Chapter 692: It's My Only One

“Cough…” Loo Jinyang nearly choked to death, “If you’re going to act out, don’t drag me into it, otherwise I’ll share every beating from Brother Chi with you.”

Huo Linxi flashed a big white smile and turned to Yaen Chi, saying, “Brother Chi, did you hear that?

He’s dissatisfied with you.”

“…” Loo Jinyang really wanted to curse.

What to do when there are too many sycophants around?

He considered getting a couple of yellow talismans to ward off evil spirits.

Yaen Chi couldn’t be bothered with those clowns; he took Yin Tao’s hand, put chopsticks in it, and said, “Don’t mind them, just help yourself to whatever you want to eat.”

Yin Tao looked at him and said timidly, “Okay.”

After that, Yaen Chi didn’t particularly look after her; he just sat beside her, occasionally passing her a drink, but his own chopsticks only served himself, never once adding food to her plate.

Even his attention wasn’t on Yin Tao; he wanted to say a few words to Bo Yanching, but saw that Master Bo still had Nan Jiaojiao wrapped in his arms.

Jiaojiao’s skin was thick, but in private; in front of so many people, she wanted to maintain some decorum.

Tentatively, she tried to reach for her bowl, but before her fingers touched it, Bo Yanching deftly dodged.

“Don’t move, I’ll feed you.”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a tug, “That’s not very good, I can eat by myself.”

“Don’t move.”

Bo Yanching picked up some vegetables mixed with a small mouthful of white rice to feed her.

Watching her chew slowly, his eyes brimming with her adorable manner, his chin gently touched her forehead as he cooed, “My phone’s in my bag, you can play with it if you want.”

“Oh.”

Nan Jiaojiao took out his phone, which had all the games she usually played.

Bo Yanching normally didn’t play, but he had them ready for her.

Yi Qinghuan recognized it as Bo Yanching’s personal phone.

The brand came under the Bo’s corporate umbrella, and this model was a private custom.

Aside from family and a few friends and assistants, others couldn’t even trace it.

He never let others touch his phone, and now it was being used by Nan Jiaojiao as a gaming device?

It was simply outrageous!

After a few sips of alcohol, her eyes narrowed with a smile that was not quite a smile, she commented, “Yanching, do you really need to feed her mouthful by mouthful like this?

You’re provoking us so much.”

“She’s the only one I have.

If I don’t take good care of her and she throws a fit and runs off, where would I go to catch her?” Bo Yanching didn’t even lift his head.

Yi Qinghuan’s mood plummeted.

Upon hearing his words, Nan Jiaojiao glared at him resentfully, but Bo Yanching’s expression didn’t change.

He gestured at the phone with his eyes, “Keep playing, it’s your turn to pick a hero.”

Nan Jiaojiao sighed quietly, and just as she lowered her head, another mouthful of food was fed to her.

She simply stopped resisting, too lazy to pay attention to the looks from others.

After all, she was tired of hearing the teasing remarks.

As long as she didn’t return their glances, the awkwardness was theirs, not hers.

Halfway through the meal, Yaen Chi needed to use the wine decanter.

As the turntable rotated in front of him, just as he reached out, the red wine in the decanter was nearly finished.

He stood up, “I’ll go order more wine.”

Yin Tao quickly put down her chopsticks wanting to follow him, but Yaen Chi pressed her back to her seat, “Sit down, I’ll be right back.

If you’re bored, just talk to Qinghuan.”

Yin Tao obediently nodded, “Okay.”

Yaen Chi turned his head and cracked a joke or two with Bo Yanching.

As he turned around, the smile on his face paused momentarily.

Behind him, the sound of Yi Qinghuan initiating conversation with Yin Tao faintly drifted over.

Without looking back, he left the private room, his gaze catching a figure rushing down the corridor.

He narrowed his eyes, glanced back at the slightly ajar door of the private room and the wall beside him.

Yaen Chi closed the door and, with his hands in his pockets, walked towards that direction.