Chapter 1305: Who Is He Going to Marry

After all, there’s no blood relation.

Nan Jiaojiao has no contact with them.

Ye Jun did call her a few times, but it was just out of concern, with no mention of other people or things.

Nan Jiaojiao was happy to enjoy a leisurely life, and the days passed in the blink of an eye.

As the temperature gradually rose, and it was occasionally possible to wear a short sleeve, Chu Yao left Rongcheng City.

On the day she left, Nan Jiaojiao and Lu Zhenzhen both went to see her off, but Mo Tingshen never showed up.

Lu Zhenzhen pushed the sunglasses on her nose and stared at the ascending plane, “That troublemaker should have left long ago.”

Nan Jiaojiao sneakily glanced at her and teasingly removed her sunglasses, “If you want to cry, just cry, why pretend to be so composed?”

“You think everyone has your childish temper!”

Lu Zhenzhen glared at her without blinking, clearly her eyes reddened from tears while insisting it was due to glaring, “Where’s Mo Tingshen?”

“I’m not familiar with him.”

Lu Zhenzhen sneered, “Isn’t he busy planning a wedding?

No time to send off his sister.”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at her, “Whose wedding?”

“Who else, his vegetative fiancée who finally woke up after three years.

He’s eager to marry her.”

Lu Zhenzhen snatched back the sunglasses and put them back on, “Whoever attends his wedding is a dog.”

Nan Jiaojiao mulled it over, “Should I go then?”

Lu Zhenzhen cast her a look, her expression no different from looking at a dog, and sarcastically said, “That useless Chu Yao ran off without even trying.

What’s she afraid of, being such a coward.”

Nan Jiaojiao traced the rim of her milk tea lid with her finger, speaking lightly, “She won’t fight for it.

She doesn’t like Mo Tingshen.”

Lu Zhenzhen couldn’t respond to that.

Chu Yao really never showed any signs of liking Mo Tingshen.

“Forget it, why bother with other people’s affairs.”

Nan Jiaojiao did not return home; she asked Lu Zhenzhen to drop her off at Mist Garden.

Coincidentally, Lu Zhenzhen hadn’t seen Elder Jiang for some time.

She had a client to meet but sent Gao Zhe instead, bought a few jars of Shochu Liquor, and went along to Mist Garden.

That night, a few people partied hard, and Nan Jiaojiao, bloated from the milk tea, felt like vomiting.

When Bo Yanching and Gao Zhe came to pick them up, they couldn’t take anyone away, so they decided to stay over at Mist Garden.

Jiang Yu seemed very busy, having returned the night before, drank all night, and took off again early in the morning.

After asking, it turns out she took a case where an old acquaintance personally requested a diagnosis, only then did she agree.

Just as Nan Jiaojiao was touched by the sincerity in human relationships, she learned Jiang Yu had charged a diagnostic fee of two billion, and immediately gave a thumbs up.

The master is truly a master.

She reasonably suspects sometimes her greed is purely due to her master’s careful teachings.

Bo Yanching’s foot had healed last week, and he began going back to work.

Nan Jiaojiao had thought about going back to school to kill time, but before she could go, several professors took turns calling, inviting her to participate in experimental research, which scared her off.

The days went by idly, as she became more and more aimless, except for worrying about eating too much and gaining weight, occasionally lifting weights to maintain her figure, there seemed to be nothing else to do.

“I heard you’re hanging around here, not planning to leave soon.

Your skin’s so thick, huh?”

Nan Jiaojiao lay on the recliner, hearing a man’s voice, she used a round fan to block the sun from her forehead, turned her head to see Pei Dongshi walking over, tugging at his tie.

Her expression suddenly tightened, “I have no interest in you, don’t try to seduce me.”

Pei Dongshi was stunned for a moment, thunderstruck, “As if I have no standards!”