Chapter 2115: Talking About Your Childhood

What do you mean!

She was the first to speak, but she only saw the old lady behind her?

If she was just suspicious before, today it’s confirmed, the old lady is indeed blocking her from interacting with Bo Yanching. Otherwise, why would she specifically pick her, someone in a wheelchair, to go for a walk?

Must she be sent away, is she really that wary of her!

Song Yuan deliberately went against her wishes, waiting in the most noticeable spot in the living room. She wanted to bring Qianqian up, but the little rascal refused. She held back her emotions, stayed by her side, and played with her, occasionally keeping an eye on the old lady’s room.

After waiting for a few minutes, people came out. She held onto the wheelchair, ready to head over at any time, and called out, restraining herself: “Brother, has Grandma gone to sleep?”

Bo Yanching gave her a glance, “Not yet.”

“I just forgot to say goodnight to Grandma. When we went for a walk, she pointed out the tree you planted when you were young; it’s grown exceptionally well.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelids twitched.

Grandma definitely wouldn’t talk to Song Yuan about Bo Yanching, but she knows which tree Bo Yanching planted; she’s put in quite a bit of effort.

But what she doesn’t know is, Bo Yanching has always been annoyed by everyone’s exaggerated flattery, especially intentional praise, which seems utterly nonsensical to him.

Oh, actually Nan Jiaojiao flatters him too, but he voluntarily lets her tease him; it wouldn’t work with anyone else.

He didn’t directly show his face but perfunctorily responded, “Oh.”

Song Yuan had prepared a lot to say, but he didn’t follow up, leaving her words stuck in her throat. She was originally going to start with his childhood, but the topic she threw out got blocked by him, making her feel awkward.

She had to awkwardly change the topic, “Brother, look at the house Qianqian built. She’s so smart, she was teaching me how to build it. She really adores her.”

Xiao Qianqian’s ears twitched, she gave Song Yuan a strange look.

This aunt is so strange, clearly impatient and yet insists on staying nearby, not even speaking; does she have an ear problem?

Bo Yanching walked over, Song Yuan looked at him with expectation, her admiration and worship in her eyes couldn’t be hidden. As the man approached, she wanted to say something, but saw him picking up Qianqian.

His finger tapped Qianqian’s nose, “What time is it, hmm? If Aunt Chen doesn’t call you, you’d play a little longer? Hurry upstairs to sleep.”

Qianqian unhappily wrinkled her little nose, “But Qianqian wants to play, it’s still early, Brother hasn’t finished his homework yet.”

“His intelligence is regressing, being lazy when the sun is up, insisting on doing it at night—he deserves it. Be good, Third Uncle will take you upstairs for a bath, sleep with Aunt Chen tonight, don’t wait for your brother.”

Xiao Qianqian puffed her cheeks and murmured a muffled “Oh.”

She grabbed Nan Jiaojiao, “Third Aunt accompany Qianqian.”

“Silly child, what Aunt, call me Sister.”

Nan Jiaojiao caught Qianqian’s little hand. Bo Yanching carried the child upstairs, and she followed holding his hand.

Bo Yanching looked at her amusedly, “Who claimed to be Sister Jiaojiao when you were fooling me just now?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s face remained calm, “What’s the problem? I’m only older by… a dozen years or so.”

“The generations are all mixed up,” Bo Yanching freed a hand to poke her forehead, “Every day, you’re so mischievous. You’re really getting out of control.”

Nan Jiaojiao slapped his hand away, recklessly.

“I still need to keep an eye on Bo Qingshan’s homework.”

They reached the doorway, opposite Qianqian’s room is Bo Yanching’s room, diagonally across in the other direction is Bo Qingshan’s room.