paper figure, looking up with resentment. Give him a favorable look. After getting out of the elevator, Bo Yanqing walked in front without saying a word, with a foul-smelling expression on his face.
She followed, entered the password, and was about to get her slippers out. The door suddenly closed behind her, and then the man held her and sat her on the shoe cabinet, with his hands on both sides of her body, and his broad shoulders pressed down, deliberately Forcing her.
He pinched her chin, raised her head, and kissed her lips fiercely.
Nan Jiaojiao stared for a moment, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she opened her eyes and pursed her lips subconsciously.
Bo Yanqing's breath turned cold, and he pressed the corners of her mouth heavily with his fingertips, "Do you really want to draw a clear line between you and me?"
Nan Jiaojiao couldn't express her feelings, "Third uncle, who are we slapping in the face by doing this?"
It was still dark, and a few hours ago, she rejected him at Shengyue Mansion. At that time, she acted like she was determined to get married, but now she was held in his arms, kissed and pinched, and she felt like a scumbag.
The man looked startled, and the corner of his mouth slightly hooked up in a cool and faint arc, "Hit me, okay?"
Nan Jiaojiao lowered her eyes, "Han Qi and I have a misunderstanding. , but Shen Shichu and I are about to marry him."
Bo Yanqing felt unhappy and asked quietly: "Can you marry him?"
"Are you..."
Nan Jiaojiao did not say any more, biting her lip as if it was difficult to speak.
Her straightforward temperament and rare coquettishness, especially her slightly blushing little face with her head lowered, which was delicate and soft, made him feel as if his heart had been scratched, and he looked unhappy. Consciously letting go, she said softly, "What's the matter? If you have anything to say, just say it."
"Did you..." Nan Jiaojiao raised her head and glanced at him, then quickly looked away, "Do you have any A special hobby, for example, you like married women, that kind of mature women?”
The man’s eyes were startled, and then he smiled lowly, and he pushed Nan Jiaojiao in. In his arms, his chest shook slightly due to muffled laughter.
(End of this chapter)