Bo Yanching heard the underlying meaning, “So you wouldn’t have come if you knew?”
Nan Jiaojiao choked for a moment and coughed out loud.
It wasn’t even time for her to miss him physically, so why had she come?
Moreover, Bo Yanching pretended to have just met her, and Nan Jiaojiao cooperated by not exposing him; just then, high heels approached from afar.
A woman dressed in E.Y’s autumn collection walked up, bent over in front of Bo Yanching, pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, and then naturally sat beside him.
She glanced lightly over Nan Jiaojiao’s face and deliberately leaned into Bo Yanching’s ear, “Who’s this little girl, how did she find this place, do you need me to solve some trouble for you?”
Bo Yanching’s expression was cold, “The Old Lady brought her back.”
The woman was startled and knew that meant she was untouchable.
She was very wary of any woman appearing next to Bo Yanching, especially one with a face too beautiful, her gaze at Nan Jiaojiao growing even sharper, “Is that so, you have a relationship with grandma?”
Nan Jiaojiao, sensing the woman’s hostility, spoke truthfully, “Just met.”
The woman scornfully laughed, “These little girls nowadays are so crafty; they don’t even spare an old woman.
By the way, which car did grandma drive today?”
Nan Jiaojiao frowned slightly and was about to speak when Auntie Wu came over with pastries, placing them one by one on the coffee table. Get faster updates on g.com.
Bo Yanching pushed a cup of jasmine milk tea and a plate of cheese pastries toward Nan Jiaojiao, “Try these, too much sugar is bad for the teeth, I’ve cut yours in half.”
These were all things children ate.
Probably only the milk tea was the sweetest, which she didn’t like much, but she obediently picked it up anyway.
Kang Xiangyue’s face looked terrible as she forced a smile and tossed her hair, “So, you do know each other?
Why didn’t you tell me?”
Bo Yanching didn’t look up from his documents, “Haven’t known her long, haven’t dared to touch, afraid of scaring her.”
Nan Jiaojiao held a sip of milk tea in her mouth, as if it contained iron, painfully swallowing it down.
Kang Xiangyue immediately sat up straight, her smile hard to maintain, “You don’t like this kind, do you?”
Bo Yanching leaned back, his eyes slanting toward Nan Jiaojiao, “You won’t know until you try.”
Nan Jiaojiao was just about to grab a pastry but couldn’t control her strength and squeezed the flaky crust, her mood crumbling just like the ruined pastry.
A moment ago he had pretended not to know her, now he was using her to block his admirers.
Kang Xiangyue’s gaze almost pierced through her like knives.
Jealousy burned into her brain, and she was about to confront the girl when Old Lady Bo strode in.
“Try what, marry as a precondition to try?”
As soon as Old Lady Bo sat down, she didn’t even glance at Kang Xiangyue but kept her eyes fixed on Nan Jiaojiao, looking at her as if she had found a treasure, eyeing her several times before saying to Bo Yanching, “I asked her to wait for me, and you’ve lured her away; you’re responsible now.”
Bo Yanching touched his forehead, “Grandma…”
“What are you shouting about!”
Old Lady Bo retorted loudly, beginning to cry, “You’re the one in the wrong, yet you’re yelling at me.
I’ve brought back so many girls, this old face is almost losing its honor—all for whom?
Finally there’s someone you have an eye for, and you’re still pushing her away.
Why is my fate so harsh…”
Bo Yanching sighed, knowing Old Lady Bo was putting on an act but still handed over a tissue.
“She’s still young, don’t scare her.”
He spoke very softly, audible only to Old Lady Bo.
She suddenly grabbed Bo Yanching’s hand, “Is it really interesting?”
“Not saying to just try?”
“That works!”
Old Lady Bo patted Bo Yanching’s hand, satisfied, the tears on her face disappearing as if by magical transformation, she wiped them quickly away.
Her eyes intense, she stared at Nan Jiaojiao so ferociously, as if afraid the girl might run away.