Chapter 220 I'm in Jiaojiao's room
Bo Yanqing stared in surprise, and then a hint of joy emerged from the depths, slowly filling her eyes, and then calmly sank, The corners of his lips were slightly raised.
The little girl knows how to tease people.
Intangible teasing is especially useful.
Probably because he was really tired, Bo Yanqing fell asleep not long after he touched the pillow, and even his dreams were filled with the fragrance of her sleep.
When I woke up again, the sky outside the window was really dark.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't know when she opened the heavy curtains outside. The veil inside covered her, and the breeze stirred gently. Behind the transparent white, there was a gray sky.
Bo Yanqing took a breath and was about to speak when he turned and saw Nan Jiaojiao sitting on the sofa.
She has changed into home clothes, leaning against a soft cushion with her back, her feet crossed on the coffee table, a small section of her shiny white legs exposed under her wide wide-leg pants, and her hair is tied with a wooden hairpin Holding her hands, a strand of temple hair hangs down, covering her cold face, pure and lustful, and there seems to be a hint of flirtatiousness in the corners of her eyes.
Deadly.
Bo Yanqing was fascinated, her eyes were shining, and her heart was hot. Thinking of the kiss that almost lost control before, her mouth suddenly went dry.
Nan Jiaojiao only drew two manuscripts. She had no inspiration in the afternoon and her mind always wandered to men. She forced herself to pick up the brush, and the result was scrapped manuscripts scattered everywhere on the carpet.
I don’t seem to be satisfied with the one I have in hand, but there is no need to destroy it. I can just revise it later when my mind is clear.
She closed the sketchbook, reached for the milk tea, took a sip and heard a sound, only to realize that she had already bottomed out.
When she stood up, she glanced sideways and happened to see Bo Yanqing looking at her, tugging hard on the collar of her shirt with her slender hands.
Really terrible!
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes narrowed slightly, "Sorry, I didn't think about it. I'll ask Master for a set of pajamas for you later."
"You asked me to wear something else. Men's clothes?"
Nan Jiaojiao choked, "Otherwise you can sleep naked."
Bo Yanqing laughed twice, "You didn't pass that habit on to me. ”
The feeling of holding her is very comfortable, but it is easy to suffer from insomnia when I wake up at night.
Nan Jiao paused, feeling embarrassed by his joke, and coughed lightly, "I'll buy it for you later.", "Let's go together."
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Bo Yanqing sat up and realized something was wrong when he said the words, "You don't know my size."
"I know." Nan Jiaojiao muttered lowly.
He didn't hear clearly and asked: "Do you have a toothbrush? I'll wash up."
"Yes, I'll get it for you."
Nan Jiaojiao went into the bathroom and came back later. After coming out, Bo Yanqing sat on the bed and smoked, taking the cigarette in with him.
Nan Jiaojiao glanced back.
The man stood in front of the mirror, wiping his face with a hot towel, holding a cigarette in his mouth. The lines on his profile were as delicate as cutting lines. Under the rolled-up shirt cuffs, the veins on his arms were looming.
After washing his face, Bo Yanqing put the cigarette butt under water to put it out, put his hands together, pinched it in two and threw it in the trash can.
Nan Jiaojiao turned her head and patted her face, her palms turning red.
The mobile phone placed on the bedside vibrated slightly.
Nan Jiaojiao picked it up and took a look. It was Yan Chi, but she politely did not answer it.
But Yan Chi called again. She didn’t know where she hit it, and the vibration turned into a ringtone.
It is a softly hummed song, where the soft-spoken voice of singer Wu Nong blends with the Jiangnan-toned guzheng.
Nan Jiao was startled for a moment.
“Whose phone number is it?” Bo Yanqing walked up behind her, took the phone, and answered it in front of her, “I’m in Jiaojiao’s room.”
(End of Chapter)