Chapter 100: Is there nothing you want to say to me

Pei Dongshi dropped her off at Wang’s Tavern and then left.

Nan Jiaojiao felt a little bad since he hadn’t eaten yet.

After thinking for a bit, she transferred him two hundred yuan and said with consideration, “It’s not much, but it’s enough for one person to have dinner.”

Pei Dongshi hit the brakes so hard he nearly flew out of his seat.

He replied through gritted teeth, “Thanks for the generosity, big shot.”

Nan Jiaojiao responded with courtesy, “You’re welcome.

There’s no need to be so formal.”

“Babe, over here!”

Lu Zhenzhen waved at her.

Nan Jiaojiao put away her phone and walked over.

It was a seat by the window.

Lu Zhenzhen called out to her and then went back to looking at her documents, dressed in a fitted suit and a white vintage-collar shirt, with solid-colored trousers, and black peep-toe high heels.

Nan Jiaojiao consciously lightened her steps and seated herself on the sofa opposite, looking seriously at Lu Zhenzhen, “Just got back from a funeral?”

“…”

Lu Zhenzhen took a sip of red wine to smooth things over, then slightly lifted a finger while holding her glass, pointing at her, “If I didn’t hang out with you so often, that mouth of yours could choke me to death eight hundred times a day.”

Nan Jiaojiao wore a face of pure innocence.

“I was a bit busy today and didn’t go home to change.

I just came over like this.

Did you forget I’ve already joined my dad’s company?

I turned down a dinner engagement to be here with you tonight.”

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, “I’m not very good at speaking.

Teach me.”

“What’s there to teach?

You’re cute the way you are.”

Lu Zhenzhen’s eyes flashed with a hint of weightiness, followed by a lifting of her eyebrows and a fox-like smirk tugging at the corners of her eyes, “I like you just the way you are.

Hurry and order, I’m starving.”

Lu Zhenzhen pinched her face, then withdrew her hand, flipping a page of the document in the process.

Nan Jiaojiao took out her phone to scan the code and order food.

She asked, “Should we move to a private room?”

Lu Zhenzhen played with her ear hair, too busy to give her a glance, “No need.

I’ll be done soon, and I don’t like private rooms.”

That was indeed true.

They rarely asked for a private room when dining together.

Besides, Wang’s Tavern was high-end with a tranquil atmosphere that was not disturbing.

Even in the main hall, there were partitions, and the voices from the next table were hardly audible.

Nan Jiaojiao took out her phone to play, muted all the sounds, making the noises around her even clearer, like the small disturbance at the entrance.

“President Bo!”

“Third Master Bo, you’re here for dinner, too?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyebrows lifted slightly as she looked up and saw Bo Yanching standing with a few wealthy businessmen, chatting and purposely letting his gaze linger on her as he spoke.

Bo Yanching had been intercepted midway and, after exchanging pleasantries for a few moments, headed straight toward Nan Jiaojiao.

The girl was engrossed in her game, barely lifting her eyes when he approached.

“Uncle.”

“Here for dinner with a friend?” Bo Yanching asked.

Nan Jiaojiao nodded.

“Have you ordered yet?”

She exited the game and brought up the menu for him to see, “This is what we’re having.”

Bo Yanching naturally took it and scanned it quickly, adding two soups, “Drink some stomach-nourishing soup tonight, you have a weak stomach.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him in surprise, even Lu Zhenzhen who was trying hard to be invisible on the other side shot him an unexpected glance.

She didn’t like soup.

At the Bo Family, the soup was always served by Bo Yanching; she’d just sip a little to show some appreciation, then focus on the spicy dishes.

From just that, he deduced she had a weak stomach?

Bo Yanching set the phone down on the table and leaned in, his hands propped on the table and the back of the sofa, exactly enclosing her in front of his chest.

“Don’t you have even a single word to say to me?”