Chapter 424 The little kid learns to understand the language
The lights were not turned on in the living room, and the cigarette in Bo Yanqing's hand had not left his mouth, but it was still held between his fingers, and the sparks were extinguished half an inch away. Can't get any light.
"Aren't you sleeping?"
Bo Yanqing immediately put out the cigarette and saw Nan Jiaojiao looking for the switch, "Hey, don't turn on the light."
"Oh , OK.”
It doesn't matter if it's not turned on, it's not dark either. The lights outside the window let in some light.
Nan Jiaojiao walked over, and he had already extended his hand to greet her, so she put her hand in his and sat down next to her.
“Did I wake you up?”
“You didn’t even make a sound, so you woke me up. I came out to look for water.”
“I Go pour it for you.”
As soon as Bo Yanqing spread his legs, Nan Jiaojiao suddenly hugged his waist.
“Why are you smoking outside alone?”
“I can’t sleep,” Bo Yanqing sat sideways and put his arms behind her to hug her, “I’m afraid of waking you up, so I came out and sat down. Sit down.”
In fact, after having Nan Jiaojiao, Bo Yanqing seldom suffered from insomnia.
After I woke up, I couldn't fall asleep again, so I simply came to the living room. Sitting alone was a bit boring, so I smoked a cigarette.
"Want to talk to me?"
Nan Jiaojiao could see that Bo Yanqing appeared to have a strong aura and kept strangers away, but in fact he was very kind-hearted. He loved Bo Qingshan and Qianqian.
When something like that happened to Sissi, he must have felt uncomfortable.
But her parents are here, even if Mrs. Bo comes forward and forcefully asks Sissy to stay in Rongcheng, if word gets out, others will just poke her back behind her back.
“What do you want to talk about?” Bo Yanqing leaned against the sofa, looked down at her and chuckled, “Has the little brat learned to learn Jieyuhua?”
Nan Jiaojiao shrugged her nose in displeasure, "I'm not young anymore, I can listen."
"Well, you can listen, and I can also speak, but I can't speak."
>Nan Jiaojiao understood.
Even upright officials still find it difficult to deal with household chores. "How long will Sissi stay in Rongcheng?"
Bo Yanqing frowned, it depends on how long Zhou Zining plans to stay.
Pretending to be sick, drugging her daughter, all these despicable things, she had no scruples about avoiding Bo Shuxian.
She is making such a fuss, but she wants to see what she wants to do.
"Well, I'm free the day after tomorrow, I'll go over and see her."
Bo Yanqing held her on his lap and sat down, running her long fingers along her cheeks to smooth her hair to her ears. Finally, he pressed her down skillfully, raised his head slightly, leaned on the back of the sofa, and looked at her eyes as if there were stars hidden in them.
"I have an event the day after tomorrow. I can't turn it away. I can't rush to have dinner with you. I'll pick you up later."
Nan Jiaojiao pressed her shoulders down and held his shoulders and elbows with both hands. He bent up and supported a handful of weight. This distance was just enough to see the expression on his face clearly.
It was no longer the same look as when she came out of the bedroom, Bo Yanqing was too lonely and deserted.
She pursed her lips, feeling a little itchy, "I want to kiss you."
The man laughed.
He raised his head and kissed her.
Slightly turning sideways, Nan Jiaojiao fell off his lap.
She looked back, fearing that she would be left empty-handed, when her waist was suddenly hugged by the man's big hands and she was pulled into his arms.
The kiss fell.
A very gentle and affectionate kiss, treating her as if she were the best treasure in the world.
Gradually, Bo Yanqing's hand left her waist and rested on her knee. The other hand did not hug her, but placed it half-supported on the back of the sofa behind her.
So Nan Jiao had to sit up a little and hug his neck tightly to prevent him from falling.
The moonlight was cool, the cold wind whistled gently, and pieces of light and shadow fell on Nan Jiaojiao's slightly trembling eyelashes. A soft moonlight seemed to be caught in the man's half-squinted eyes.
(End of this chapter)