Chapter 1238: Keep Dad Company for a While

“Awake?”

Nan Jiaojiao seldom sees him drunk; he has a good tolerance for alcohol, but Bo Yanching rarely lets his drunkenness show on his face.

His voice is raspy, and his eyes slightly squinted when he looks at her; he’s genuinely drunk.

“How much did you drink?”

Bo Yanching raised the bottle to show her.

“A little, it’s nothing.”

“Come over.”

He reached out to hold her hand, and Nan Jiaojiao placed her hand in his palm, letting him pull her to his side.

He used the tip of his foot to hook over a cushion and put it next to him for her to sit on, saying, “Stay with Dad for a while.”

It’s better he didn’t say that; as soon as he did, Nan Jiaojiao felt a bit awkward.

She placed her hand next to her mouth and leaned in toward him.

Bo Yanching instinctively lowered his shoulder to listen to what she had to say.

“I’m tongue-tied, not very good with words, and if any inappropriate words come out of my mouth, Dad will be upset.”

Bo Yanching lifted his brows and gestured toward Bo Mu’s black and white photograph, “If you call out ‘Dad’ loudly, he would absolutely love to hear it.”

Nan Jiaojiao instinctively pressed her lips together tightly.

It’s not that she can’t call him; it’s just that when the word “Dad” is right on the tip of her tongue, she inexplicably feels like her mouth is tangled up in knots, too shy to speak.

After all, she has never felt any fatherly love from Ye Congwen; the role of “Dad” has always been vague to her.

“I, I’m just shy.”

Bo Yanching pinched her cheek, “Then stay for a while.”

Nan Jiaojiao tried to find a topic, “You’ve been sitting here for a while, what have you been talking about?”

Bo Yanching first pressed his lips, lifted his brow bone, and his eyes looked downward, but his gaze was fixed on their intertwined hands.

The corner of his mouth moved slightly, showing a subtle smile, “I didn’t say anything.”

“Not a word?”

“Yes, not a single word.”

Bo Yanching said in a hoarse voice, “Dad and I don’t spend even a week together each year, we don’t talk on the phone usually, we have no shared topics, nothing much to say.”

Nan Jiaojiao felt uncomfortable hearing this.

Thinking for a moment, she said, “Wait for me,” and slipped her fingers from between his, getting up and heading to the sofa.

She instinctively used her right hand while searching, which resulted in a painful “hiss.”

Bo Yanching immediately wanted to go over, but he forgot he’d been sitting too long.

Standing up too quickly, he pulled a muscle in his leg, and fell back again.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t notice him, found what she was looking for, and sat back beside him.

Bo Yanching immediately held her elbow, nervously examining the wound, “Does it hurt?”

Nan Jiaojiao was still excited, but his question made her feel guilty, “It doesn’t hurt; I’m just used to using my right hand.

I’ll be more careful in the future.”

Bo Yanching checked the bandages; none of them were bleeding, and then he slapped her fingers, “Your senior doesn’t allow you to use your right hand, but you don’t listen.

Continue messing around, and I’ll find a bandage to hang your hand around your neck.”

That would look so ugly.

She certainly wouldn’t agree.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t continue the conversation, instead shoved two marriage certificates into his hand, “I went to get these, you know you didn’t know what to say, put these in front of Dad and he’ll definitely be happy.”

Bo Yanching glanced at her lightly, not bothering about her changing the subject.

He took the marriage certificates and placed them under Bo Mu’s black and white photograph, as if he said something, but his voice was too soft for Nan Jiaojiao to hear clearly.

She didn’t dare to cause a scene in front of the elders, so she didn’t lean in to eavesdrop.

She had noticed Bo Yanching’s strange mood earlier, even with her interruptions, his expression hadn’t improved much.