Chapter 129: Miss Nan Reports Master Bo to the Police

Nan Jiaojiao’s belated shyness, “Mmm.”

“Your obsession with cleanliness could suffocate someone!”

Bo Yanching carried her toward the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers during the journey, kissing her immediately whenever they slightly parted.

He had been there several times, able to find his way to the bathroom even with his eyes closed.

She clung desperately to his shoulders, “You owe me a sofa.”

Bo Yanching pinched her, “You miser.”

It wasn’t until the light from the streetlights outside waned and dawn was not far off that the two finally calmed down.

Nan Jiaojiao slept, then suddenly awoke, her eyes opening wide before slowly closing again, still caught in a dream.

In a daze, she seemed to push Bo Yanching away, “You should leave.”

Bo Yanching hadn’t slept; he was waiting, only to be pushed away again.

Angry, he pressed down on her lips and kissed her hard, “Ungrateful little thing,”

Nan Jiaojiao waved her hand irritably, turned away from him, buried her face in the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when she woke up, he was already gone.

Nan Jiaojiao lay flat, too lazy to even turn her body slightly, her eyes rolled within sight, not seeing Bo Yanching anywhere.

There was no sound of someone in the living room.

She reached for her phone and thought about whether to call and ask but hesitated for a while and decided against it.

She silently dialed 122.

Half an hour later, two traffic police officers personally arrived, barged into the meeting room, and conducted a breathalyzer test on Bo Yanching.

In the vast meeting room, sat dozens of people, including assistants taking minutes, all of whom stared wide-eyed at the unexpected scene.

Bo Yanching’s face was steely, the officers even more serious, outwardly calm but their hands trembling as they handled the device.

“Mr.

Bo, please blow into this.

We are just following procedures.

Someone reported that you were drunk driving last night from Qixia Road to Feisheng Apartment.

Please provide the dashcam footage later.”

Han Chuan stepped back, sneakily took a photo, and sent it to a group chat.

[Do you know what’s happening?

Miss Nan reported our Master Bo for drunk driving last night.]

Han Che: [I get it, should we keep it down?

I’ll start, I’ll laugh a bit softer, hahahahaha!]

Han Lie:[You two, be careful you don’t get fired tomorrow for stepping in with your left foot first.]

Han Chuan:[Han Chuan retracted a message.]

Bo Yanching blew into the device, asked Han Chuan to provide the dashcam footage, his expression so grim it could squeeze out water, every eyebrow bristling with a chilling coldness, his icy aura freezing ten miles around, the conference room as quiet as if filled with chickens, with everyone afraid to even breathe heavily.

After holding a stern expression for a long time, Bo Yanching dialed a number.

As soon as it connected, his eyebrows lifted, his face still cold and stern, but his voice softer with a hint of indulgence, “You’re up?”

Nan Jiaojiao calmly replied: “I’m up, having brunch with Zhenzhen.”

Bo Yanching glanced at his watch, ten thirty, “Nice, brunch, well summed up, remember to have afternoon tea, don’t neglect your stomach.”

“I know.”

“Is there anything you want to say to me?”

Nan Jiaojiao thought for a moment, then said, “Doesn’t seem so, shall I hang up?”