Chapter 557 We can laugh at you
Chu Yao pulled at his sleeve.
Mo Ting did not move.
"Good night, brother."
The man frowned unconsciously, sighed secretly, then bent down, pulled the quilt to a suitable height, and said softly: " Go to sleep.”
Chu Yao let go of his hand, walked out, and turned down the rolled up cuffs. It was a little laborious when he used his left hand, and he seemed to hear him grunting.
She twitched the corners of her lips slightly, smiled, hid her face in the quilt, and the smile disappeared. She stared at the dimmed light in the living room for a while, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Mo Tingshen went to the balcony outside the living room, closed the sliding glass door, took out a cigarette, and just lit it, Bo Yanqing called.
"I heard from Yan Chi that you want to recuperate at home?"
"Yes." Mo Ting took a deep breath of smoke rings.
Bo Yanqing was also lighting a cigarette, and the sound of a lighter catching fire just fell into his ears. He said slowly: "Listen to Xu Shu, the knife you stabbed your chest was very hard. Who did it?"
Mo Ting Shen thought about it and said, "Lao San, are you making fun of me too?"
Bo Yanqing laughed: "You really won't come?"
"I won't go tonight, I can't drink. "It's disappointing."
"How can it be disappointing?" Bo Yanqing chuckled: "We can laugh at you."
Mo Tingshen's voice was hoarse: "I'll give you what I owe!"
"It seems that the thunder that struck you has found a way. You will suffer some of this retribution."
Bo Yanqing is just right. Walking to the elevator, he put the hand holding his cigarette on top of the trash can and flicked the ashes, "The Mo family hasn't moved yet?"
"Mo Li is unconscious. Let's wait until he wakes up."
< br>Really?
Unconscious.
It was a good time to faint.
Mrs. Mo actually didn’t make any fuss.
Inside and outside Mo's house, it was as quiet as a tomb, and people were in panic. Looking at it from a distance during the day, there was a sense of silent solemnity. Bo Yanqing had always known Mo Tingshen's temper. He could see that underneath his gentle and smiling face, there was a ruthless and ruthless approach. The person was already under his care and it was only a matter of time before he was deposed.
It is not easy for others to interfere in other people's housework. Bo Yanqing is not a gossip. He made this call specifically to remind: "Don't make too much noise, it will be difficult to deal with."
"I know."
The two chatted for a few more words before hanging up the phone. Mo Tingshen smoked two cigarettes in succession, and his body was chilled by the wind. There was a faint pain in the wound on his left chest before he went back inside. .
Over there, the elevator opened. Bo Yanqing's eyes were still on the mobile phone, with a slight smile on his lips.
Nan Jiaojiao happened to be standing outside the elevator, holding a cup of milk tea in her hand and looking at him calmly.
Bo Yanqing saw her as soon as he raised his head and stepped out of the elevator. "You're here to pick me up?"
"I'll take Wanting back to the lounge. She has to study."
Man Reaching out to hold her, Nan Jiaojiao ducked back, glanced sideways at him, then silently looked away, and suddenly asked: "Is there a dog outside?"
"What?"
Bo Yanqing almost didn't react. He remembered that Nan Jiaojiao had asked him this before.
"You were smiling so loudly just now."
Nan Jiaojiao looked confident, "I caught you."
Bo Yanqing couldn't laugh or cry, and tapped her forehead, "Where can I go to find a dog? Do you have the guts?"
Nan Jiaojiao ignored him, he stretched out his hand again, but she dodged it again. open.
"It's Mo Tingshen. I asked him to talk to him about something and chatted for a few words."
"Oh."
Nan Jiaojiao was very satisfied with his proactive explanation, so she consciously stretched out her hand and raised her fingertips towards him.
Bo Yanqing was very sensible and took her hand towards the box.
"Come back to Bo's house with me tomorrow?"
(End of this chapter)