Chapter 736: Brother Yan Have You Seen Little Sister-in-Law

Loo Jinyang’s face stiffened, and the hand he had raised did not land for a long while.

Was it really Nan Jiaojiao?

He made up a perfunctory excuse, asked a nurse for directions, remembered the room number, then pretended to take a phone call and walked away.

In a secluded spot, he made a phone call to Bo Yanching.

The phone was picked up after only two rings, as if it had been clutched in hand all along.

“Speak quickly.”

Loo Jinyang choked for a moment, his carefully prepared words pushed back by Bo Yanching’s command.

“Brother Yan, when did you get back?”

“Just arrived.”

“Oh,” Loo Jinyang looked out the window at the heavy dark colors that the light couldn’t brighten by more than a few inches, a lump formed in his throat, and he tentatively asked, “So you’ve seen the little sister-in-law then?”

“Not yet, I’m at the bar, waiting for her to pick me up.”

“Ah, that’s, that’s so?” Loo Jinyang’s gaze drifted.

He faintly heard the sound of Bo Yanching flicking a lighter.

“Jiaojiao loves to sleep in, she must be annoyed after I called her out of bed.

I’m worried about her on her way here, afraid she might look for me, so I keep my phone close.

If you don’t have anything important, hang up now.”

Loo Jinyang felt an agonizing discomfort in his heart, tossing and turning internally, wanting to speak but not daring to, after a long struggle, he managed only to say, “It’s nothing, let’s have a drink when we’re free.”

“Okay.”

Bo Yanching responded offhandedly and then hung up the phone.

He was now in the bar, initially in a private room, but to wait for Nan Jiaojiao, he had moved to a booth near the entrance.

As soon as Nan Jiaojiao walked in, her blue knitted sweater shimmered under the lights, like a stream of spring water spilling into his heart.

Just as Bo Yanching was about to call her, he stood up, felt a wave of dizziness, and slumped back down.

Footsteps approached, and then a pair of hands rested on his arm.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the coffee table, just one glass of lemon water, and not a single bottle of alcohol in sight.

“What’s this, drunk without even having a drink?

How did you get like this?”

Bo Yanching slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes deep as he fixedly stared at her, as if a thin veil of intoxication clouded his vision.

With his eyes half-closed, it was hard to see clearly, but he distinctly saw Nan Jiaojiao through the colorful haze.

He couldn’t look away anymore.

“Were you scared on the way here?”

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head, “No, I drove here myself.”

“Such a good girl.”

Bo Yanching reached out to her, meaning to hug her, but Nan Jiaojiao misunderstood and leaned in, tilting her little head down for a touch.

His hand paused for a moment, transitioning from his waist to her shoulder, cradling the back of her head, he pulled her into his embrace.

“Shuxian got really drunk, I was worried about him, so I asked Han Che to stay in the apartment to look after him.

Han Chuan had an early flight, so I had no choice but to ask you.”

His breath was warm by her ear.

Nan Jiaojiao snuggled into his neck, blinked, and said, “Who else would you find if not me?

Do you have someone else out there?”

Bo Yanching’s brow lifted slightly, and he chuckled, “I wouldn’t dare.” “Let’s go home, okay?”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao got out of his arms and helped him to stand.

She was about to exert force when she realized that supporting him was very easy; he had pushed himself up without pressing on her shoulder, instead wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her close.

Nan Jiaojiao was taken aback and looked up at him, “You don’t seem drunk, you clearly have strength.”

“How could I bear to tire you,” Bo Yanching said with a smile playing on his lips, rubbing the top of her head and pressing down those curious, baby-like eyes of hers, “I didn’t drink much, I can handle it.”

He said that, but Nan Jiaojiao knew him well; when it came to drinking, Bo Yanching was always restrained and seldom seen drunk.