Chapter 150 Are you afraid

Bo Yanqing had never seen such a broken refrigerator.

He pressed his eyebrows and searched carefully without finding any milk. He took her hand-cranked milk tea, then took a cartoon cup, and rinsed it away with hot water.

Walking back to the living room, Nan Jiaojiao leaned against the sofa, hugged one knee and leaned on the carpet, wrapped in a thin blanket, and when she heard the footsteps, she looked back and generously gave up half of the blanket.

"Are you coming in Nuannuan?"

Bo Yanqing stuffed the milk tea to her and sat down next to her, but most of the blanket was used to wrap her around. He hugged her shoulders, and Nan Jiaojiao leaned over obediently.

"It's not good to drink, so you should add ice." She took a sip and frowned.

He was blocked by Bo Yanqing's words: "Don't even think about it."

Nan Jiaojiao didn't give up: "I still have a box cake, I'll get it."

As soon as she got up, Bo Yanqing grabbed her arm and pulled it into her arms, ignoring her resentful eyes, and glanced at the TV.

"I don't feel sleepy when I see this?"

"No, the pigs are screaming too loudly."

Bo Yanqing looked at Nan Jiaojiao and smiled, "Change one for you?"

"OK."

Nan Jiaojiao found a comfortable position in his arms, curled up on his legs, and pulled his arms off to use them to pillow his head.

"Do you watch a horror movie?"

She looked up and looked at him with a look of "I don't understand very much, but you must have a pit in your mind."

"What kind of eyes, do you look at it?"

Nan Jiaojiao sighed, "Just don't be afraid."

Bo Yanqing chuckled, heard the disgust in her words, and chose a horror film with the highest rating. "I'm not a little bit, I think what minute you can hold on to it."

However, he really underestimated Nan Jiaojiao.

Various blood type scenes and terrifying scenes, she didn't even blink her eyes or tremble her body. Not to mention sleepiness, she obviously became more and more awake as she looked.

Suddenly, the female ghost with disheveled hair hit the camera, coupled with the gloomy and horrible background music, Bo Yanqing grabbed Nan Jiaojiao's body and kissed her face heavily.

After a deep kiss, Bo Yanqing hugged her waist and wanted to embed her into her body.

Her slightly ups and downs breathing fell to Nan Jiaojiao's ears. She leaned her head against the sofa and looked up at the darkness above her head. Only the faint light emitted by the TV was floating.

She curled the corners of her lips and scratched her waist badly, "Uncle San, are you afraid?"

Bo Yanqing grabbed her hand, held it in her palm and squeezed it, "You should go to bed."

Nan Jiaojiao rubbed her knees against him again, "Are you scared?"

"No!" gritted his teeth.

The smile on the corner of her mouth slowly expanded, and she leaned close to his ear and let out a breath: "It doesn't matter if you are afraid, I will try to laugh as much as possible."

"You asked me that question just now."

"What?"

"Master Bo..." Bo Yanqing's eyes were well versed, and he leaned over and rubbed his nose with his nose. Nan Jiaojiao hid back, and he chased after her, kissed her, and said in a hoarse voice: "Good verbal skills."

“!!!”

He is so dangerous.

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to run, but just now she was hiding, and found that his hand had been stuck on the back of his head and could not move at all.

Bo Yan cleared the TV, hugged her, and walked into the bedroom while kissing.

Nan Jiaojiao curled up her legs, looked at her eyes wide and looked at her slightly closed eyes, and she was about to drown in his affectionate pampering. When she couldn't tell whether it was true or false, she had already been put into the bed by him.

It's like... the nine-tailed fox, bewitched by the demon monk, is so confused that he doesn't know the whole world.
Chapter completed!