Chapter 1237: Changing How to Address

She not only murmured but also bowed sincerely.

Just as her head was nodding halfway, she suddenly realized she was holding a skewer between her hands, hurriedly put down the barbecue, and turned her body aside to bow to the black and white photo.

Bo Yanching was right next to her.

She didn’t need to say anything; just this small action, he knew what she was doing.

He handed her a lamb skewer and leaned closer to her ear teasingly whispering: “Eat, Dad has approved.”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a startled glare, “Have some respect; don’t make fun of Dad!”

The man raised his eyebrows and laughed, saying, “You call him so smoothly.”

“What’s wrong?” Nan Jiaojiao hesitantly moved her small head in front of him, “Is it inappropriate?”

She asked quietly, absolutely afraid of people nearby hearing and making fun of her.

But in front of Bo Yanching, there’s no such thing as embarrassment.

And she really wasn’t sure.

After all, she and Bo Yanching had only got the certificate, but none of the other steps were done yet.

Isn’t there something about changing how you address someone?

She didn’t know if it was appropriate to call Bo Mu “Dad” yet, and what about the change-of-address red envelope?

Catch a bunch of Joss Paper?

“It’s appropriate; calling him that is very fitting.”

If Bo Yanching knew what she was thinking, he’d probably be furious.

He even picked out some delicious barbecue, putting it on the plate in front of her.

Nan Jiaojiao was too embarrassed to continue, giving him a sympathetic glance, and rarely agreed to share two skewers with him.

By late at night, the few men could still hold on, Bo Yuman too, but Deng Chan really couldn’t stay awake and went to her room to sleep for a while.

Nan Jiaojiao was purely holding on, her eyelids drooping several times.

Bo Yanching didn’t say a word, but quietly pulled her into his embrace.

She leaned so comfortably; as he spoke with Yaen Chi and the others, his chest vibrated slightly.

Nan Jiaojiao’s ear was against his heart, separated by a layer of clothing, every time he spoke, there was a humming sound by her ear, which particularly induced sleepiness, and she really fell asleep leaning against him.

She quickly realized this herself, shook her head, intending to get up.

Bo Yanching held her shoulder and pulled her back, his arm wrapped around her, supporting her head, gently coaxing, “Sleep, I’ll keep watch here; I’ll wake you in an hour.”

Nan Jiaojiao, half-asleep and half-awake, glanced, and seeing Bo Yanching’s holding arm was fine, she didn’t move again.

She didn’t know how long she slept; when she woke up, she was lying on the sofa, resting on a cushion, covered with a light blanket.

The overhead lights were off, at the end where Nan Jiaojiao stretched her feet was a standing lamp, its light adjusted to the dimmest.

Mo Tingshen and Yaen Chi went to the tea room to make coffee, gave Bo Yanching a cup, then returned to the tea room, sitting face to face on tatami chairs playing with their phones.

Nan Jiaojiao sat up, rubbed her eyes; after opening them saw Bo Yanching sitting in front of Bo Mu’s black and white photo.

He sat on a cushion, his body particularly low, had to look up at the photo, the back of his neck creased, the end of his hair curled inward slightly.

Nan Jiaojiao quietly circled behind him, glanced forward, and only then saw he was holding half a bottle of wine, there was a cup in front of Bo Mu’s photo, one in front of him too, though Bo Mu’s cup had half wine in it, while Bo Yanching’s was empty.

“How much did you drink?”

Nan Jiaojiao asked softly.

Bo Yanching slowly raised his brows and eyes, with a slightly lifted corner of his lips, his handsome face shrouded perhaps in some drunkenness.