Chapter 728: Did You Get the Item

“That treasured place of yours, even though it burned down in a fire that year, who knows if everything was destroyed?

I’ll go take a look for you, and incidentally find some stuff.”

The old master’s face immediately darkened.

Bo Yanching, however, didn’t take another look and left, closing the door behind him.

Just stepping out of the villa, Bo Yuman was playing with a dog when she caught him.

“Did you get what you wanted?”

“Weren’t you going out?”

They both asked each other at the same time.

Ignoring his question, Bo Yuman said, “Since that incident, you’ve never come back here.

If it weren’t for something you wanted here, you wouldn’t have even bothered with grandfather just now.”

She petted the dog’s head and stood up, “Leaving?”

Bo Yanching: “No, since you’re free, come help me find some things.”

Bo Yuman secretly cursed her luck; she was just there to watch the drama unfold, yet this guy actually wanted her to work.

She took off, “I have to go back to the special forces, I don’t have time, take care.”

Bo Yanching pulled her back in one swift move.

He reached for Bo Yuman’s arm, but before he could get close, she instinctively fought back.

Bo Yanching stepped back, his body leaning backward, his palm feigned support under Bo Yuman’s elbow.

He spun half a circle, and just when he was about to push back, Bo Yuman suddenly changed her tactic, attacking forcefully without dodging.

Neither of them moved an inch, standing still as if they were wooden stakes; their hand movements alternated between fists and palms, exchanging blows, with the whistling of the air intermingled with the crisp sound of fabric rubbing.

Within three moves, Bo Yuman ended up in Bo Yanching’s grasp.

Her arm firmly caught, she hadn’t steadied herself from the last move, nor did she expect Bo Yanching to suddenly step forward.

She was involuntarily dragged along for a few steps, and her face immediately turned dark.

“Bo Yanching, I’m at least the third team leader of the SWAT team.

Can’t you save me some face?”

Bo Yanching nodded and chuckled lightly, “Then you need to practice more, try to last more than three moves against me next time.”

Bo Yuman was so frustrated her teeth itched.

In terms of physical fitness, Bo Yanching was the strongest person she knew, yet he refused to serve his country with his martial skills, preferring to wallow in the stench of copper in the business world, which she had despised for many years.

But the fact that she couldn’t beat him was infuriating.

“No wonder you stayed single right up until your thirties when someone finally took you.

You old bachelor, fooling that pure and innocent young lady, you’re bound to get your comeuppance someday!”

If she couldn’t beat him, she’d curse at him, always choosing the most vicious words.

Bo Yanching usually didn’t bother arguing with her mouth, but this time, to her surprise, he actually covered her mouth.

“Curse all you want, but not this.

I only have one wife, and even cursing behind her back is not okay.

What if it actually came true?

Where would you find me another one?”

Bo Yuman’s eyes widened, almost bulging out as she looked at him as if he were some kind of monster.

She kept feeling his head growing larger.

His ‘love brain’ was about to emerge.

Bo Yanching didn’t hold onto Bo Yuman for long; Yaen Chi sent him a link.

Upon opening it, the video showed Nan Jiaojiao from someone else’s perspective.

It was still at the set kickoff.

Against the same background, she used her phone to push her baseball cap up, then looked for the best angle to take a selfie, not with the front camera but the rear one.

After taking the picture and checking it, her eyebrows immediately furrowed.

A mix of resignation, disdain, and irritability crossed her face.

The exposure photo she sent him also included someone capturing the moment she took her selfie, clearer than the shot she took herself.

With eyebrows defined and eyes distinct, her bare face shone under the daylight, unbelievably beautiful and otherworldly.