Chapter 111: Mr

Bo, Beware of Fatigue Driving

111: Chapter 111 Mr.

Bo, Beware of Fatigue Driving “No, no, no, I can’t take it.”

Ye Wanting set down the fruit basket, wiped her hands on her clothes, and pulled out a card from her pocket, “This was delivered by someone from the Manager this morning.

I was planning to find a time to give it to you at school, but since you’re here, take it.”

“You keep it.”

Nan Jiaojiao pressed her hand down, pushing the card back into Ye Wanting’s pocket, “I’m not in any immediate trouble, and Madam Ye has more need for the money, so you hold onto it.”

Ye Wanting wouldn’t accept it.

Nan Jiaojiao said, “Consider it a loan from me.”

Only then did Ye Wanting accept it, her eyes reddening, “Jiaojiao, really, thank you.”

Nan Jiaojiao patted her shoulder, picked up the fruit basket, and Ye Wanting tried to take it from her, but she didn’t let her.

So, they each held one side and carried it together into the ward.

Madam Ye was still unconscious, and Nan Jiaojiao didn’t stay long before she left.

Ye Wanting walked her to the hospital entrance before reluctantly returning.

Coming out of the ATM room, Nan Jiaojiao saw Bo Yanching.

He was standing under a tree, handsome and distinguished, his profile outlined by the dappled light through the leaves, even his eyebrows and eyes wrapped in a soft golden halo.

Nan Jiaojiao only glanced at him, not really thinking he was there waiting for her, debating whether to greet him, but her feet had already honestly carried her towards the exit.

Bo Yanching sighed and caught up, “You’re pretending not to know me now?”

Nan Jiaojiao took a step back and said, “Mr.

Bo.”

Formal to the point of almost bowing to him.

The cold, distant tone made his heart clog up.

“Not asking about me and Jih Mingyue?”

No need to ask; it’s all over the trending searches.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at his suit, “You must be tired from staying up all night, head home early to rest, and be careful not to drive when fatigued.”

Bo Yanching: “…”

He listened carefully to her tone; it wasn’t sour, nor was it angry.

She was even advising him seriously and considerately.

Is she heartless or unfeeling?

Or did she never consider him as her man?!

“Have you eaten?” he changed the subject.

Nan Jiaojiao honestly asked back, “Breakfast or lunch?”

“What do you think?”

“I’ve had breakfast, not lunch yet, but I’m not planning to eat now.”

Great, her words, with their ups and downs, completely blocked any way for him to continue.

Bo Yanching put on a thick face, “Then join me for lunch.”

“I’m busy this afternoon.”

“Then tonight!”

Bo Yanching pressed hard on his brow, his molars clenching tight, his expression resolute, “Don’t forget, you still owe me a meal.

We’ll make it up tonight.”

Nan Jiaojiao used up all the excuses she could think of, could not come up with any more lies, and reluctantly agreed.

“Fine, dinner.”

She hurried to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and left.

As she was leaving, her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the black sedan parked in the temporary parking space and Han Chuan next to the car.

So, Bo Yanching really was waiting for her?

Why bother, all this fuss?

He might have three legs, but even three boats wouldn’t be enough for him to step on.

At noon, Nan Jiaojiao met with Pei Dongshi for lunch.

Worried about being forced to sit through incomprehensible financial reports at the office, she intentionally chose a nearby restaurant, and yet Pei Dongshi brought the documents there.

The meal was hard to swallow, nobody could enjoy food with all those numbers in front of them.

As soon as they finished eating, a collection of new autumn fashion designs was spread out before her.

She curled up in the couch and after a long look, her head aching, she lamented, “Brother, hiring child labor is illegal.”