Chapter 1222: Guidance

“He should be here, just call a bit louder, let him have some fun.”

Others didn’t hear it, it was like a murmuring at the corner of Deng Chan’s mouth, but Bo Yuman heard it.

She didn’t know how to comfort her, so she hooked Deng Chan’s waist, intending to bring her into her arms for a hug.

However, her strength was a bit much, directly pulling her into her chest.

Their eyes met.

Both of them instantly felt awkward.

Bo Yuman insisted on finishing her line: “Little Mom, you still have me.”

“Give it a rest, you steel-hearted straight male.”

Deng Chan lightly pushed Bo Yuman away, her hand coincidentally pushing on her chest.

Deng Chan paused, her gaze very pointedly looking at a certain part of someone.

“Where were you missing during development, being so flat?”

Bo Yuman’s face immediately fell with a ‘duang’ expression.

Deng Chan silently scooted a bit to the side, afraid that the flatness would be contagious, “Ease up on the iron, you’re losing all your feminine traits.

Xiao San is already married, and you’re a year older.”

“So what, Little Mom, live long enough, and I’ll show you what it means to have kids late in life.”

Deng Chan: “…”

She really didn’t want to engage with those brainless words.

The mother and daughter didn’t lower their voices while speaking, and Mo Tingshen and Yaen Chi, sitting nearby, pretended not to understand with great effort.

To hide the awkwardness, they finished two fruit platters.

By the latter half of the night, their lips were almost worn out, and they had run out of topics to talk about.

Out of sheer boredom, they gathered for a game of mahjong.

Nan Jiaojiao wasn’t very good at it, and Bo Yanching wanted to help her with her cards but got dragged away by Mo Tingshen and Yaen Chi to play poker.

She didn’t have time to escape and was pinned down in a chair by Deng Chan and Bo Yuman, then they called Han Che over, forming a mahjong table with three women and one man.

Nan Jiaojiao was well-behaved enough to pick up her tiles, but she couldn’t play, good hands soon turned to scattered messes.

The other three kept feeding her tiles, but she couldn’t read them, and after a while, her mind was spinning, glancing several times at Bo Yanching but feeling shy to call him.

After finishing a hand of poker, he threw down the cards, grabbed a chair, and sat behind Nan Jiaojiao, “How much have you lost?”

Nan Jiaojiao pouted, looking as aggrieved as a little kid finding a parent, “I don’t know, I lost a lot.”

“It’s okay, I’ll keep an eye on it for you.”

“Why don’t you play?”

In the new round, Bo Yanching helped her draw tiles, “Finish this round first, I’ll watch for you.”

Nan Jiaojiao turned her head back.

Originally, she was playing alone, pretending to be calm on the surface.

Others couldn’t tell.

Now that someone was sitting behind her, she felt nervous, asking him which tile to throw each time she drew.

After matching two pairs, Bo Yanching wrapped a hand around her back, palm resting on the table edge, tapping his fingers on the back of her hand, pointing at a few tiles for her to see.

“Do you see?

You just need to draw these three tiles to win.”

Nan Jiaojiao pretended to understand, nodding as if she’d found her backbone, sitting up straight.

“Six of circles.”

Deng Chan, sitting upstream of her, played a tile.

“Pong!”

Nan Jiaojiao confidently put down two six of circles tiles.

Suddenly, she heard a light “tsk” beside her ear.

She pulled her hand back, uncertainly asking him, “Can’t I pong?”

Bo Yanching could only laugh and cry, “It’s okay, go ahead and pong.

You’ve called it, so you have to put down the tiles.”

“Oh, this is called no regrets after a move, right?”

Bo Yanching chuckled, and after she’d put down the tiles, he pointed out, “You just needed one tile to win, Aunt Chan is your upstream.

You didn’t have to pong that six of circles, now that you’ve put it down, it’s harder to draw a four or seven of circles, three are already out there…”