Chapter 1510: Xu Shu’s Beloved Little Sister

When Bo Yanching walked into the private room carrying a bag of vegetables and meat, everyone inside almost thought the world had turned magical.

Yaen Chi sprawled on the pool table laughing for a good while, dodging a beating, and handed over a big bag to the waiter, asking the chef to prepare the ingredients and serve them.

Bo Yanching took off his jacket and draped it over Nan Jiaojiao’s legs. He touched the bowl of pudding she was holding, noticing it was chilly, just taken out from the fridge, with a layer of moisture on the edge of the bowl. He swapped it for a pastry that hadn’t been chilled.

Mo Tingshen propped his head, watching as if he were seeing a TV drama, and teased, “Haven’t seen you in a few days, you’re starting to become a family man, huh, Bo Lao San? You really have a fatherly vibe now.”

Bo Yanching ignored him, holding a cigarette between his fingers, not in a rush to light it. He placed his hand on Nan Jiaojiao’s leg, and she immediately understood, nestling into the sofa, creating some distance so the smoke wouldn’t drift over.

Bo Yanching lit the cigarette, and Loo Jinyang turned on the exhaust fan above.

“Your fatherly vibe isn’t heavy; you’re just old. Strutting around so flamboyantly, not even mama-sans are as flashy as you.”

Mo Tingshen licked his lips, “If I were a mama-san, back when you hadn’t come to realize things, I would have been the one to serve you.”

What he meant by mama-san wasn’t the usual type but a male companion, sending men to enlighten Bo Yanching. Really, it’s shameless that he could say such things.

Bo Yanching kicked him hard, “Can you keep it down when you speak!”

Mo Tingshen glanced at Nan Jiaojiao; the little girl seemed carefree, as if she understood nothing. He muttered to himself, “Couldn’t be more restrained,” thinking that past jokes were much harsher. It’s thanks to Nan Jiaojiao that Mo Tingshen held back, though sometimes he still crossed the line.

He awkwardly rubbed his nose, “I can.”

Xu Shu was also there, and when Nan Jiaojiao sat down, she greeted Xu Shu.

Among this group, she had the least interaction with Xu Shu.

Out of ten gatherings, catching a glimpse of Doctor Xu was considered lucky; he was simply too busy. Sitting with Bo Yanching’s group, he seemed out of place yet perfectly fitting. He didn’t smoke and only sipped alcohol lightly, never willing to indulge no matter who encouraged him.

Nan Jiaojiao had never seen a man so pure and abstinent.

Compared to her family’s Bo Yanching, Xu Shu was more gentle in temperament, but there was always a subtle seriousness about him. Nobody dared to joke with him, yet he was genuinely kind to girls, especially to Nan Jiaojiao and the others, tender like an elder brother.

Dishes arrived one after another. The waiter was about to leave and close the door when a slender hand reached over and held the door panel open with a bit of force.

The girl looked sweet, blinked at the waiter, and leaned in to ask, “Brother Huo, is Brother Shu here?”

Huo Linxi, seated near the door, tossed his cards aside and stood to greet her, “Your big brother is here, inside, I’ll take you in.”

“Okay!”

Xu Tingting reached out to steady herself as Huo Linxi offered a hand to take her things. Xu Tingting dodged, not letting him.

The others playing cards with Huo Linxi started teasing, “Brother Huo, who is she? Which number is she? You’re going after such a pure little girl, you really are wicked!”

Huo Linxi shielded Xu Tingting, not letting the group see her face. He kicked at them, “Have some sense; this is Xu Shu’s precious sister. Try making a joke!”

At that, the men’s expressions changed entirely, too afraid to speak, wearing looks of pleading.