Chapter 1100: Do I Look Like I Need That Little Bit of Money

Turns out they don’t really care about the Ye Family; they’re more concerned about the taste in their mouth.

“Why’re you sulking?

It’s not like I’d mind.”

Bo Yanching playfully tapped her forehead, and without pulling back his hand, he fastened her seatbelt for her.

“I have the afternoon off, want to go out and have some fun?”

“I want to go too!”

Bo Qingshan squeezed half of his head in from the back seat.

Bo Yanching pushed him back with a slap, “What are you tagging along for?

Don’t you have tutoring this afternoon?”

“Teacher Yang has some family issues, she asked for leave!”

Bo Yanching glanced at him through the gap in the seat, with a look that screamed “Do you think I believe that crap?”

Bo Qingshan immediately felt insulted and quickly clarified, “It’s true!

Teacher Yang called Great Grandmother yesterday, and I heard it while I was right there, or else why would I take Qianqian out to play at noon?”

Bo Yanching turned his head indifferently.

Not lying.

But that doesn’t mean he welcomes this nephew.

Lacks social cues!

Bo Qingshan knew well that given his sparse familial bond with his uncle, there was no way he’d naturally lean towards indulging him, so he quickly switched targets, lightly tugging at Nan Jiaojiao’s clothing shoulder.

“Sister Jiaojiao, take me with you, please.

I promise I’ll be good.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded, “Alright.”

Bo Yanching…

Agreed just like that?

Then did he look a bit silly just now, when he pinched his voice to whine and plead?

Suddenly felt his own act of being coquettish was a bit sissy.

He silently sat back, trying to emulate Bo Yanching, to say something to regain his manliness, when an old dog’s voice asked: “Where do you want to go?”

Nan Jiaojiao hesitated, “Or maybe horse riding again.”

“Doing the same old stuff, don’t you get bored?”

“Zhenzhen recently hired a pastry chef from Jiangnan.”

Bo Yanching instantly got it, “Alright, then let’s go horse riding.”

The car headed towards the suburbs, and on the way, Nan Jiaojiao was too busy snacking to free her hands, so she asked Bo Yanching to call Lu Zhenzhen and ask Miss Lu to pull some strings; she wanted to try the most popular pastries.

Apparently, the chef was quite temperamental, only cooking for reserved guests, no extra orders allowed, except for the boss.

Bo Yanching asked for her phone, driving one-handed, and quickly found Lu Zhenzhen’s number.

He dialed and explained, “Miss Lu wouldn’t pick up if it’s from my phone.”

Nan Jiaojiao curiously asked, “Why?”

“She looks down on our group, not keen on interactions.”

Nan Jiaojiao swallowed the “But we’re all friends” she was about to say.

It was indeed very Lu Zhenzhen-like.

When the call connected, Bo Yanching put it on speaker and handed the phone to Nan Jiaojiao.

She mentioned wanting to go to the equestrian club, and Lu Zhenzhen on the call told her assistant to turn around, saying she’d drive to the equestrian club too.

They vaguely heard the assistant’s small complaint: “President Lu, they’re waiting just a step away from signing the contract; can’t you take some time, sign the contract, and then go?

It’s worth billions…”

“Does your auntie look like she’s short on spending money?”

Lu Zhenzhen replied righteously, leaving them speechless.

No more sound came from the assistant after that; he was probably left in silent existential contemplation.

Bo Yanching couldn’t help but laugh, remembering how a clueless someone once danced up to Nan Jiaojiao; she dominantly dragged them over in front of him with the line “Am I short of that little money?” nearly leaving him speechless.

He chuckled at Nan Jiaojiao, “Truly friends indeed.”