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

Chapter 65

my people?
Is Ji Mingyue really his woman?
That's right, the dignified Third Master Bo, it's impossible not to have a few little lovers around her, isn't she just wrapped up.

Thinking of this, the corners of Nan Jiaojiao's mouth curled into a hint of sneer, her lips were pursed lightly, showing no sign of speaking, her eyes lightly passed over Bo Yanqing's face.

"Nan Jiaojiao." Bo Yanqing said in a low voice.

She still stood still.

He can be stubborn.

"Mr. Bo, bullying my girlfriend like this in front of me, isn't it okay?"

A carefree male voice came from behind the crowd, and a small piece of land surrounded by people was abruptly separated.

Han Qi had a plaster cast on his right hand, the bandage snarled around his neck a few times, his broken hand was hanging, but his expression was still evil and unrestrained, he was surrounded by people, and when he was approaching, he went straight to Nan Jiaojiao.

"Well, did they do anything to you? Are you injured?"

Everyone was busy in a daze, when did Nan Jiaojiao provoke Han Qi again?
The second ancestor of the Jiang family, said to be the crown prince, has long controlled the Jiang family and the Han family. He is a figure in Rongcheng who can rival Bo Yanqing except for the Mo family.

In front of everyone, Han Qi protected Nan Jiaojiao, with an intimate posture, and even asked questions as lightly as if he was coaxing his little ancestor, "I'm here, I will support you, who dares to bully you, I will let him take it off." With arms and legs removed, you will never walk out of Minglun intact!"

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, and looked at Han Qi suspiciously.

She has beaten her like this, which song is this song from?

Han Qi couldn't get a word out of her question, so he asked someone else to ask. It happened that someone watched the whole process from when Modi made things difficult for Lu Zhenzhen. .

Han Qi stroked his hand a little, then decisively pulled Nan Jiaojiao back, and said in a loud voice, "What's the matter, it's my baby who beat me up, what should Xiao San do?"

"..."

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen shameless people who are so righteous.

Modi had fainted from the pain, but when he heard the word "Little San", he woke up from the pain again, leaning against Ji Mingyue's arms and crying.

Han Qi coldly sneered: "Destroying the relationship between husband and wife, you dare to find yourself in front of Zhenggong to be arrogant. If you don't beat her up, my baby is good at beating up. If you are not convinced, find your backer. I, Han Qi, will argue with him personally." In theory, beating you still thinks my darling's hands are dirty, I'll leave my words here today, and don't let my darling get angry enough, and no one can leave."

As soon as the words fell, Modi didn't dare to cry anymore, and Ji Mingyue was also trembling with fear.

Han Qi is not in the entertainment industry, but he wants to kill someone, just like crushing an ant.

The remaining half of Lu Zhenzhen's alcohol was gone. She didn't want to see Han Qi, so she said those words to him and defended Nan Jiaojiao's posture. It was rare for Miss Lu to give him a thumbs up.

Nan Jiaojiao's face was still not good-looking, she withdrew her hand, Han Qi immediately turned around, held her hand even tighter, and coaxed dotingly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her thin lips, and then pressed two fingers on Han Qi's index finger.

"Ah!! Fuck me!!"

Fold another finger.

Han Qi let go of her hand, and cried: "I just lost one of your hands, come again?! Darling, you have to be really angry. Let's say it's okay on the bed. Don't do domestic violence in public. You are trying to murder your relatives." Husband!"

Nan Jiaojiao stared at him coldly: "Go away."

"I'm not leaving!" Han Qi rushed up and stood close to her, "I'll stay here unless you chase me away."

Nan Jiaojiao didn't move him, and she couldn't even beat him away. She pushed him twice, but he pushed his chest up instead.

In the eyes of others, it seemed like flirting, and Young Master Han almost threw himself into his arms.

Bo Yan squinted his eyes coldly, with low air pressure lingering all over his body, and the cigarette caught between his fingertips was pinched out of a dent.

"Have you had enough trouble?" He asked coldly.

(End of this chapter)