Chapter 573: Pacifying the Child

Bo Qingshan pulled out his phone, silently downloaded an app, and then fixed his gaze on Nan Jiaojiao, waiting for her to finish before he crazily spammed the invite button.

“Sister Jiaojiao, play with me for a while?”

Nan Jiaojiao accepted the invite and took him into a savage match where he followed her around.

He did nothing but hold her back, even screaming when they got into a car.

Nan Jiaojiao aimed at two enemies hiding behind a tree, bang bang, two shots and they were gone.

She stretched out a finger and turned off Bo Qingshan’s voice chat.

“So noisy.”

“…” Was she really that repulsed?

Bo Qingshan dared not make a sound, he had never been this quiet in his life.

Midway through the game, Bo Yanching came downstairs carrying Qianqian, with the Old Lady and Auntie Wu following behind, but instead of taking the stairs, they came down by the elevator.

Bo Yanching spoke a few words to Nan Jiaojiao, saw they were gaming, and then had the servants bring the breakfast to the living room.

He held Qianqian, served up a bowl of noodles, picked up a chopstickful, waited for it to cool down, and then fed her.

Nan Jiaojiao died once in the game, she looked up for a glance.

Qianqian nestled in Bo Yanching’s embrace, behaving well; she ate whenever he fed her and let him wipe her mouth when needed.

Afterward, she leaned back against him, her little hand always clutching onto his sleeve.

She seemed even quieter than the last time they met.

Nan Jiaojiao subtly frowned and lowered her head to continue playing the game.

By the end of the match, Qianqian had finished eating too.

Nan Jiaojiao walked over to Qianqian, squatted down, and looked at her from below, “Qianqian, do you want to go out and play?”

Qianqian glanced at her, didn’t say a word, and gently nudged her head against Bo Yanching’s chest.

Nan Jiaojiao reached out her hand, “How about letting Sister hold you for a while, okay?”

Hearing this, Bo Yanching’s eyebrows lifted slightly, he looked at her with a light chuckle, his eyes filled with subtle teasing.

Sister, huh?

Nan Jiaojiao kept her expression unchanged, ignoring someone’s jest, she found a piece of candy and coaxed, “Uncle is tired from holding you, let him rest for a bit, okay?

Let Sister hold you?”

Qianqian looked at the candy in her hand and then raised her head to look at Bo Yanching.

He probably understood Nan Jiaojiao’s intention.

Qianqian was too dependent on him; overly cautious, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow – but being overly reliant on one person might not be a good thing.

A child of her age hasn’t developed stability of mind yet, and if not handled carefully, she could easily become withdrawn.

Therefore, Bo Yanching also wanted to offer some advice, but before he could, Qianqian had already taken the lollipop and cheerfully extended her arms to be picked up by Nan Jiaojiao.

Bo Yanching: “…”

What was he worried about just now?

Nan Jiaojiao was quite pleased with herself, “Call me ‘beautiful sister’, and later I’ll take you to the supermarket to buy big candies.”

Bo Yanching watched her like someone luring a child, he touched his forehead and shook his head.

He had spent such a long time coaxing her earlier.

When he was trying to get Qianqian out of bed, the little one was so frightened she curled up at the head of the bed.

It took him two fairy tales to coax Qianqian over, and until now, she refused to speak a word.

The Old Lady also said this situation had been going on for two or three days now.

It wouldn’t be easy to get her to open up.

“Beautiful Sister.”

Bo Yanching: “…”

Nan Jiaojiao tapped the little one’s nose, “You’re such a good girl.

How about we go down to the garden and help grandma water the flowers?

After a little walk to settle our food, we’ll call Uncle and go out to play.”

Qianqian nodded, got down from her embrace on her own volition and then took Nan Jiaojiao’s hand willingly.

Bo Yanching watched the pair, one big and one small, walking out and felt a bit puzzled by life.

He turned his head and met the undisguised disdain in Bo Qingshan’s eyes.

Bo Yanching cleared his throat, “Your Sister Jiaojiao is a doctor; she knows how to comfort children.”