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

Chapter 44
As soon as Xu Shu left, Bo Yanqing closed the door himself.

With a "cracking" sound, the lollipop was bitten into pieces in his mouth.

Nan Jiaojiao stared blankly at the man walking towards her, feeling a toothache for the first time.

"My injuries have been treated by Dr. Xu."

Nan Jiaojiao watched him unscrew the bottle cap and reminded him.

Bo Yanqing took a look at her, but there was no emotion in his brows, he stepped forward in two steps, and lifted up the hem of her skirt.

The cool cold wind penetrated into her thighs, and the tulle rubbed against it causing slight pain. Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously pushed her feet in, but a big hand was pressed on her knees, unable to move at all.

She kept it a secret until now, but was still discovered.

The coldness in Bo Yanqing's black eyes became heavier and heavier, his breath seemed to be cut off, and he spat out inch by inch, "You can bear it quite well."

A sarcastic voice, low and low, as if burrowing into his ears.

Nan Jiaojiao shuddered all over, "No, it doesn't hurt."

"Say one more thing?" Bo Yanqing threatened her, his side face tensed.

She didn't dare, and quietly glanced at the wound between her legs.

A red patch, threadlike, resembling a scratch.

He didn't wear a riding suit, nor any armor, and unfortunately he was wearing a skirt, so when he pinched the horse's belly, he would inevitably rub his wounds.

The ointment was applied, and Bo Yanqing didn't use a cotton swab, just rubbed it on her wound when her fingers got it on.

At first she could bear it, but when he wiped the badly injured area, she twitched in pain.

"Third Uncle, take it easy, it hurts."

Bo Yanqing squatted in front of her, with the hand holding the ointment resting on the bent knee. Hearing this, he pulled the corner of his lower lip coldly, "You are a piece of wood, can you also call it pain?"

"Whether it hurts or not depends on who is screaming in front of."

The man paused, then poked the wound severely.

"Third Uncle!" She yelled in pain.

"Stop acting like a baby at me, it won't work."

Bo Yanqing's face was as cold as the Hades's, and he gradually lost his temper, but after hearing her cry of pain, he was the one who felt uncomfortable.

Unknowingly, the strength in the hands was released and rubbed a lot.

When it was all painted, he gently fanned it with the palm of his hand.

Without distraction, he mocked: "Shen Shichu left you behind, and you don't even have one or two weights in her heart?"

Nan Jiaojiao looked up at the sky.

Well……

The ceiling is white, and there is only one arc-shaped lamp, and the scattered light is not too strong. The warm orange halo draws a layer of halo in her hair, and a thin cold light shines through her straight nose.

She thought to herself, Dr. Xu is really simple.

After thinking about it, she began to ponder over Bo Yanqing's attitude, but she really has no experience in emotions, so she might as well ask him humbly: "Excuse me, third uncle, are you angry at Shen Shichu now?"

Bo Yanqing seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but he was still half squatting, raised his head, and met Nan Jiaojiao's eyes when he looked down.

She was sitting with her hands propped on the edge of the bed, with a lollipop in her mouth. The white tube reached from the left corner of her mouth to the right corner of her mouth, flipping it back and forth.

The man's eyes darkened, and he snatched her lollipop. The sugar on it was all melted, leaving only a little bit of sugar residue.

"Why am I angry? Don't put your own mood on me."

So, is he angry or not?
Before Nan Jiaojiao could take a closer look, Bo Yanqing had already stood up, put the ointment into a bag, and held it in his hand instead of handing it to her.

It seemed that she was about to leave, so Nan Jiaojiao stood up and asked, "Then I'll beat him up and help you vent your anger, okay?"

(End of this chapter)