Chapter 1223: His Little One Doesn’t Understand

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t quite understand.

Even though Bo Yanching spoke slowly, she could understand each word, but when they were all put together, she couldn’t make sense of them.

If he spoke more, all she could hear next to her ear was a buzzing sound.

It was like listening to Buddhist scriptures.

“What?

What does this mean?”

Bo Yanching was momentarily stunned, the words on the tip of his tongue swallowed down.

He spoke so plainly, does his little girl not understand?

“You discarded your self-drawn tile, the tiles were split, now it’s a dead draw, hard to draw, and that tile is here with me.” Bo Yuman deliberately flipped the tile to show Nan Jiaojiao.

Bo Yanching shot a sharp look over, “What’s it got to do with you?”

“Jiaojiao doesn’t understand, so I’m teaching her.”

Bo Yanching, not in a good mood, said, “Do you need to teach?

Just look at your own tiles.”

Bo Yuman opened her mouth to retort but felt whatever she said would be meaningless, and at times when Bo Yanching’s mouth was in fighting form, she couldn’t win against him.

A simple “hmph” was more mocking.

After a few back-and-forth exchanges, Nan Jiaojiao finally understood, but ultimately she didn’t draw any tiles.

With only two tiles left, she didn’t even manage a sea-bottom draw.

However, Han Che drew the final tile, and he couldn’t even celebrate, a frozen smile at the corner of his mouth, “Sorry, Young Madam, I think I’ve drawn self-draw.”

“Congratulations!”

Nan Jiaojiao looked bitterly at Bo Yanching, “Is it me or you that’s not good enough?”

The two of them looking at a set of tiles and still losing.

No man would admit he wasn’t good enough, but he couldn’t say Nan Jiaojiao wasn’t good enough, that’d undoubtedly anger her.

Bo Yanching laid down her tiles, “Again.”

“Why don’t you play a few rounds, I feel like my brain’s not working right now, I’ll watch how you play from the side.”

As Nan Jiaojiao spoke, she was already standing up, pulling his hand.

Bo Yanching half-pushed and half-sat down.

He stretched out his good leg, “Sit here, I’ll hold you and watch.”

“Huh?” Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes darted to the onlookers.

“No, no, that’s not appropriate.”

“Get closer to me and you can see better, come on, I’ll teach you how to look at tiles.”

Bo Yanching reached to hook her waist, Nan Jiaojiao quickly shoved him away, “No, I won’t sit.”

Bo Yanching looked at her.

She blurted out, embarrassed and angry, “I have dignity!”

“Pfft—”

“Haha!”

They couldn’t hold back, laughter pouring into Nan Jiaojiao’s ears, making her too shy to lift her head, annoyed enough to pinch Bo Yanching, scolding, “You mind your playing, don’t bother me.”

Bo Yanching’s smile never faded as he stared straight at her sitting beside him, watching until he was satisfied before pulling his gaze back, flexing a few fingers on the table, “Start.”

A new round began, Nan Jiaojiao focused intently, but when Bo Yanching picked up those tiles, Nan Jiaojiao silently thought: Oh, what a rotten hand.

Little did she know, Bo Yanching played that rotten hand into a bomb, winning with a self-draw.

He carefully explained it to her, but Nan Jiaojiao didn’t quite grasp it.

When he looked over, she quickly gave a thumbs up.

Then she continued watching a few more rounds.

Bo Yuman went out to take a call and didn’t return, Mo Tingshen took over for her, and then Deng Chan stopped playing, so Yaen Chi stepped in.

Everyone seated here was playing high-level rounds.

Nan Jiaojiao leaned closer to Bo Yanching, who didn’t even look at her but seemed to know her movements, leaning over to let her whisper by his ear.