Chapter 2026: Scheming Man

The little guy was soft and fluffy, adorably cute, using the same scented body wash, but somehow Qianqian still smelled better.

Bo Yanching disdainfully let go, wiped his fingers clean on Bo Qingshan’s shoulder, then picked Qianqian up and bounced her twice before pulling out a chair to sit down.

Bo Qingshan quickly covered his ear, rubbed it hurriedly, making huffing noises from his mouth.

He was really convinced!

Every time he’s in Third Uncle’s hands, he’s no different from a chick being picked up by the neck. This lifetime, he’d lose because of seniority!

He couldn’t provoke the older ones, but he could always hassle the little ones. Just now, did Qianqian laugh at him? He wanted to act the big brother and scold her a bit, but couldn’t even get his expression ready. As soon as he looked up, his gaze split, and there he saw Nan Jiaojiao.

She was propping up her cheek, looking at him with a smile.

Their eyes met, she waved at him, “Good morning, little buddy.”

Bo Qingshan’s eyes almost popped out. He wanted to speak, but his lips just clapped haphazardly like a stutterer, “J-Jiaojiao Sister, you’re here.”

How did she get here!

No one even told him!

Bo Qingshan suddenly glared at Bo Yanching, who just had to wedge himself between him and Sister Jiaojiao, his desire to turn to the dark side reached its peak, he recklessly said, “Third Uncle, did you do this on purpose, not telling me Sister Jiaojiao was here, so that I’d come down looking like this? You can’t beat me in age, so you want to outdo me in looks, you’re really…”

Bo Yanching gave him a light glance, and Bo Qingshan almost had his throat slit by the air.

But Nan Jiaojiao was still there, so he suddenly found some courage, puffed up his cheeks and squeezed out a sentence, “Schemer!”

He didn’t dare say “old scumbag” out loud, he was still timid, after all.

Knowing his mouth quipped too fast, surely he’d get disciplined, so he wanted to run as soon as he finished talking, but just when he was about to bolt, Bo Yanching grabbed him by the back of his collar and tossed him straight out of the dining room.

Bo Qingshan fell flat on his face, got up and ran straight upstairs.

He took just five minutes to wash his face, brush his teeth, and dig out a shirt and suit pants, even carefully tied a necktie, imitating Third Uncle’s style, slicking his hair back to show his devastatingly handsome face, with his hands in his trouser pockets, walking with the incipient swagger of a CEO, pulling out the chair next to Nan Jiaojiao.

“Jiaojiao Sister,” he touched his eyebrow bone, “morning.”

Nan Jiaojiao almost burst out laughing, she slid a bowl of tofu pudding toward Bo Qingshan, “Have a try, I packed it from the breakfast shop. Add your own chili if you want.”

“Of course, I have to add chili!”

Bo Qingshan always knew Nan Jiaojiao liked Sichuan cuisine, especially the kind with a pile of dried chili peppers on top. She could eat it without even blushing. Bo Qingshan liked sweet flavors, but to cater to Nan Jiaojiao’s taste, he tried eating spicy food, almost burning his mouth off at first, swelling for two days, got teased by the Old Lady for quite a while.

He was very confident in his current spice tolerance, scooped a big spoonful of chili, but ended up with just a few drops of chili oil, quickly put the spoon back, and hurriedly stirred the tofu pudding, “Jiaojiao Sister, you don’t know, I can eat spicy now, I’m practically addicted. If a meal doesn’t have it, I can’t even eat.”

“Really?”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at his bowl, all white, with just a tiny bit of chili oil on the edge.

She mischievously scooped another spoonful of chili oil, “Tofu pudding should have more chili, you hardly have any, let me add some for you.”