Chapter 2120: Those Who Associate with Ink Become Black

Nan Jiaojiao secretly stretched out a finger, pressed it against his chest, and gently pushed outward, trying to sneakily put a bit of distance between them, but that little move made Bo Yanching very displeased. He caught her hand and pulled it around his waist.

The body that had just pulled back pressed down again, and his lowered dark eyes looked into hers with a distinctly predatory edge.

“Still want to mess around?”

Nan Jiaojiao hurriedly shook her head. “No, no, I swear I won’t touch you again.”

Bo Yanching angrily pinched her cheek. “You just don’t have a single peaceful moment in a day, do you.”

Yet he fell for it every time, often feeling like he was her personal plaything.

The rain gradually eased up, and Bo Yanching found a barbecue place close to home.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t want to sit inside; she liked the low tables and chairs set up just outside the shop entrance. Bo Yanching went along with her. The two of them were dressed sharp and stylish, sitting under the blue‑and‑white striped rain tarp by the roadside.

Even the passing dogs had to give them a few looks.

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t help but laugh. “Guess what they’re thinking?”

Bo Yanching used napkins to wipe the table until the surface shone. He disliked the yellowed white teapot from the barbecue place; when the waiter brought it over, he directly had them take it away, then grabbed two bottles of water from the car, using them to rinse the bowls and chopsticks clean.

He shot her a glare. “What else could they think? They probably figure we’ve got bubbles in our brains.”

Nan Jiaojiao raised her brows in surprise, unable to hold back her laughter. “Since when did you start stealing my lines?”

Bo Yanching snorted coldly. “Baby, ever heard the saying, you are the company you keep?”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed so hard she leaned back into the sagging blue chair. “Nope, I’m not very educated.”

Bo Yanching really did get amused by her.

He just loved that way she had of trying her best to make people dislike her, that tick‑me‑till‑you‑want‑to‑hit‑me attitude of hers.

They ordered quite a lot of food; Nan Jiaojiao wanted to eat a bit of everything. Luckily this place let you pick your own skewers instead of ordering full portions. As she kept piling food into the tray, Bo Yanching followed behind her, quietly putting some back. Otherwise, with her big eyes, small stomach style, even two pigs might not be enough for her to finish.

Bo Yanching barely ate any of it; he didn’t like these charcoal‑grilled things. He only took a couple of symbolic bites when Nan Jiaojiao handed something to him. Most of it went into her stomach. Halfway through, she couldn’t eat anymore. She hated wasting food and wanted to force herself to keep going. Bo Yanching asked the waiter for a takeout box, blocked her while he stripped all the food off the skewers into the box, then went to find a trash can and set the box on top with the lid just loosely resting there, so it’d be easy to open when stray dogs came by.

Nan Jiaojiao stood there refusing to leave, her eyes rolling around. Bo Yanching was afraid she’d get overexcited and start fighting the dogs for food, so he quickly scooped her up and carried her off.

By the time they got home, the rain had turned to a fine drizzle. Coming up from the underground garage they hadn’t gotten wet, but once home she ran out to the balcony to close the windows and ended up soaking her own head and face. Bo Yanching saw and grabbed her off to shower.

She played dirty and jumped onto him. Bo Yanching held her like that while he ran the bathwater for her, then peeled her out of his arms and pushed her in, absolutely refusing to stay and shower with her.

But Bo Yanching never underestimated the stubborn clinginess Nan Jiaojiao could get when she wanted to stick to him. He took his shower in the guest room, and just as he turned on the computer in the study, Nan Jiaojiao showed up, flopping over the back of his chair and wrapping her arms around him from behind.

“How late are you going to work?”

“Say that again?”