Chapter 45: Do you have tea at home

“Taking revenge for me?”

Bo Yanching seemed to have heard something amusing.

Shen Shichu didn’t yet have the ability to make him angry.

Instead, it was Nan Jiaojiao who had caused a sensation today and gotten herself hurt, which really frustrated him.

He was about to rebuke her when he turned around and saw the child obediently following behind him, with her clear, large eyes looking at him, seriously seeking his opinion.

The words on the tip of his tongue choked back.

Bo Yanching felt that not choosing his words carefully in response would be like fooling a child.

“It’s up to you, I’ll take you home.”

“Oh.”

Nan Jiaojiao followed him, nervously took the lollipop from his hand, and popped it into her mouth.

When Bo Yanching turned around, she explained, “Can’t waste it, there’s still a bit left.”

A strange light flickered in his eyes as he looked at her with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

When the car stopped under the apartment building and he raised the handbrake, Nan Jiaojiao said her goodbyes and was about to get out of the car.

“Do you have tea at home?” Bo Yanching asked quietly.

Nan Jiaojiao’s hand trembled, and she pushed the car door open.

Then she turned to look at him, “Drinking tea at night can keep you awake.”

Bo Yanching chuckled.

A man sending a woman home and not leaving implies a lot already.

He thought that Nan Jiaojiao was playing dumb with him, but to his surprise, her next words sounded particularly sensible, “I have red wine, want some?”

Bo Yanching adjusted his tie slightly, “Yes.”

Nan Jiaojiao trembled even more, and the air seemed to grow warmer.

Once upstairs, Bo Yanching went to take a shower first.

Nan Jiaojiao opened a bottle of red wine, poured it into a decanter, and prepared only one glass.

She took out the only two pieces of frozen beef from the fridge, fried them until she guessed they were somewhat done, and placed them on a plate.

Afterward, she went to take a shower in the guest room.

When she came out, she instinctively glanced at the master bedroom door.

The bathroom door inside was open, and the light was off.

“Uncle Bo?”

“I’m here.”

His voice came from the balcony in the living room.

Bo Yanching stood on the extended terrace, with the night wind rushing, causing the sheer curtains to flutter, revealing his tall silhouette.

He wore only a pair of dress pants, his shirt nowhere to be seen, and his abdominal muscles under the warm orange light…

were seductive with a hint of bewitchment.

“You don’t have any clothes here that I can wear,” he explained.

Nan Jiaojiao had not prepared any, and she did not have a single piece of Shen Shichu’s clothing either.

She casually picked up a throw from the sofa and draped it over his shoulders.

“Warm up a bit; the temperature drops at night.”

Bo Yanching wrapped his arms around her waist, met her eyes, and in the backlight, his dark pupils seemed deeper, “What about you, wearing so little?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s hands just happened to wrap around his shoulders, and the wide blanket fell from his shoulders, enveloping half her body as well.

At his words, her expression paused, and she quickly lowered her head to look at herself.

There were no clothes in the guest room, and the wardrobe was empty.

Nobody usually came over, and she had bought this two-bedroom apartment because she didn’t want a monotonous layout.

And she never let Shen Shichu stay overnight.

At that time, the only thing on the bed was a dress given to her by Lu Zhenzhen, the very one she had been wearing during the fight, and the style of the dress…

was incredibly sexy.

“I don’t usually go for this style,” Nan Jiaojiao covered her heart, her big eyes looking exceptionally innocent.

Bo Yanching laughed, “What style do you go for?”

She thickened her face, “Cute and pure.”

“Hmm.”

Bo Yanching’s chest vibrated twice with suppressed laughter, his toes playfully hooked hers, and Nan Jiaojiao naturally stepped onto the back of his feet.

Bo Yanching led her inside, as if believing her words, his voice suddenly darker, “Is the wine awake yet?”