Chapter 174 Nan Jiaojiao, are you tired of me?
Nan Jiaojiao looked around unobtrusively, holding Bo Yanqing's hand, occasionally shaking it, and there was a hint of coquettishness.
The man looked back at her several times. When he was about to go down the steps, he deliberately did not call her. When Nan Jiaojiao missed the step, he put his arms around her and carried her from the third step. Come down.
He scolded lightly: "The lights are light and the road is dark, please watch the road carefully."
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes flashed.
Know he's seducing.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled sweetly, "You are holding me."
Bo Yanqing had a frivolous smile on his lips, "It would be more convenient to hold me."
"Okay."
Nan Jiaojiao stretched out her hands towards him.
In fact, Bo Yanqing just teased her casually. Unexpectedly, such a good thing could really happen, so he immediately picked her up and walked inside without ceremony.
The decoration of the restaurant has hardly been changed. It can be seen that it is the main hall vacated by an ancient house. It has a long and simple atmosphere. Several tables of guests are chatting softly and the wine glasses are clinking softly. It is both elegant and elegant. There is smoke and smoke.
Bo Yanqing took her to the private room upstairs. The dining table was placed under the round window. The osmanthus flowers were blooming just outside the window. Because it was next to the window, some osmanthus flowers were blown in by the wind on the table.
Nan Jiaojiao held some in her hand, played with it carefully, and looked out the window with her face raised. There were several crabapple trees not far away, and there was also a Clivia planted on the roadside.
"I will take you to see the crabapple flowers next spring." Bo Yan's clear and elegant voice sounded in his ears.
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes tightened, she glanced sideways, looked at his clear features, and smiled: "Can the crabapple flowers be made into snacks?"
Bo Yanqing glanced at her with a smile, "Just to satisfy my craving. . ”
“Yes, not only crabapple flowers can be used as snacks, but also all the flowers blooming in my yard can be used as snacks. Try this sweet-scented osmanthus cake, it’s still hot right out of the pan.”< br>
The landlady greeted Bo Yanqing with a plate of osmanthus cake. The man glanced at it and handed it to the other side. The landlady understood and put the cake directly in front of Nan Jiaojiao. "It's been a while since I've seen you here. This is the first time I've brought a girl here. Girlfriend?"
Bo Yanqing laughed without admitting directly, "Where's Brother Hao?"
"Zhan Hao was simmering chicken soup in the kitchen. He just saw you coming in from upstairs. He added another fish soup, and the taste has not changed. Right?”
“Just have chicken soup. The fish is made with double peppers. She likes it.” She is tied up with a simple hairpin, her eyebrows are gentle, and there are very few fine lines at the corners of her eyes. She is well-maintained, and her smile gives people a sense of intimacy.
“I understand, just wait, I’ll tell him right away.”
Bo Yanqing: "Another pot of milk tea."
Aunt Zhan raised her eyebrows in surprise. She remembered Bo Yanqing's taste, but he never drank spicy food or sugar. There was no doubt that he liked it.
When she left, she praised: "The little girl is so beautiful, she suits you very well."
Bo Yanqing smiled more lazily, and the strands at the corners of his mouth almost extended to the roots of his ears.
Nan Jiaojiao held a piece of osmanthus cake in her hand and took a few bites. The faint fragrance wafted from her mouth, "She misunderstood, why didn't you explain?"
"What's the misunderstanding?"
Bo Yanqing took the cup of tea in front of Nan Jiaojiao and took a sip, "Are you planning to burn bridges across the river, or are you tired of me?"
Nan Jiaojiao Jiao looked confused, "Why are you tired of it?"
"My attitude towards me has softened since the wedding." He produced the evidence.
Fortunately, Nan Jiaojiao took a small bite, otherwise she would have choked. She was worried about Lu Zhenzhen at the time and really didn't care about his emotions.
(End of this chapter)