Chapter 249 Bo Yanqing, treasure it


Chapter 249 Bo Yanqing, Cherish

Han Qi stopped his smile and suddenly looked at Nan Jiaojiao's face in a panic. When he looked back at Bo Yanqing, there was already a hint of coldness, "Mr. Bo, I'm serious. ."

Bo Yanqing sneered, "If you protect me like this, take it."

After saying that, he left.

A cold voice came from behind: "Bo Yanqing."

He paused and turned around.

Nan Jiaojiao only said two words: "Take care."

A cluster of fire suddenly exploded in Bo Yanqing's eyes, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, slowly returning to darkness, only All that was left was a cloud of ash.

She was saying goodbye to him.

It was such an ugly scene, but she was still calm enough to say goodbye to him with as much dignity as possible.

Bo Yanqing was panicking for no reason. He almost wanted to step forward and hug her tightly. She would hang on him and carry her with him wherever he went. He wouldn't let her go anywhere, just stay by his side. .

Ke Nan Jiaojiao’s temperament is too dark and too strong.

She doesn't want to hide behind any man.

“Cherish it.”

After the silence, Bo Yanqing spoke again, his voice already cold.

Passing by Han Qi, he stopped, looked ahead, and raised the corner of his mouth coldly, "You know clearly what my relationship is with her, but you still call her uncle after her. Don't you find it disgusting?"

Han Qixiao: "I don't mind, I'm fine no matter what she does. Since she calls you third uncle, I'll treat you as her third uncle. What's wrong with calling you her third uncle?"

Bo Yanqing looked at it. He glanced.

Men are always in high positions, and some have the ability to be calm and calm, but it is the most dangerous when they look at people calmly. After a glance, Bo Yanqing slipped his hands into his trouser pockets and took out the cigarette case as he walked. The lighter was blown out several times in the cold wind. When the cigarette was lit, his feet had already stepped up the steps. He turned again and walked out of the arch. The figure Then he couldn't see it.

Han Qi's hand dropped down and he clenched it tightly. His whole body was tense. When he let go of his hand, he realized that he was trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath to adjust himself, walked up to Nan Jiaojiao, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made this joke with you, and I won't do it again."

Nan Jiaojiao raised her head, her eyes were scarlet, with tears, and there were a few red blood streaks in the whites of her eyes.

She looks at people this way.

Like a desperate wolf crying blood.

Han Qi was not frightened by Bo Yanqing's aura and fell down, but was shocked by Nan Jiaojiao's look that made his scalp numb. His lips touched several times before his voice came out: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Nan Jiaojiao said nothing and just stared at him.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong. You hit me to vent your anger. Don't hold it in. I feel very uncomfortable when you are like this. If you say something to me, can you pronounce it?"

Han Qi wanted to touch her, but he didn't dare. He moved his hands up and down in the air. He didn't dare to touch a corner of her clothes several times. The cold temperature had already made his palms sweat.

“Sorry, young master, Miss Lu broke in!”

A servant ran over in a panic.

Han Qi's heart skipped a beat, "How did you break in?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a sports car rushing over from a distance, and the front of the car was flattened. Several pieces of broken bluestone tiles fell on the roof of the car, and the guests screamed and ran away. The car seemed to be indifferent, and it didn't brake suddenly until it was in front of Han Qi.

As soon as the car door opened a crack, Lu Zhenzhen rushed down, ran to Nan Jiaojiao, and called her out of breath: "Baby?"

(End of this chapter )

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