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

Chapter 61 Captured by Bo Yanqing
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Han Qi fell off the sofa, wiped the corner of his mouth, and couldn't tell whether it was red wine or his blood.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Nan Jiaojiao walking towards him, and his body trembled in fright, his whole back stuck tightly to the foot of the sofa, looking up at the woman holding the broken bottle.

Smiled: "Happy, the young master is very happy."

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him with perverted eyes.

It's really impossible to have any sense of appreciation for a man who smiles at her with his bloody mouth open.

She touched the Bluetooth headset and said, "Private Room 906, Mr. Han ordered [-] bottles of Remy Martin."

"How many?!"

The waiter brother was dozing off in the wine cellar, when he heard the number, he suddenly woke up, "Are you sure it was Master Han who gave the order?"

Nan Jiaojiao didn't change her face: "Yes."

"You...you wait, there are only [-] bottles in the wine cellar, and I'll have someone transfer them from the branch immediately. You must hold on to Mr. Han, come soon, soon!"

"Ah."

She stabilized Han Qi?
Nan Jiaojiao smashed half of the bottle of wine on the coffee table, okay, the bottle was shattered, and the fragments and wine splashed all over Han Qi.

He looked at the little girl's back, the bored expression on her little face, and liked it no matter what she saw.

Han Qi wiped his mouth and got up to chase after him. His girlfriend pulled him, pouted and acted like a baby: "Young Master Han, it's such a disappointment. You deliberately celebrated someone's birthday, but she ruined it. I'm angry. You You have to coax me."

"Spoiler, huh?"

Han Qi snorted with a smile, stretched out his hand, someone put a gift box in his palm, and he passed it to her.

Inside was a whole set of EY jewelry.

"Young Master Han, I knew you..."

"A parting gift."

The woman's smiling face froze, and her whole body was cold. She grabbed the jewelry box and shouted heart-piercingly, but she didn't let the man stop.

Nan Jiaojiao didn't walk fast, when the strong wind came from behind her, she ducked down, turned around and kicked on the man's calf, he reacted quickly, blocking her hands and feet, grabbing Nan Jiaojiao's shoulder to the wall.

"Little Fairy, you are so cruel. My face was disfigured by you. Tell me, how should I compensate you?"

Nan Jiaojiao didn't move.

Cold eyes stared at him.

She only used two points of strength, and Han Qi used almost all his strength to quickly control her, with a playful smile at the end of his eyes, and every time he said a word, he got closer to her: "My girlfriend doesn't want me anymore, I'm good!" Poor, should you make it up to me?"

Nan Jiaojiao's brows twitched, and there was a look of coldness between her brows and eyes.

Raising his hand to crush Han Qi's shoulder, he suddenly paused.

Diagonally across the corridor, a tall figure stood outside the bathroom.

Bo Yanqing was holding a cigarette between his fingertips, but he hadn't smoked it, and the ashes had lasted for a long time. Under the orange light, his face was resolute and his expression was cold, his eyes seemed to be wrapped in the coldness of the sea level in the middle of the night.

Looking straight at her.

Nan Jiaojiao's heart trembled, and she missed her head for the first time.

The beauty put her shoulders together, and Han Qi immediately pressed her against the wall, and said to her ear: "Little fairy, if you say you like me, I will give you my life!"

Bo Yanqing walked by.

His eyebrows furrowed fiercely.

Nan Jiaojiao stared blankly at him, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth, when the cigarette was delivered to the corner of his mouth, he flicked the ash off.

They didn't look at her again, and didn't look back, they were as indifferent as if they had never known each other.

"How is it?" Han Qi urged beside her ear, his mouth almost touching her face.

Nan Jiaojiao took a deep breath, palmed Han Qi's shoulder, and held his claws.

The next second, a man's screams of pain sounded like killing a pig in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)