Chapter 1302: Really Fond of You

Bo Shuxian didn’t dodge, grinning as he said, “How about a couple of drinks tonight?”

“You?” Bo Yanching gave him a light look.

“Yeah, I mean, can’t I have some fruit wine?

Just to keep you company.”

“Forget it, two bowls of soup are enough for you.

No need for wine, drinking with you is no fun.”

Bo Shuxian grinned widely, joking with Bo Yanching.

When he saw Qianqian, he immediately let go of Bo Yanching, wiped his hands on his shirt, and ran to pick her up.

After school, Bo Qingshan went to buy candy for Qianqian, which took some time.

When he got home and saw Nan Jiaojiao, he regretted his delays and stuck to her like glue all evening, not leaving an inch.

He left the task of putting Qianqian to sleep to Aunt Chen, and used a lollipop to gain Nan Jiaojiao’s favor.

But after dinner, he was sent back to his room to do homework and didn’t come downstairs again.

The Old Lady, unable to stay up late, went to the garden to take a walk after dinner and then returned to her room to sleep.

Bo Shuxian really accompanied Bo Yanching for drinks.

Being bold, he copied Bo Yanching by having a few clear spirits, which left him so dizzy he could hardly see straight, babbling nonsense while slumped over the table.

At first, Bo Yanching patiently listened to him, but later on, he couldn’t even be bothered to turn his body.

He didn’t drink much.

By the end, only the three of them were left at the table.

He simply turned his body to the side, holding a wine glass in one hand, supporting his temple with the other, and squinted his eyes slightly to gaze at Nan Jiaojiao, his look bold.

Before Bo Shuxian got drunk, he gave Nan Jiaojiao a small box containing a few delicate hairpins, beautifully carved and not overly ornate.

She picked a peach blossom one, casually twisted her hair into a half-up style, and pinned it up, pulling some strands loose to make it look voluminous, lightly curling a strand around her finger.

She suddenly leaned over, lowering her head to show it off to Bo Yanching.

“Uncle Bo, does it look good?”

Bo Yanching chuckled, “It looks good.”

“Let me tell you a secret.”

Nan Jiaojiao beckoned him over.

Bo Yanching slowly leaned in, but Nan Jiaojiao was quicker, suddenly leaning over to him, covering her mouth with her hand as she whispered in his ear, “I seem to be quite popular; they always give me gifts.”

Bo Yanching’s eyebrows subtly raised.

His slightly turned eyes caught Nan Jiaojiao’s mischievous expression as she moved away.

The lingering scent at his nose was fading, so he reached out, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his embrace.

He was somewhat drunk, his eyes narrowing a bit.

His thin lips pressed slightly together, revealing a voice low and cloaked in evident intoxication: “I really like you, especially like you.”

Nan Jiaojiao asked, “Do you?”

He softly laughed, “Can’t you tell?”

“Forget it, you’ve been smitten with me for a while now; it’s nothing new.”

After being smug, Nan Jiaojiao wanted to run away, but Bo Yanching didn’t let her.

He pulled her head down, gently pressing his forehead against hers, their noses brushing in a playful, intimate manner.

The sudden intimate atmosphere even made her toes curl tightly.

Suddenly, she blurted out, “Want me to have a couple of drinks with you?”

Bo Yanching opened his eyes, backed away a little, and looked at her with a faint smile, gritting his teeth, “You wouldn’t dare.”

No, no, I wouldn’t dare.

The “dad” vibe is too strong to handle.

Later, Bo Yanching didn’t drink anymore, nor did he let go of Nan Jiaojiao.

He held her and talked for a while, his voice getting lower and lower until he fell asleep on her shoulder.

Nan Jiaojiao tried to pry his hand off her waist; it wouldn’t budge.

She used a bit more strength, her face turning red from effort.

Helplessly, she called two servants to help carry Bo Yanching back to his room.