Mr.CEO Is So Obsessed with His Hot Wife

Chapter 699: Behave Help Me Light a Cigarette

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She fished a small beverage out of his pocket.

It was the kind of probiotic drink that little children consume.

Bo Yanching inserted the straw and handed it to her, and as she took it, his hand conveniently wrapped around hers as well.

The small beverage had been in his pocket, acquiring a bit of his body warmth.

But, after Nan Jiaojiao took a couple of sips, she couldn’t help but sigh with slight greed, “If only this was a hot milk tea right now.”

Bo Yanching pinched her palm lightly, “Still not satisfied?”

Nan Jiaojiao turned to look at him, her eyes pretending to be innocent despite her thick-skinned nature, which instantly made him chuckle.

“You’re really getting harder to please.”

Nan Jiaojiao leaned into his embrace, “Hard to please, huh?”

“Yes!”

She was certainly getting better at pushing his buttons.

Just like the saying went—

When Jiaojiao acts sweet, Master Bo’s soul floats away.

And it truly was so.

And he really didn’t mind!

Once Nan Jiaojiao finished her drink, Bo Yanching threw the trash away.

He didn’t sit back down but instead took out his phone to call for a car.

His hand slipped into his pocket, fiddling with the opening of a cigarette pack and drawing out a cigarette.

With one hand, he struck a light, the flame bending in the wind until he shielded it with his hand.

Turning back, he saw Nan Jiaojiao standing on the bench with a look of disdain, as if sitting down would soak her pants.

“Carry me for a bit,” she said to him, stretching out her arms.

Bo Yanching raised his phone, “I’ve called a car.”

Nan Jiaojiao pouted, “Just for a little while.”

He had no choice but to cancel the order, stood facing her with his back, and hardly had he begun to bend his knees to crouch down when Nan Jiaojiao already hopped onto his back.

“There, there, hold the cigarette for me,” he said with the cigarette in his mouth, his hands occupied.

“Still smoking?”

“If I don’t have a couple puffs now, where will I get the energy when you make a fuss tonight?”

“You always have an excuse.”

Everyone knew he was a heavy smoker.

Talk as she might, Nan Jiaojiao obediently took the cigarette, juggled it between her hands, and then, mimicking his manner, held it between the index and middle fingers of her right hand.

When he wanted to smoke, she brought it back to his lips and helped steady it.

After watching him take a few drags, Nan Jiaojiao grew more curious.

She’d never had any addiction to smoking or drinking, and had never even smoked a cigarette before.

The next time she took it from his mouth, she suddenly brought it to her own lips.

Bo Yanching’s eyes twitched, and suddenly, he lowered her from his back, pulled her around to face him and embraced her tight, not letting her touch the cigarette.

He snatched it away and stubbed it out immediately, tossing it into the snow.

“Getting bold, are we?”

She blinked, “Just curious.”

Bo Yanching kept a stern face, “Kids shouldn’t be carelessly curious.

I can smoke, but you’re not allowed.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t argue and unusually didn’t talk back after being scolded.

Bo Yanching hailed another car, and while waiting, he held her close in his embrace, his coat wrapped around her, cradling her head to his chest.

When they got home, Nan Jiaojiao was too lazy to move, even having her slippers put on by Bo Yanching, who carefully held her feet.

Over the next few days, Nan Jiaojiao was very busy.

She was involved in several of her professor’s projects, often staying late in the lab or immersing herself in the library.

When Bo Yanching asked, she said she hoped to complete all her senior year courses before the semester ended.

The professors didn’t agree at first, but after her persistent coaxing and willingness to give up her free time to take on several projects and studies, the school promised that as long as she passed and her grades were impressive, they would allow her to finish early.

Bo Yanching immediately understood; she was sick of studying again.

She’d rather push herself for a few months to enjoy two years of relaxation afterwards.

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