Chapter 529: Chu Yao was in a car accident on Huaihai Road

Nan Jiaojiao picked the right topic, bringing out He Xue’s foodie traits.

Surprisingly, they had a pretty lively chat.

Bo Yanching even forgot to smoke, his dark eyes fixed unblinkingly on Nan Jiaojiao.

Her usually reserved personality had surprisingly made her initiate a conversation with a stranger.

When Loo Jinyang came back, he asked a rare question, “Girlfriend?”

“Who?”

Loo Jinyang didn’t even think the question was intended for him.

Especially the term “girlfriend,” which somehow sounded particularly jarring to hear.

Bo Yanching kindly glanced over towards the dining area.

Loo Jinyang sat down and explained, “No, she’s the little sister from the neighbor’s house.

I was coming from the Golden Deer Award event, and I saw her while waiting for the red light.

She said she worked overtime, and I figured it wasn’t safe for a few young girls to go out for dinner this late, so I brought her over.”

“Neighbor’s little sister?” Bo Yanching gave Mo Tingshen a meaningful look and slowly chuckled, “Someone else’s sister with no blood relation doesn’t have such a fiery temper.”

Mo Tingshen gave him a mournful glance, “Can we not bring that up again?”

“What’s in it for me?” Bo Yanching asked casually.

Without batting an eye, Mo Tingshen responded, “Call you father.”

Bo Yanching was almost shocked into incoherence, “Take it easy, you aren’t even part of the Bo Family lineage, so don’t call me that.

Besides, in my first marriage, why would I acknowledge such a grown son?”

Bo Yanching, with distaste, curled his lips slightly, criticizing, “Halfway into the grave and still playing young.”

Mo Tingshen took a drag of his cigarette and deliberately turned his body so that he blew the smoke overhead, but most of it drifted towards Bo Yanching.

Curling his lips slightly, his gaze deepening, his raspy voice seemed deliberately seductive, “Brother Yan was just saying, why are you taking it so seriously, mentioning who’s older.

You’re almost thirty, a bachelor, a lifelong smoker, don’t you have a clue in your heart?”

Bo Yanching glanced at the cigarette in his hand and extinguished it.

“You’re right, I’m different from you now.”

Mo Tingshen: “…”

Why did he feel like the cigarette he smoked today was particularly unsatisfying?

Weren’t they all heavy smokers here?

Back in their younger days, they used to drag race, smoking a pack in a single night was nothing.

What now, got a girlfriend and started to reflect on half a cigarette?

Worried about the smoke bothering her when kissing?

Who are they kidding.

Mo Tingshen smoked absentmindedly, and just as the cigarette burned out, he lit another one, glancing at Huo Linxi who was enjoying the bustle, “Brother, deal the cards.

There’s a saying, lucky in love, unlucky in gambling, let’s make a fortune tonight battling it out with Brother Yan.”

Bo Yanching smiled indifferently.

He had said enough taunts; any more might push someone into becoming introverted.

Forty minutes later, Bo Yanching’s phone rang.

He glanced at it, Yaen Chi was calling.

“Did you drop off the person?”

“Brother Yan, is Mo Tingshen next to you?”

Yaen Chi’s voice was grave, with the sound of wind and the noise of a crowd in the background, faintly accompanied by the sound of a siren.

Bo Yanching’s smile faded as he handed the phone to Mo Tingshen, “For you.”

Mo Tingshen took the phone, pressing it to his ear, and asked, “Did you send Xiao Yao back?”

“I didn’t pick anyone up.

She went to the underground parking lot, some surveillance footage was destroyed, and I’m trying to restore it.

When I found her, she was on Huaihai Road, drunk driving and collided with another car, she’s badly injured.”

Mo Tingshen stood up abruptly, flipping out his phone from under a cushion, finding over a dozen missed calls from Yaen Chi.

He strode towards the door, “Keep an eye on her, I’ll be right there.”