Chapter 365: I Wasn’t Actually Angry with You

Nan Jiaojiao’s chilliness subsided a bit, but as Bo Yanching drew closer, she stepped back.

“You smell of perfume.”

Bo Yanching’s dark eyes widened slightly.

How could he possibly smell of another woman’s perfume?

But if Nan Jiaojiao said it was there, then it was there.

It was his fault for carelessly picking it up in the corridor.

“Fine.”

His thin lips pressed together, and without another word, he took off his coat.

A suit custom-tailored worth millions, tossed into the rubbish bin without a second thought.

Then he started to unbutton his shirt, each button undone carefully, his gaze never leaving her, and when he reached the fourth button, he spoke in a soft, pleading voice, “Sweetheart, it’s a bit cold.

Can I continue in my room?”

Nan Jiaojiao glared at him, then suddenly laughed.

She walked over, helped him button up, “I know you didn’t touch her.

Don’t throw it away next time, suits are expensive.”

Bo Yanching replied offhandedly, “If you don’t mind, shall I pick it up and wash it?”

“No need.”

“Then I won’t pick it up, I’ll listen to you.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up at him, and as he was bending down at her, she teasingly asked, “Not mad at me anymore?”

“I wasn’t mad at you to begin with.”

Nan Jiaojiao held out her hand to him, “Hug.”

Bo Yanching thought her face was so playfully cute, he lifted her up into a hug, asking if she’d eaten enough, then decided not to return to the banquet, ordering a few dishes to be delivered to their room instead.

“Yan Chenyi is planning to take Hanks to check out that batch of equipment tomorrow.

I have some matters to deal with, so it’s a good chance for you to visit your grandfather.

The gifts are prepared, all in the car.

Han Chuan will take you there tomorrow, and I’ll visit later.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s heart skipped a beat, “I probably won’t be able to go, my grandfather isn’t in Green City.

He’s gone to a friend’s place and won’t be back for half a month.”

Bo Yanching’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, “That’s quite the coincidence, isn’t it?”

“Sure is, we’ll have to do it next time.

You go take care of your work, I’ll amuse myself for a while.”

Bo Yanching ruffled her hair and picked her up, walking towards the dining room.

He lifted her by her waist, and Nan Jiaojiao, adept at this, clung to him as he neatly arranged the dishes.

His hand that was holding her dipped down slightly, and Nan Jiaojiao let go, allowing him to seat her in the chair.

“I’ll come back early to keep you company.

Didn’t you want to go horseback riding?

If the weather’s good tomorrow, I’ll take you up the mountain for a ride.”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao scooped a piece of cake, ate it herself, then spoon-fed him another.

There was a bit of cream on the corner of her mouth, which Bo Yanching wiped off with his hand and ate, “It’s too sweet.”

“It’s sugar-free.

It tastes quite sweet because there’s coconut milk in the cream.

This coconut jelly has a bit of milk tea added, giving it a refreshing taste.

Try it.”

Nan Jiaojiao, excitedly explaining, didn’t notice the contemplative look on the man’s face.

When she spoon-fed him a bite of coconut jelly, Bo Yanching’s expression returned to normal, and he ate a little with her.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door,

Linda stood outside, looking anxious, saying that Han Qi was injured and was insisting that Nan Jiaojiao come to see him.

Bo Yanching went with her.

Exiting the elevator, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

He discreetly signaled to Han Chuan with his eyes.

Understanding the hint, Han Chuan deviated toward another direction and quickly intercepted the person.

In Han Qi’s room, two doctors stood by, but he refused treatment.

Bandages and scissors were scattered on the floor, shattered bottles of iodine littered the carpet, the liquid spreading a stain, the scent slightly acrid.

As soon as Nan Jiaojiao appeared, he pointed at her, “Little fairy, come help me with the dressing.

I don’t trust them.”