Chapter 1177: Come Keep Vigil for My Dad's Seven-Day Memorial with Me

This really stirred Nan Jiaojiao’s hunger worm.

She almost got into it, touching his abs and quickly pulled back her hand, then pushed his shoulder to forcibly separate.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t dare look at him, running shyly into the bedroom bathroom.

Bo Yanching lay on his back, head resting on the sofa back, breathing low and controlled, turning the TV volume to its lowest, a soft sigh rolled out from his throat.

Was he not feeling uncomfortable holding back?

If he weren’t afraid of scaring her or worried about the unexpected pain from their injuries, he wouldn’t pretend to be so serious.

He had never been like this before.

He truly liked Nan Jiaojiao from the bottom of his heart.

He glanced down, fortunately the light was dim so she probably didn’t see anything.

Bo Yanching’s arm lay across his forehead, slowly calming his emotions down.

Nan Jiaojiao washed her face in the bathroom, and when she went out, it was still that lamp’s light, the movie wasn’t playing anymore, but Peppa Pig was being broadcasted.

Bo Yanching was sitting on the sofa, looking down at his phone.

Noticing she came out, he put down his phone and turned up the volume slightly.

The laughter of Peppa and her brother jumping in mud pits soon broke the strange atmosphere in the living room.

“Come here,” Bo Yanching extended his hand to her.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the clock on the wall, “It’s late, don’t you want to sleep?

I’m already sleepy.”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao helped him up and walked into the bedroom.

After lying in bed, Nan Jiaojiao moved closer to him, Bo Yanching extended his arm under her pillow for convenience to hold her.

Before sleeping, Bo Yanching kissed her forehead.

Nan Jiaojiao felt a tingling sensation throughout her body and shied away, “Not now, don’t have any ideas about me.”

Bo Yanching chuckled softly: “Okay.”

He grasped the back of Nan Jiaojiao’s head, fingers intertwined with her hair, gently massaging.

Nan Jiaojiao leaned closer to him, his massage was so light that her eyelids couldn’t help but droop, suddenly Bo Yanching’s hand slipped to the nape of her neck and gently pinched it.

“Sweetie, come with me to keep my dad company during the seventh day memorial.”

“Hmm?” Nan Jiaojiao half-asleep raised her head, fortunately, her mind was still clear, “Where?”

“Bo Family.”

She didn’t speak, not knowing what to say.

“I don’t want you to deal with those people from the Bo Family, but Dad liked you.

Before he passed, he wanted to find a time to formally see you again.

Didn’t expect the accident to come so suddenly.

Don’t worry, there will be me, Aunt Chan, and Yaen Chi, Mo Tingshen, and Xu Shu there.

We’ll stay for a night, bid Dad farewell, and then return to Rongcheng.”

Nan Jiaojiao leaned closer to him, he didn’t have stubble on his chin, she gently nudged against it, rubbed a bit, “Okay.”

Bo Yanching whispered, “It’s been difficult for you.”

“I’m not troubled, it’s what I should do.”

She waited, expecting Bo Yanching to say something else at this moment, but every time it was about his father, he was exceptionally silent these days.

Nan Jiaojiao instantly thought of that night, with him sitting alone on the balcony, looking so lonely and forlorn.

“I’ve never been your worry, put father first.

I’ll go, I’m not a child, I don’t need you to always take care of me.

On the contrary, take care of your own injuries, if convenient, please ask Brother Chi and them to help, I can also assist.”

Bo Yanching chuckled lowly, “Alright.”

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her eyes, wanting to glance at him, Bo Yanching was massaging her neck, “Sleep.”

The next day, Nan Jiaojiao woke up hearing sounds.

Han Chuan had arrived early, giving Bo Yanching a bath in the guest bedroom.