Chapter 1823 Quarrel
Mo Tingshen almost subconsciously wanted to hold Bo Yanqing's hand, and he deliberately rubbed it in his hand as he had done before. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Chu Yao beside him. His fingers He twitched violently, shook twice, and forced his hands to hold the bowl.
"Who said I want to eat it."
Mo Tingshen handed the fruit to Chu Yao, "Little waist, have a taste."
Chu Yao glanced at Dou didn't look at him, but he ate him to save his face.
He was instantly overcome with emotion, "This mango is definitely not as sweet as the one I cut."
"Oh," Chu Yao turned up the sound effects on his phone, and the sound effects of successive kills came out, "So what?"
He immediately answered: "You eat more, I will buy some for you to make a fruit plate later."
Chu Yao leaned against Nan Jiaojiao, "Baby, you Wait for me to revive in two seconds, then jump on my head. No need to walk around, remember to refresh the status buff."
Mo Tingshen asked for trouble, but he didn't feel disappointed at all.
"Aren't you choking after eating so much? Don't you plan to go out to eat?" Bo Yanqing started chasing people away again.
Mo Ting was as steady as an old dog, just sitting here, not saying a word to him, and as if he wanted to make someone angry, he rummaged around in the snack cabinet and took out a bunch of food. Go and show your courtesy to Chu Yao and Nan Jiaojiao.
Until Chu Yao said: "It's boring."
He immediately became alert, "What's wrong?"
Chu Yao poked the screen a few times and turned off the phone. He raised his hand and touched Nan Jiaojiao's head, "Have you prepared your rest for tomorrow?"
Nan Jiaojiao said: "It's adjusted."
"There's no rush then. Let's sleep and wake up naturally and then go out to have lunch together."
Chu Yao stood up and stretched his waist, " I'm sleepy, so I went back to sleep."
Nan Jiaojiao stuffed the pillow into her arms, "I won't give it to you."
"You're too lazy." Chu Yao poked her forehead. He put it in his pocket and said goodbye to Bo Yanqing.
As soon as she walked to the entrance, Mo Tingshen followed up and handed the shoes to her feet. He raised his hands feebly, wanting to hold her feet to help put them on, but Chu Yao was very skilled, and his feet I put it on as soon as I handed it inside, without giving him a chance to get started, opened the door and left.
Mo Tingshen was hit by the cold wind that hit him. Without any hesitation, he put on his shoes and chased out.
In the evening, Nan Jiaojiao took a bath and sat in front of the dressing table to dry her hair. Bo Yanqing finished washing in the second bedroom, reached out to touch her hair, then turned off the hair dryer, carried her to the bed, and patted her. Patting her thighs, she lay down naturally.
He smoothed her hair to one side and turned on the warm air to continue blowing.
"Did Chu Yao and Mo Tingshen quarrel?"
"You haven't watched the news recently?"
Nan Jiaojiao raised her head, blinked, and then stretched out her hand to reach over him. When he went to get his phone, Bo Yanqing stopped him and said, "I've been playing for too long, it hurts my eyes."
"I don't play games, I just read gossip."
"No need to read, tomorrow morning See it in person." Bo Yanqing pressed the screen and placed it on the bedside table out of her reach.
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes flashed, "Isn't it good?"
He pinched her nose in a funny way, "Is your cat eating melon next to you?"
>Nan Jiao shrank her neck and was about to get off his lap. Bo Yanqing hugged her back and gently combed her hair with his fingers, "Do you want to comb it?"
She raised her head and wiped it. , "If you don't want to comb your hair, it will be the same if you comb it tomorrow morning."
"Then wake me up, so that you won't feel the pain of combing your hair yourself and hit me when you rush over."
"How could I..."
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her mouth.
(End of this chapter)