Nan Jiaojiao jumped off Bo Yanqing's body. She had never been so agile in her life.
She didn't know whether she was feeling guilty or flustered, so she subconsciously pulled at her neckline a few times, which was still neat, "You should leave quickly."
Bo Yanqing half stood up, looking at her eyes with waning interest. There is no concealment at all, and the meaning is still unfinished.
He raised his eyebrows as he walked toward the door, then cheekily gave her a warning, "Tell them that I have left."
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes widened, "Young Master Come on, hurry up!”
Bo Yanqing reluctantly moved out of bed, took a few steps and pulled her into his arms, "This is your last chance, will you keep me?"
"I've never been one to seize opportunities. , thank you politely."
Nan Jiaojiao refused to let him hold her, pushed him to the balcony, and insisted on urging him to leave.
Bo Yanqing half-heartedly gave in, but his legs were really sincere and he didn’t want to leave, but he couldn’t resist his thin-skinned wife. Finally, he flirted with her for a while, turned over and jumped off the balcony.
Nan Jiaojiao was shocked, second floor!
She hurriedly leaned over to take a look. Bo Yanqing was holding on to a rope. He found a strong point with his toes and kicked a few times, landing firmly on the ground.
Nan Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Bo Yanqing looked up and made a "go" gesture.
Nan Jiaojiao pointed to the rope hanging on the balcony, lowering her voice like a thief, "Take this away!"
"I will still need it after tomorrow. Climbing onto someone else’s balcony to find you? Throw it away.”
"Take it and throw it away!"
Nan Jiaojiao blushed and untied the rope and threw it to him. Without even looking down, she got into the bedroom, turned off the light, jumped into the bed and covered herself with the quilt. to the neck.
I feel more and more guilty of being a thief.
Downstairs, Bo Yanqing slowly picked up the rope. Lu Zhenzhen folded his arms, leaned against the pillar, and waved to him, "Walk slowly, Mr. Bo."
Bo Yanqing's expression did not change, and he even gestured to her with the rope, "Does Mr. Gao need this? I will give it to him for free."
"No, it is impossible for him to climb on other people's balconies."
"Maybe, the eldest lady is always welcome to stay in my house for a few days in the future. If Mr. Gao comes to you and comes with this rope, I will turn a blind eye."
Who loves to quarrel in his weird sarcasm!
Lu Zhenzhen gritted his teeth and smiled, "Get out of here."
Bo Yanqing raised his eyes, but still thanked him before leaving.
Hanchuan was waiting outside the car, holding half a bottle of water in his hand. From a distance, he saw his third brother holding a rope slowly walking over, as if he was walking in his own backyard.
Hanchuan threw the water into the car and walked towards it.
"Third Master, there is news over there. Han Mang is close and he has passed."
Bo Yanqing slowed down the rope and twisted it around his fingertips , lowered his eyes and contemplated for a while.
He said, "I'm afraid it won't be possible for Hanmang to go. I'll go there myself."
Hanchuan's pupils flickered quickly, "Sir, if you leave now, what will you do if you can't catch up with the wedding tomorrow? Why don't you tell the young lady? "What?"
Bo Yanqing handed the rope to Hanchuan, his hand touched the phone case, lifted it up, and put it back, "Forget it, tell her now, she will be worried, you stay here Wait, I'll be back soon."
"Then I'll tell Han Che to go with you."
Han Chuan called Han Che immediately. He didn't insist on following Bo Yanqing. In their hearts, the young lady is also their master.
Before leaving, Bo Yanqing looked back at the window where Nan Jiaojiao was, and paused for about a minute before getting in the car. (End of this chapter)