Chapter 1828: Argument

Mo Tingshen almost instinctively wanted to hold onto Bo Yanching’s hand, sliding his fingers slyly in her palm as usual, but he suddenly caught sight of Chu Yao beside them. His fingers twitched suddenly, trembled a bit, and he forcibly put his hand back on the rim of his bowl.

“Who said it was for me to eat?”

Mo Tingshen handed the fruit to Chu Yao, “Xiao Yao, have a taste.”

Chu Yao didn’t even look at him, but she accepted it anyway.

He instantly felt proud, “This mango is definitely not as sweet as the one I sliced.”

“Oh,” Chu Yao increased the volume of her phone, as the sound effects of successive kill strikes played, “So what?”

He immediately chimed in, “You eat more, and later I’ll buy more to make you a fruit platter.”

Chu Yao leaned closer to Nan Jiaojiao, “Baby, wait for me to respawn in two seconds, jump over my head, no need for you to walk, remember to cast the buff skill.”

Mo Tingshen felt unappreciated, yet he wasn’t the least bit dejected.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting bloated eating so much, thinking of going out to digest a bit?” Bo Yanching began ushering people out again.

But Mo Tingshen remained as steady as an old dog, stubbornly staying put, not responding at all, and to deliberately annoy someone, he rummaged through the snack cabinet, carrying a pile of snacks to Chu Yao and Nan Jiaojiao to curry favor.

Until Chu Yao said, “Boring.”

He instantly grew alert, “What’s up?”

Chu Yao clicked on the screen a few times, turned off her phone, raised her hand to pat Nan Jiaojiao’s head, “Have you set tomorrow’s break?”

Nan Jiaojiao said, “I did.”

“Then no rush, let’s sleep in and go out for lunch together.”

Chu Yao stood up, stretched her back, “I’m sleepy, going back to sleep.”

Nan Jiaojiao casually tucked a pillow into her arms, “Not seeing you off.”

“Lazy you.”

Chu Yao poked her forehead, slipped her phone into her pocket, and said goodbye to Bo Yanching as well.

Just as she reached the hallway, Mo Tingshen caught up, placing her shoes at her feet, his hands hovering as if to help her put them on, but Chu Yao was very adept, slipping her feet in effortlessly, not giving him a chance to help, she opened the door and left.

Mo Tingshen was hit squarely by the cold wind outside, without a moment’s hesitation, he put on his shoes and chased after her.

Later that night, Nan Jiaojiao finished her bath and sat at the vanity drying her hair. Bo Yanching, having finished washing up in the guest room, reached over to touch her hair, then turned off the hairdryer, carried her to the bed, and patted his thigh, naturally, she lay down.

He brushed her hair to the side, turned on the warm air, and continued drying.

“Did Chu Yao and Mo Tingshen have a fight?”

“Haven’t you checked the news lately?”

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her head, blinked, then reached over him trying to grab the phone, Bo Yanching blocked her, “You’ve played enough, it’s bad for your eyes.”

“I’m not playing games, just checking gossip.”

“No need to check, see him in person in the morning.” Bo Yanching turned off her phone screen, placing it somewhere on the nightstand, out of her reach.

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes twinkled, “Isn’t that a bit much?”

He playfully pinched her nose, “As if you haven’t eavesdropped enough on the gossip.”

Nan Jiaojiao shrank her neck, about to climb off his lap, Bo Yanching pulled her back, gently combing her hair with his fingers, “Do you want me to comb it?”

She wiped her face, “I don’t feel like it, we’ll do it in the morning.”

“Then wake me up, so you don’t hurt yourself while combing and come attacking me.”

“I wouldn’t…”

He suddenly leaned down and kissed her lips.