Chapter 1811 It’s so beautiful
The tip of her eyes raised slightly, and she glanced pointedly at the clothes rack, "Go put it on, let me take a look."
Nan Jiaojiao quickly covered her stomach, "I I'm a little uncomfortable because I'm full and can't digest it."
Bo Yanqing didn't want to accept this, so he picked her up and walked inside, "I can help you change it."
"I can. It doesn’t look good on me if I have a small belly.”
"Rub it and it'll be gone."
Nan Jiaojiao grabbed his collar, her little face half hidden under the collar of the man's shirt. She picked at the button and pressed it against her face, shyly going to He glanced up and said, "It's so shameful. Why do you have to let me wear it?"
Bo Yanqing threw her up and hugged her deeper. He bent down and touched her forehead lightly. For a moment, "Because you are so beautiful, I don't want to miss every side of you."
Nan Jiaojiao's face became even hotter, and she jumped out of his arms, "I can wear it, but you are not allowed to record it. ."
Bo Yanqing's eyebrows slightly arched, "Okay."
Nan Jiaojiao took off her cheongsam and quickly got into the cloakroom.
The clothes were not difficult to put on. The zipper was on the side and it flattened out with a little stretch on her belly. She was too embarrassed to stand in front of the mirror and rested her head against the door for a long time before she plucked up the courage to open the door and go out.
The lights in the bedroom were dimmed and soothing music was playing. Bo Yanqing stood in front of the window, fiddling with the red wine in the decanter. The outer gauze curtains gently brushed against his slender fingers. The man has broad shoulders and narrow waist, and even the moonlight prefers him. The shadow under his feet stretches and covers the carpet, making him as handsome and graceful as he is.
Nan Jiaojiao was smitten at a glance, and her beauty instantly overwhelmed her. She passed by without waiting for him to call.
Bo Yanqing had eyes on the back of his head. He waited until Nan Jiaojiao came behind him before turning around, taking her hand and gently pulling her into his arms, hugging her waist, and grabbing her again. Put a hand on your shoulder.
"Can you dance?"
Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the record player, "Where did you find this?"
"You have always kept it in the study, and the wardrobe is the most In the drawer on the left, I found it yesterday when I was looking for a book. It still works, so I gave it a try. " Nan Jiaojiao remembered that it was bought by Chu Yao from the director after filming a certain movie. It was rare. After a while, he lost interest and gave it to Nan Jiaojiao.
She was not romantic in the first place, and she thought it took up a lot of space, so she never used it.
"The voice is quite nice."
"Yeah."
Bo Yanqing led her slowly through the dance steps, "Don't be nervous, follow me, I will teach you."
Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously raised her head and chest, trying to match his height, but Bo Yanqing was getting lower and lower, and her waist went from straight at the beginning to slightly arched. Nan Jiaojiao was still looking for a position. His chin rested too much on her shoulder.
As I dance, the dance changes.
Finally, in a daze, Nan Jiaojiao grabbed a pillow and tried to hide in the bed, but he took the pillow away and asked in a low voice: "How to untie it?"
Nan Jiaojiao Jiao was so happy that she deliberately made him anxious. When she was about to be bitten, she surrendered.
The cell phone rang suddenly. Nan Jiaojiao was startled and leaned into his arms. As soon as her hand was groping for the bedside, he grabbed her hand and caught her back.
“Ignore it!”
Nan Jiaojiao stared at the dusty ceiling, “What if it’s a matter of work?”
"Why do I need to contact you in the middle of the night for work?"
Bo Yanqing grabbed the phone and pressed mute, threw it into the carpet, and pulled the quilt to cover the two of them.
(End of this chapter)