Chapter 1970: Drunk

“Didn’t you also do nothing to stop it? You’re an accomplice!” Chu Yao immediately reacted and demanded to share the blame.

Lu Zhenzhen rolled her eyes and raised her voice slightly as she called out, “Convenient, come on in.”

Bo Yanching came from behind the screen, not looking intentionally, but the first thing he saw was Nan Jiaojiao lying on the table.

She was drunk, her face flushed, breathing into her bent elbow, and the breath returning to redden the side of her face resting on her arm, making it hot.

Bo Yanching bent over, one hand braced on the edge of the table, and with the other, he gently touched her face, “You’ve had quite a bit.”

“Sorry, I didn’t keep an eye on her,” Lu Zhenzhen said.

Chu Yao finally felt guilty, “It was me who gave her the drinks, sorry, it won’t happen next time.”

Bo Yanching wasn’t angry, he cradled Nan Jiaojiao’s face, letting her snuggle against his hand, and after steadying her, he held her in his arms.

In a soft voice he said, “If it’s you guys, it’s okay, she drinks a bit occasionally, I’m always around.”

Lu Zhenzhen stood up and asked, “Leaving already?”

“Yeah, we’re going first. She’s this drunk, I’m taking her back.”

“Who’s driving?”

“I am, I didn’t drink.”

Bo Yanching lifted Nan Jiaojiao in a lateral hug, Chu Yao stepped aside to make room, “Otherwise let Mo Tingshen drive, we’re heading to Feisheng, we can go together.”

“He drank,” Bo Yanching tilted his chin towards the other side of the screen, “Quite a lot, you guys should call a designated driver later.”

Chu Yao couldn’t go along, with three drunkards around and only himself sober, there was no way he could take care of them all. He didn’t want to intrude on the couple, but still escorted them to the door.

Mo Tingshen caught up to the door, thinking she was leaving without calling him, he had already grabbed his coat and Chu Yao hung it back, pushing him back to the table to keep drinking.

Coming out of the elevator, Nan Jiaojiao seemed uncomfortable with his hold, stirred, and nearly slipped straight out of his arms, Bo Yanching leaned against the wall just in time, pulling up a leg, bracing his knee against the wall, and settled her on his leg, soothing her back.

Nan Jiaojiao drowsily opened her eyes, he asked quietly, “Feel like throwing up?”

She shook her head, shook too hard, felt dizzy, her little face scrunched up.

Bo Yanching cradled the back of her head, his thumb rubbing her temple gently, and after she passed that wave of dizziness, he picked her up to leave, “Let’s head home, call me if you feel uncomfortable.”

“Mmm…” she replied ambiguously.

Probably didn’t even catch what he said.

Bo Yanching turned her face to rest against his chest, walking slowly, the car was just downstairs, the staff had already brought it around, with a special passageway leading straight out the back door.

Nan Jiaojiao sat alone in the back seat, Bo Yanching keeping an eye on her, there were few cars on the road that night, so he slowed down to 30, and even slower over speed bumps.

“Throw up…” Nan Jiaojiao suddenly mumbled.

Bo Yanching quickly found a spot to pull over, and carried her out of the back seat, Nan Jiaojiao held onto a tree trunk, retching for a while but bringing up nothing, felt really uncomfortable, and tried to reach into her mouth to gag herself, but Bo Yanching stopped her.

He brought her to a bench, sitting her on his lap, unscrewed the bottle and handed her some water, “Sip a bit, it’ll ease it.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t reach out, so Bo Yanching supported the back of her head and fed her the water.

She was terribly drunk, limply leaning against his chest, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, mumbling, “I’m hungry.”

“What do you want to eat?”

“…”

“Barbecue? Hot pot burgers? Crawfish?”