Chapter 1313: You Support Me

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, pushed his hand away, bravely gave him a kiss, and then quickly stepped back, went around to the driver’s seat, got in the car, and fastened her seatbelt.

Bo Yanching watched her voluntarily tie herself up and was very satisfied.

“Not bad, you even know to tie yourself up.”

“Huh?”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at herself and her mind went blank.

She awkwardly smiled at him, “That’s not what I meant, I-I’m hungry.”

There it is again, using this as an excuse every time she feels guilty.

Bo Yanching indulged her, “What do you want to eat?

You drive us there, I’m not familiar with this area.”

Actually, Nan Jiaojiao wasn’t familiar either.

She had to use navigation every time she came here, but Pei Dongshi had taken her to a Chinese restaurant before which was quite good.

She roughly remembered the name of the place, entered it into the navigation, and then selected the option below.

Just the two of them, they didn’t order much.

Bo Yanching asked if she wanted to call Pei Dongshi over.

She had a lot of grievances with Pei Dongshi now, couldn’t even mention his name without getting upset.

She lost her appetite and couldn’t even finish the strawberry pudding.

On the way back, she refused to drive, and once they got home, Bo Yanching had to coax her for a long time before she calmed down.

Nan Jiaojiao took a shower, sprawled out on the sofa eating cake, while the TV played Peppa Pig, and she stared blankly, contemplating life.

She indeed never thought about what career to pursue.

Didn’t want to be a doctor, didn’t like the hectic pace.

Several professors had invited her to join their labs, but Nan Jiaojiao had no interest in chemistry.

Even casually studying, she was smarter than others who studied hard.

Despite not being in the field, she was still pulled into labs to carry out several research projects.

An assassin?

That’s impossible in this lifetime.

She was fed up with it.

Thinking it over, it seemed only being a designer was the most comfortable.

With Pei Dongshi backing her, she didn’t need to produce designs every quarter.

In reality, she designed less than thirty outfits a year, with half of them only for external exhibitions, not for sale.

With her design salary plus E.Y’s monthly bonuses, she was already earning more than enough.

She could completely live the life of a little rich lady.

But being practically retired in her early twenties felt like she wasn’t doing justice to her life.

“Move your feet.”

Bo Yanching walked over.

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her feet, and he casually caught her ankles, then sat down and placed her feet on his lap.

“Not happy at work today?” he asked.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t even turn her head, just looked at him askance, then suddenly sat up, leaned in, and stared at his face.

“Bo Yanching, can I ask you a question?”

“No.”

She punched him, “Try again.”

“Ask away.”

“If I don’t work, will you support me?”

What kind of question is that?

Bo Yanching looked at her amusedly, “Does this question even matter?

Isn’t this the life you’re living now?”

“But I feel so bored.”

The hand Bo Yanching was using to massage her leg paused.

Hearing this, to him, sounded like “I want a new lover.”

He secretly squeezed her ankle, not too tightly, and asked, “Tired of me?”

“No, I just find being kept very boring.”

Ah, so there were no dogs outside.

Bo Yanching relaxed his grip, his fingers resting on her ankle, skillfully massaging.

“What happened at work today?

Tell me about it.”

Nan Jiaojiao pouted and truthfully recounted how Pei Dongshi had set her up.

Bo Yanching understood.

She wanted to go, but also didn’t want to go – needed someone to push her.

But she didn’t have a clear idea.

If the push didn’t turn out well, she would feel that being kept would have been better, but if she regretted it later, it would be entirely his fault.