Chapter 867 Bo Yanqing’s beauty
He is not leaning his head against the armrest of the sofa, but the back of his neck is resting on the armrest, so his head is slightly tilted back. The raised Adam’s apple and the lines of his neck are visible in the dark. A kind of sexy that is close to elegance and decadence.
The loveseat was too narrow for him. One leg was bent up and the other stretched out of the sofa.
"Bo Yanqing?"
Nan Jiaojiao bent over and asked: "Are you okay?"
The man didn't respond.
She has no patience in this posture.
After asking, he got up.
Bo Yanqing suddenly hooked her waist and hugged her back.
He sat up and held her in his arms. A strong breath came from the back of his neck. He put his chin on Nan Jiaojiao's shoulder, his eyes still closed, "Why are you here?"
Nan Jiaojiao struggled uncomfortably, and he tightened his hold on her waist without using any force, but did not give her a chance to break away.
“Didn’t you say you felt uncomfortable?”
Bo Yanqing half-opened his eyes and glanced at her lightly, his breath leaning toward her face and sweeping across her neck.
The voice was hoarse, "I said I felt uncomfortable, and you came?"
Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips and turned her head.
Bo Yanqing combed her hair, "You came here without drying your hair?"
"Yes."
"Wait."
Bo Yanqing hugged her to the sofa , a pair of his long legs stretched out from under her legs.
He found the hair dryer from the bathroom and tried blowing it a few times, but it suddenly broke.
Nan Jiaojiao was embarrassed for him. She had never seen anyone lose their romantic skills so quickly, "What about that? Stop blowing. When I came here, the wind blew all the way and I was almost dry."
It was okay if she didn't say it, but as soon as she said it, the man's face immediately darkened.
“I’m not afraid of getting a headache when the cold wind blows with my hair wet.”
Nan Jiaojiao wanted to retort, but when she thought about it carefully, he seemed to be scolding her, and his tone sounded very deep.
After being stunned for a moment, he shut up in fear. Bo Yanqing turned on a heating lamp. He called the internal line and asked the waiter to bring the hair dryer. After hanging up, he didn't come back. He just stood there, reached into his trouser pocket with one hand, took out half a box of cigarettes, and shook out a pack of cigarettes with familiarity. He pulled it out with the filter in his mouth.
He turned his head to light the cigarette.
Raised his hand to help.
Put your other hand into your trouser pocket.
Nan Jiaojiao then noticed that he had taken off his suit. She had just kicked her foot, which happened to throw the coat on the sofa. At this time, he was wearing a shirt with one sleeve The buttons were unbuttoned, and the top button of his shirt was also open. His arms were half-bent, casting a semi-arc shadow on the wall. His shoulder blades were broad, and he was wearing a black shirt and black trousers that made his figure tall and long. The wind, which knew which direction it was coming from, penetrated through his collar, causing his shirt to bulge like a sail.
Nan Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment.
She always enjoys Bo Yanqing's beauty.
He must have been standing by the wall on purpose, whether it was him or the shadow on the wall...
Stepping on a horse is so sexy!
Soon, the waiter knocked on the door to deliver the hair dryer.
Bo Yanqing went to open the door. He took the hair dryer and stubbed out the unfinished cigarettes in the ashtray on the shoe cabinet.
He walked inside and found a socket next to the dining table.
"Jiaojiao, come here."
Nan Jiaojiao quickly recovered, "Oh."
He walked over and Bo Yanqing pulled out the chair, still bent at the waist. Nan Jiaojiao walked around him and sat directly on the dining chair.
Bo Yanqing withdrew his hand, placed it naturally on the armrest of the dining chair, and looked at her with lowered eyes.
“You want to sit down and let me blow dry your hair?”
Nan Jiaojiao asked: “Isn’t that what you mean?”
“You have a beautiful idea.”< br>
Bo Yan picked her up with his hands, as easily as lifting a child. He sat down and put Nan Jiaojiao on his lap, and the hand around her waist turned into a hug. .
He hugged her and pressed her into his arms.
(End of this chapter)