Chapter 1771: Tone It Down

Nan Jiaojiao pouted, pretending to be troubled, “I hope not, you were just so jealous a moment ago.”

Bo Yanching’s face instantly shifted, laughing in anger, and he pinched her cheek, “Oh, you noticed, huh? Just teasing me?”

She was too lazy to dodge, since it didn’t hurt anyway, cooperating by bobbing her head with his hand, “Even jealous of Han Chuan, you’re so petty. Poor Han Chuan, having a boss like you, tsk tsk.”

“Can’t help it, you didn’t stop me. I’m naturally petty, and it’s not going to change. Better get used to it, Young Madam.”

The last three words carried a bit of sarcasm, but coming from him, it wasn’t too obvious.

Nan Jiaojiao curled up onto his lap, “Young Madam understands, I’ll be more restrained in the future.”

Bo Yanching was amused by her, his hand moving to pinch her nape, gently rubbing it, “Let’s go, I’ll take you out to eat.”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao was pulled up by him, just about to put on her outer garment when there was a knock on the door. Han Chuan asked a question from outside, and Bo Yanching responded with “Come in.” The door opened, and Han Chuan entered carrying two large meal boxes.

“I ordered a meal for the Young Madam from Yujing Garden, all her favorites. After playing games all morning, you must be tired. Have a good meal before you continue, there’s milk tea too, and I added extra taro balls.”

Han Chuan placed the dishes one by one.

Bo Yanching glanced over briefly.

Not a single dish he liked.

Seems like as soon as Nan Jiaojiao comes, his status drops drastically, not even worth the assistant’s regard.

“Master Bo, Young Madam, enjoy your meal. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”

Han Chuan didn’t dare look at Bo Yanching’s expression. As soon as his words fell, he quickly slipped away.

Nan Jiaojiao laughed, spreading her hands, “It’s really not my fault.”

Bo Yanching didn’t bother to complain; he scooped rice and placed it in front of her, even handed the chopsticks to her, then took them back.

“Young Madam, do you want me to feed you?”

Nan Jiaojiao shot him a playful look, pretending not to understand his teasing expression, “Not today, this Young Madam will eat by herself.”

She snatched the chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef, and delivered it to his mouth.

Blocking his mouth first.

Han Chuan ordered quite a lot; Nan Jiaojiao let loose, couldn’t control herself, ended up too full to move, no energy to go downstairs for a walk. She lay down there, finished the remaining half-cup of milk tea, and then snuggled into his lounge, changed into Bo Yanching’s pajamas to take a nap.

Soon he came in too, cuddling her to sleep together.

When she woke up, Bo Yanching was already out of bed. He had placed his pillow vertically at the edge to prevent her from falling off when turning over.

Actually, Nan Jiaojiao isn’t that clumsy. It’s just that after taking care of Bo Qingshan and Qianqian for so long, Bo Yanching formed a habit, one that he also applied to her. She quite liked it, lazily stretched before getting out of bed to go to the bathroom.

Six hours have passed since Xiao Yu’s live broadcast, the online commotion has subsided. Even though a few obsessive fans are still trying to dig up information on Nan Jiaojiao, they can’t find anything. Staking out at the set all day, they didn’t catch anyone, but got spotted by Brother Hui, invited for a meal and calmed down.

Xiao Yu sent her a message, no text, just an apology emoji.

Nan Jiaojiao replied with a sun emoji.

Quickly, he messaged again: “Sorry for bothering you.”

Nan Jiaojiao: “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”