Chapter 120: Waiting for a Man

“Little fairy~”

Han Qi pulled the car to a stop in front of Nan Jiaojiao and whistled, “Were you specifically waiting for me here?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s usual attire was very simple, a blouse tucked into jeans, fresh and clean, which suited her normally cool demeanor.

It was just that today, she was unexpectedly draped in a man’s suit jacket over her shoulders, which was really jarring to the eyes.

She had been standing there, spacing out for quite a while.

When they had parted, she could distinctly feel Bo Yanching’s anger, but then he left the room and came back, tossing the jacket to her.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t quite understand what that was all about and, as if possessed by a ghost, she ended up standing in a spot where cars passed by, and she stood for a long time.

Han Qi jokingly asked, but she answered seriously with a nod, “Mhm, waiting for a man.”

She wanted to wait and see if Bo Yanching would come back to find her.

“What a coincidence, I’ve been looking all over for you too.

It’s so cold tonight, why don’t you go to a hotel with brother to warm up?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up, her cold gaze sinking, staring unwaveringly at him.

Han Qi had one arm bent on the car window, half of his body leaning out, exuding an air of frivolity in full display.

But when Nan Jiaojiao fixed him with her icy stare, he coyly shrank back a bit.

“What are you thinking?

The hotel has heating, and there are hot drinks too, just to warm up your body, huh.”

He pretended to embrace himself, “Don’t be fooled by my looks; I am actually quite conservative deep down.”

Nan Jiaojiao tugged her lips irritably, “Do you want to get lost on your own, or do you need me to beat you away?”

Han Qi didn’t believe for a second that Nan Jiaojiao would really hit him, with everyone watching and in the dim light, especially from such a distance, right?

So he couldn’t help but act a bit shamelessly.

“Then hit me.”

He boldly stretched out his face.

Something indeed struck him right between the eyes, causing his head to throb with pain.

Han Qi pursed his lips and drew in a breath, “You really hit me?

Wait, what the hell did you hit me with?”

Nan Jiaojiao: “Enema.”

“What?!”

Han Qi, pain forgotten, clutched the car door from inside, leaned out to look, and sure enough, there was an enema.

“You?”

The look he gave Nan Jiaojiao changed in an instant, a mix of surprise, sympathy, and a bit of schadenfreude, “Is it convenient for you to use?

I don’t mind helping out; after all, inserting it could be somewhat tricky.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s gaze turned cool: “There’s a stray cat downstairs that hasn’t pooped in three days.”

So it was for the cat?

“It might have to hold it for a fourth day.”

“What happened?” Han Qi didn’t really understand.

Nan Jiaojiao cast a disdainful glance at him, “I used it to hit you; now it’s dirty, and the cat would mind.”

Han Qi: “…”

So he’s dirtier than a cat’s whatnot, huh.

Han Qi was indeed riled up by her, but as he became more agitated, he suddenly laughed, covering his forehead with his hand, his shoulders jerking as he tried to suppress his laughter, which sounded like a dying goose stuck in his throat.

“Goose, goose…

goose goose goose…

goose…”

Nan Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, turned around, and left, fearing that if she moved a second later, she would get splashed by his stupidity.

Han Qi quickly stopped laughing, stepped on the gas, then the brake, and the car lurched forward before reversing, once again blocking her way.

“Get in the car; I’ll take you somewhere.”

Nan Jiaojiao stared at him impatiently.

“I won’t mess with you.

I’m not blind.

With that look on your face, as if you’re about to nobly face death with explosives in hand, I can’t let you be by yourself.

I’ll take you somewhere fun.”