Chapter 262: You Finally Woke Up

Burned?

How can such a beautiful thing be burned, especially when it’s expensive!

Anyways, Uncle Bo doesn’t want it anymore…

Bo Qingshan sneakily glanced at Bo Yanching’s retreating figure as he went upstairs, stood behind the bar with his hands clasped behind his back, leisurely whistling.

Once he heard the sound of a door closing upstairs, he immediately hugged the dress and gown to his chest and dashed back to his room, making sure to lock the door behind him.

Hehe, when Sister Jiaojiao comes over on Saturday, it’ll be perfect to give it to her.

He’s broke right now, Uncle Bo, being an elder, should contribute to his love life.

It’s no big deal, he could just be extra filial later on.

Besides, his mom taught him since he was little that being thrifty is a virtue, and he wants to be a good child who listens to his mother.

In the middle of the day, Lu Zhenzhen and Gao Zhe finally came out of their room.

The dining room was being set up.

Elder Jiang personally ordered that the dining table be set on the ground floor for the next few days; it’s too cold, and he’s too lazy to walk far to eat.

Nan Jiaojiao was lying in a lounge chair when she heard footsteps and lazily lifted her eyes to look.

As soon as their eyes met, Lu Zhenzhen was stunned, then after a moment of shock, she hurriedly ran downstairs.

“Baby!”

She wailed and burst into tears, plunging into Nan Jiaojiao’s embrace, “You’re awake, that’s great, I was so worried, you have no idea how scared I was, I didn’t sleep all night, lost my appetite, if you hadn’t woken up, I would have followed you!”

Nan Jiaojiao exchanged a look with Gao Zhe and clearly saw the helplessness and gritted teeth in the depths of his eyes.

Before his legitimate partner, Nan Jiaojiao showed some restraint, “I’m fine now, aren’t I?”

“Thank goodness you’re okay, otherwise I would have rushed to the Bo Family and killed Bo Yanching!”

Her mouth ran ahead of her thoughts, and as soon as the words left her lips, Lu Zhenzhen felt a chill over her entire scalp.

She stiffly raised her head and looked at Nan Jiaojiao with empty eyes, indeed seeing a slight stiffness in Jiaojiao’s expression, and felt a flicker of annoyance inside.

She thought about getting up from sitting on Nan Jiaojiao, but her hands just happened to be on Jiaojiao’s chest, which made the scene a bit risqué.

“Uh, why do I feel like you’ve grown?”

“Where?”

Nan Jiaojiao shooed Lu Zhenzhen’s hand away and checked herself, “Grew a bit?”

Lu Zhenzhen nodded earnestly, “Yeah, it’s a bit bigger.

It must be the stimulus effect, they grew on their own.”

Nan Jiaojiao: “They can grow without anyone helping?”

“Probably…

you see, like with me, here and here, specifically the spots Ah Zhe likes, I feel like the flesh isn’t distributed evenly.”

“Really?

Let me see.”

Lu Zhenzhen was eager, brushing back her hair and pulling open her coat to lean in, while Nan Jiaojiao reached out directly.

Gao Zhe passed by behind them, listening to their muddled conversation, turned around and left, his hand massaging his brow rigid with tension.

Elder Jiang placed a bowl of soup in front of Gao Zhe, looking at him with pity, “You’ve had it hard, you’re all drained.

Have some nourishment, this is specially stewed for you.”

Gao Zhe hesitated for a moment, then relaxed his hand and his complexion remained normal, “Thank you, Elder Jiang.”

“Thank for what?

I’ve always had a room prepared here for Zhenzhen, which is also your room.

Whatever you do in there is only proper, and anyway, no one knows.”

With that, he turned to Aunt Mou, “Later, change the sheets in Zhenzhen’s room, wash them well, then give them a good airing.”

After finishing, he caught a glimpse of Gao Zhe’s uncomfortable expression and reassured him, “It’s alright, don’t feel shy.

You’re young, if not now, when?

You’re just comforting each other as you age.”

Gao Zhe: “…”

He might as well just have the soup.

The taste was quite good, and to change the subject, he deliberately asked, “The taste is nice.

What soup is this?”

Elder Jiang kept a straight face: “Oh, it’s bull pizzle soup.”