The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 115 I Can Only Call You Third Uncle From Now On
Shen Shichu felt uncomfortable being looked at by her, so he pretended to glance at his watch.

Question: "I have to rush back to the company to deal with business, how do you go?"

He didn't want to spend more than a second with her.

Nan Jiaojiao was not polite, she just shook her face: "Take a taxi."

After speaking, he left, not paying any attention to Shen Shichu's expression.

When she got in the taxi, Bo Yanqing's phone call came, she raised her eyebrows and stared blankly, the bell rang for a while and then it was quiet.

She felt that there was no need to call back, and just as she was about to put the phone in her bag, the vibration in her palm started again.

"Hey?"

"It's me." Bo Yanqing's clear voice came from the receiver.

"I know, what's the matter?" This cold and distant tone almost made Bo Yanqing suspect that he had made a mistake.

"Sheng Yue Mansion, come here, you owe me a meal."

Nan Jiaojiao breathed out, and after two seconds of silence, she responded, "Okay."

Bo Yanqing has an exclusive box in Shengyue Mansion, when Nan Jiaojiao goes, she pays with her card first, and then looks for her.

Sitting on the big round table was a man with a handsome figure. There was a cigarette case in front of him, but he was not smoking. He was looking down at the emails on his phone.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up and stretched out his long arms, as if to hug her, "Sit next to me."

Nan Jiaojiao closed the door and sat next to him, "I've bought the order, and I'll pay for any order later."

Bo Yanqing turned his lower body to get closer to her, his black eyes looked at her serious face for a moment, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile, "Surprising."

"Uncle Three."

He teased: "You're not called Mr. Bo anymore?"

"Alright, you can call me whatever you like."

She took out the wedding invitation, "But after I get married, I should only be able to call you Third Uncle."

Bo Yanqing's eyebrows twitched, the smile in his eyes disappeared little by little, and he grabbed her face coldly, "What do you mean?"

Nan Jiaojiao pushed the invitation in front of him, "On the wedding day, you should sit in the senior seat."

Bo Yanqing's face was tense, and he had been staring at her since she took out the invitation card, without paying attention to the red color.

The gloomy color in the bottom of the eyes is getting heavier and heavier.

Nan Jiaojiao kept her eyes on the steam floating on the vegetables, and asked calmly, "I'm so hungry, can I eat?"

"Ah."

Bo Yanqing let out a short sneer.

"Eat."

Nan Jiaojiao picked up the chopsticks and added a bowl of rice for herself, she could pick whatever she wanted.

Bo Yanqing was next to her, didn't take a sip, half of the bottle of red wine was down, I didn't see him take a few sips, but he drank every sip vigorously, within a short while, the scent of wine slowly lingered to the tip of Nan Jiaojiao's nose.

She still didn't look at him, and when she was full, she arranged the chopsticks before saying politely: "I'm done eating."

"Full?" he asked.

"Ah."

Nan Jiaojiao wiped her mouth, took a sip of water to rinse her mouth, and was about to say goodbye.

She just stood up, her waist was hooked, and the man's strong arms pulled her into his arms.

"Uncle Third?"

Nan Jiaojiao sat sideways on his lap, the strength on her waist was inseparable, her shoulders were pressed against his heart tightly, she raised her head, the broken light of the chandelier shone into her eyes, she still couldn't see his expression clearly, black The shadow pressed closer, and the lips were kissed.

"Well……"

Probably because she was full, she pushed him away with all her strength, but Bo Yanqing immediately supported the back of her head, pulled her back, and pressed her lips together again after they were separated for a few seconds.

He kissed very roughly, bumping his teeth a few times and biting the corner of her mouth.

"Little bastard, you have no conscience!"

(End of this chapter)