Chapter 1967: Thinking About Getting Pregnant

Based on years of experience, the best way to ensure survival in front of this sharp-tongued couple is to act as invisible as possible.

After all, dying of anger is also a form of death.

Bo Yanching held her on his lap, curled his long fingers, and tapped her chin twice, making her look up, “What kid are you talking about, thinking of having one?”

From this close angle, even looking up from below, his face was still flawlessly perfect, and her eyes instantly got lost in it, “No, not at all.”

“Even if you want to, you can’t. You’re still young, play a few more years.”

A comment truly filled with fatherly tone.

Nan Jiaojiao gladly accepted, “San Shu, you’re over thirty already. In a few years, you’ll be nearing forty. I heard the older you get, the lower the quality of certain cells, what if we end up with an intellectually challenged child?”

“Pfft—” Han Chuan couldn’t help but snicker.

Can’t blame him for listening; the barrier doesn’t offer much soundproofing.

Bo Yanching remained composed, being teased by her was nothing new, “Don’t worry, being in the thirties is prime time, besides, we have you. You’re good-looking and smart, as long as the child resembles you, we’ll be fine.”

Nan Jiaojiao felt she got the better deal, “Looks and brains both inherited from me, then what from you?”

“I don’t need to pass anything down; I have money, that’s a solid prerequisite.”

Nan Jiaojiao wholeheartedly gave him a thumbs up.

“Why did you suddenly start talking about kids, where did this come from?” Bo Yanching brought the topic back around.

She couldn’t exactly say it was because Lu Zhenzhen was pregnant, and she was just contemplating herself, after all, Lu Zhenzhen only told her, and no one else knew.

She had always been tight-lipped, trying to brush it off with a cheeky dodge, “I was just saying, casually bantering.”

“Something’s off.”

Nan Jiaojiao wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, “Is it right now?”

Bo Yanching patted her back, slowly sliding his palm down to her waist and giving it a light pinch. He lowered his head, his nose affectionately nudging against hers, “Everything you say is right, even dismissing me is right.”

Nan Jiaojiao…

“Chu Yao is back, going to Shengyue Mansion tonight, Old Mo is hosting.”

“Hmm?” Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously asked, “How come I didn’t know?”

“It was a last-minute decision, Mo Tingshen went to Chu Yao’s crew, watched her shoot for two days, pestered the Director, and figured out she could have a day and night off, so he brought her back right away.”

“No wonder.”

“Probably didn’t get a chance to tell you, phone was off after getting on the plane, Mo Tingshen asked me to notify Miss Lu.”

“I’ll handle it.”

Nan Jiaojiao took out her phone and called Lu Zhenzhen, who agreed readily.

She and Bo Yanching were the first to arrive at Shengyue Mansion, and Lu Zhenzhen had already arranged the dishes. Seeing Nan Jiaojiao arrive, the waiter sensibly brought over a few new desserts.

Nan Jiaojiao reasonably suspected that when Lu Zhenzhen started Shengyue Mansion, the initial plan was to make desserts for the two of them, but as the venue expanded too much, it would be a loss not to collect some returns after spending so much, hence the evolution into the top garden hotel in Rongcheng City.

She ate two desserts and Bo Yanching wouldn’t let her have more, taking her out for a walk. After they played enough, they headed back and happened to run into Mo Tingshen and Chu Yao.

Nan Jiaojiao tried to hide behind Bo Yanching, but Chu Yao walked over in her high heels, and just dragged her away.

“My eyelid is twitching today.”

Chu Yao had removed her makeup, she held her eye corner and tugged upwards, suddenly turning to stare at Nan Jiaojiao, “Lu Zhenzhen called me, her voice was unusually gentle, like she was possessed by a ghost, really odd. I need to ask, have you done anything to rile her up lately?”