Chapter 763: Who the hell is willing to spoil you
The laughter has substance, and the sarcasm is even stronger.
"Who the hell wants to spoil you!"
Bo Yanqing felt like he had been slapped in the back of the head.
He never imagined that one day Nan Jiaojiao would curse him.
It's not that she doesn't know how to speak, it's that she doesn't want to speak. Usually Yan Chi and the others talk a lot, and any girl present will blush and be shy, but Nan Jiaojiao's face remains as usual.
She is willing to put on a ladylike air in front of others, and looks extremely well-behaved to everyone. The word "fuck" comes out of her mouth as if she is talking about love.
But his face was really angry.
Nan Jiaojiao raised her hand, "Do you still want to hold it?"
Bo Yanqing didn't want to let go, but he also knew that if he continued to stalk her at this time, she wouldn't listen to a word. If you don't say anything, you will get even more angry.
He wanted to say something, but Nan Jiaojiao pulled her hand back impatiently.
He turned around and left without rolling his eyes.
Xu Shu was outside the door. He must have just returned not long ago and it was inconvenient to go in. He stood at the door and listened for a few words. The door was opened from the inside and hit the wall with a "bang" sound. He suddenly felt I felt guilty that I had been caught, and my usual calmness was of no use. I was so panicked that I wanted to step back, but I forgot that there was someone standing behind me.
After Nan Jiaojiao went out, she stopped and looked over her impartially.
Xu Shu did not dare to meet her eyes and hastily pushed the medicine bag in his hand into Mo Ting's arms.
When he realized how redundant this action was, he blushed, and when he looked back, he saw that Nan Jiaojiao had already left.
His hands are in the pockets of his fat down jacket. Fortunately, he is tall and has long legs, so he is not squeezed into a ball by clothes with such poor aesthetics.
"Jiaojiao, are you leaving? Come and play when you have time." Xu Shu greeted.
Nan Jiaojiao did not look back, she only raised one hand and waved at him, still holding the finished drink bottle in her hand, and threw the empty bottle away when she turned the corner.
"Why are you panicking?" Mo Tingshen said amusedly.
Xu Shu wiped his forehead. Good guy, he couldn't even break out in a sweat. He was so scared!
“Aren’t you guilty for being caught eavesdropping on others?” After a pause, Xu Shu suddenly raised his head, “That’s right, didn’t you eavesdrop just now?”
"Yes, I eavesdropped," Mo Ting frowned happily, "I just happened to hear that sentence - who the hell is willing to spoil you."
Xu Shu couldn't help laughing, "You should restrain yourself. It's not polite to say trivial things in front of others."
"Really?"
Do they really think this door has a barrier?
Just stand at the door and discuss it openly.
The strange thing is that there is no movement inside.
What’s the point of singing a double act? At this time, you have to see how embarrassed the person involved looks after being scolded.
What can be seen is Bo Yanqing, who is leaning against the edge of the table with her buttocks leaning against the edge of the table, playing with a lighter.
He still held a cigarette between his fingertips, but did not light it. He used the same hand to open and close the flip-top of the lighter. The flame jumped twice on his fingertips, and then went out again quickly.
"Are you in a bad mood?" Mo Tingshen asked deliberately.
I hooked a chair with my toes. When I was about to move it, I stopped for a moment and grabbed the back of the chair with my hands to carry it over to prevent the chair legs from scratching the ground and annoying the people downstairs.
He deliberately sat at an angle where Bo Yanqing could see him when he lowered his head.
"What are you doing here?" Bo Yanqing asked.
Mo Tingshen replied happily: "I came here to see your joke, I'm afraid I won't have a chance next time."
Bo Yanqing sneered, lit the cigarette, took out the cigarette case, and put it with the lighter Throw it on the desk.
"Return gift?"
Last time Bo Yanqing specially rushed to Minglun to see Mo Tingshen's joke.
This time it was Mo Tingshen's turn.
(End of this chapter)