Bo Yanching’s face was so gloomy that it looked like it could wring out water.
He asked Xu Shu, “Did he suffer a head injury?”
Xu Shu shook his head, “No, he’s completely normal.”
It’s just that the little brat has an incurable habit of spouting nonsense.
Bo Yanching knew he couldn’t get anything more out of Xu Shu, so after a few words of caution, he left.
As he closed the door, he glanced inside and saw Bo Qingshan looking up in adoration.
As if he had been fed a love potion.
…
After Nan Jiaojiao finished her shower, she saw a message from Shen Shichu on her phone screen.
[Okay, be careful on your way, I’ll come to see you tomorrow.]
The message was from two minutes ago.
He had ignored her all night and thought he could appease her with a couple of terse sentences.
Just as Nan Jiaojiao was about to reply to him, Lu Zhenzhen’s call came in, her voice frantic, “Jiaobaoer, do you know who you saved?”
“Who?”
“Bo Qingshan, Bo Yanching’s son.
Now he’s looking all over the city for you, oh no, he’s looking for Xiao Nanshan.
He probably suspects your acupuncture skills.
I changed several fake IPs for you, but he’s broken through them all.
It might require your personal involvement.”
Nan Jiaojiao paused as she dried her hair, “Understood.”
She turned on her computer, and indeed, there were several red dots trailing her on the map.
Not many in the world dared challenge Lu Zhenzhen’s hacking skills.
Even Nan Jiaojiao struggled to contend with them, convincing her that the one who had breached her location had to be Bo Yanching himself.
If she couldn’t hide it, then she wouldn’t.
Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
When the door opened, Bo Yanching stood in the doorway dressed in a black suit, their eyes met, and his brow immediately furrowed.
“Jiaojiao?”
What sort of expression was that?
First it was vigilant, icy, followed by suspicion and disappointment.
Nan Jiaojiao instinctively stepped back inside, “What’s wrong, Uncle Three?”
Bo Yanching immediately took out his phone, the red dots were in Western City, but he was in the city center.
Even when he took matters into his own hands, he still found himself at a false address.
Nan Jiaojiao didn’t speak.
She first exposed her real address to him and then covered it with a fake one; Bo Yanching, realizing he had gone to the wrong place, would leave.
“Huh?” Nan Jiaojiao was a bit stunned.
He walked in and casually shut the door behind him, “I’m a little tired, need a few drinks to relax.”
Nan Jiaojiao’s back tensed, she pursed her lips and replied, “Yes, I’ll go get it for you.”
She walked further inside, with footsteps following her for a few steps, not knowing where he stopped, Nan Jiaojiao didn’t look back.
She grabbed a bottle of red wine and poured just one-third into a single glass.
When she turned around, she saw Bo Yanching leaning against the back of the sofa, holding the black strap dress she had left there.
Bo Yanching’s gaze was cool and inquisitive, his thin lips slightly curled into a smile, “Jiaojiao, you’re quite the troublemaker, huh?
Tell me, what’s going on?”
Nan Jiaojiao’s breath hitched upon looking into the man’s dark eyes, she softly said, “The dress is Zhenzhen’s.”
Bo Yanching laughed and gestured her over.
Nan Jiaojiao approached to hand him the red wine when her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and a strong force pulled her into his embrace.
Her chin was lifted, the man’s fingertips as chilling as the coldness in his eyes at that moment.
“And then, what did you do wearing this dress?”
Nan Jiaojiao: “I got into a fight, saved a kid, and I called the police.”
“Hmm.” Bo Yanching’s voice was low, laced with a hint of coolness, “You know acupuncture?”
Nan Jiaojiao’s face suddenly paled, her expression awkward and tense, she hesitantly shook her head, “Acupuncture?
What acupuncture?”
Bo Yanching’s smile widened, but his demeanor grew colder.
He gripped Nan Jiaojiao’s waist, lifting her and placing her onto the back of the sofa.
He asked in a cold voice, “Still going to lie to me?”