Chapter 142 Who did I learn it from?
“There is someone in Beijing...” Nan Jiaojiao tightened her hands, got closer to his ears, and said in a fainter voice, “A ventriloquist.”
< br>Bo Yanqing was stunned for only a second and immediately recognized that this was a dirty word!
He pulled Nan Jiaojiao off her neck. His dark pupils were smudged with ink, unfathomable. He stared at her for a while, and suddenly there were scattered lights in his eyes. .
“Where did you learn it?”
"Uncle Third, this is a sentence in classical Chinese."
Luckily, she didn't blush or breath.
The man looked at her increasingly embarrassed face and bent down. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and leaned over to block some of the light above his head.
"So, you wanted to sleep with me just now, and now you are talking about poetry and poetry with me?"
"It's not impossible," Nan Jiaojiao turned away her face and snorted: "Are you going to buy it yet?"
Bo Yanqing curled up the corners of his lips, held the back of her neck and pulled her close to him, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. His voice deepened, with a slight rise in the end: "You did it on purpose."
Nan Jiaojiao's face turned pale. Hot, lower your eyes.
He kissed her and stroked the hand on the back of her neck up and down, like coaxing a child, "Go and wash, I'll be back soon, wait for me."
"Yeah."
Bo Yanqing took the key and went out. The famous apartment was unaffordable for ordinary people. There was one apartment per apartment. Nan Jiaojiao's home shouldn't be so narrow, but it had two bedrooms, two living rooms, two bathrooms and a dressing room. The layout of the hat rack is obviously not fully decorated.
Bo Yanqing stood in the corridor and glanced around. She estimated that when the house was renovated, she separated a wall to block out the extra area.
There was a supermarket outside the community. Bo Yanqing asked the waiter for the location and went straight to the women's products area.
Several shelves of sanitary napkins worried him.
Why is it so complicated for the girl to use? When she left, she forgot to ask Nan Jiaojiao which brand she wanted.
He picked up a packet and studied it, his brows getting tighter and tighter. "Yan Qing?"
Jiang Xiangyue went out to play with a few friends. When she saw Bo Yanqing’s car in the garage, she chased after her intuitively. When she saw Bo Yanqing standing in front of a pile of sanitary napkins, she felt jealous, but she still had to walk over with a smile on her face. .
“Who did you buy it from?”
Bo Yan glanced at her lightly, ignored her, and reached out to take a few packages from the shelf.
"What day is it? The quantity was large in the past few days, so it is better to use soft ones. What you have in your hand is for daily use, which is not enough. These few packs for night use are very effective."
Jiang Xiangyue took a few bags and put them in his shopping cart on her own initiative.
Bo Yanqing did not refuse, and went to pay the bill with the packages he had taken before.
Jiang Xiangyue took two bottles of drinks and put them on the cashier, "Thank you, let's pay together."
The waiter looked at the good-looking man and woman in front of him and was envious while paying the bill. She said: "Miss, your boyfriend is so kind to you, and he is willing to buy these things with you."
Jiang Xiangyue felt so sad that she almost bubbling over, and forced a smile on her face, "Yes, I even said I couldn’t use so much, but he insisted on buying it.”
She tried to hold Bo Yanqing's arm, but unfortunately she didn't even touch a corner of her clothes.
The man took a step to the side and said coldly: "Miss Jiang, please respect yourself."
Jiang Xiangyue froze suddenly, so embarrassed that she couldn't stand it. The people who had just envied her expressed their contempt. Looking at her, the cashier realized something and speeded up the checkout and bagging, not daring to express his anger.
After walking out of the supermarket, Bo Yanqing handed the two bottles of drinks in the bag to Jiang Xiangyue.
She refused to answer and looked at him with tears in her eyes, "In the situation just now, what can you do if you rely on me? Do you have to make it so difficult for me to get off the stage!"
(End of this chapter)