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

Chapter 48 He provoked a little monster
When she woke up, she dared to tease her with the first sentence.

A smoldering look flashed across Nan Jiaojiao's eyes.

He punched him on the helmet, knocking him out.

Nan Jiaojiao found out his mobile phone without changing her face, dialed 120, told the location, waved her hand gracefully, and left.

By the time we got home, the sky was already dark.

She had planned to take a bath in the guest bedroom, and then quietly lie back in Bo Yanqing's arms, when she passed the master bedroom, a little light came through the crack of the half-closed door.

Did she turn on the light when she left?

Pushing open the door, the warm lamp by the bed was turned on, and the light and shadow spread down and fell on the man sitting by the bed.

The quilt covered his waist and abdomen, with a cigarette between his fingertips. Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, Bo Yanqing had just taken a puff of cigarette, with half of the cigarette dangling from his thin lips, he squinted his eyes and looked over.

"came back?"

Nan Jiaojiao took a deep breath, stood at the door without moving, fingered the door frame, and said in a low voice, "I smell bad, I'll wash it off first."

Bo Yanqing waved at her, "Come here."

Nan Jiaojiao hesitated for a while, took off her hat, threw it aside, and walked towards him.

Lifting one foot, before his knees landed on the bed, Bo Yanqing put out the cigarette, stretched out his long arms, hooked her shoulders into his arms.

The tip of his nose was pressed against the top of her hair, and he sniffed lightly.

"The smell of gunpowder?"

She nodded, "Yes, I went to the pier and burned Shen Shichu's goods."

A look of surprise flashed across Bo Yanqing's eyes.

Jiao Didi's little girl not only knows how to fight, but also burns other people's goods.

What kind of little monster did he provoke?

Nan Jiaojiao didn't hear him speak, she stepped back consciously, "Are you angry?"

Bo Yanqing hooked her chin to make her look up. The face in front of her was pure and fair, without any stains.

"Hasn't it been found?"

"No, I'm far away, Shen Shichu didn't find me."

"Why burn his goods?" he asked again.

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him strangely, "Didn't he make you angry, I'll help you out."

What she said in the hospital was actually true.

A senior student, who is so capable, single-handedly burned the entire ship's cargo, and was able to escape under Shen Shichu's nose.

However, Bo Yanqing didn't ask further questions, as if she didn't care much about her identity, Nan Jiaojiao didn't continue to talk.

She backed away again, sliding out of his arms.

"I'm going to take a shower."

She didn't go to the guest bedroom anymore, she just washed in the bathroom of the master bedroom, and took off the jacket of the jacket as she walked, revealing the little black vest inside, with a thin layer of sweat on the vest line.

Bo Yanqing's dark eyes deepened, he lifted the quilt and followed inside.

Nan Jiaojiao stood under the shower, she loosened her hair, water poured down from the top of her head, and a warm embrace stuck behind her.

She turned around and looked at Bo Yanqing's trousers for the first time. He had only such a pair of trousers and there was no need to change them. Nan Jiaojiao pushed him out of the water for his own good.

Just as he stretched out his hand, Bo Yanqing stuck it up again, wrapping his arms around her waist familiarly, and lifting her feet off the ground.

The man asked hoarsely, "I just took a few puffs of cigarettes, do you mind?"

Nan Jiaojiao raised her head, kissed his lips, and asked, "What should you do if your pants are wet?"

"Hanchuan will give it to me later."

She nodded, wrapped her legs around his waist, and climbed up a little, so that she could hold his head and kiss him.

Bo Yanqing took a few steps, closed the bathroom door, and turned off the lights. The thin light coming in from the window and the door made the atmosphere and eroticism more viscous and more... scorching hot.

(End of this chapter)