Mr.CEO Is So Obsessed with His Hot Wife
Chapter 743: Did You Coax Mommy Back
Nan Jiaojiao was in no mood to appreciate what it felt like to be reunited with the little one at this moment.
As soon as she bent down to pick up Tuantuan, the man standing before her radiated a coldness so intense that, if not for his breathing, even the air might have frozen into ice.
She patted Tuantuan’s shoulder, “Your daddy is inside.”
“I know, Uncle Yeh Xiao already told me,” Tuantuan didn’t care at all about what condition Yeh Hannian was in and clung to Nan Jiaojiao’s neck without letting go, whining coquettishly, “Mommy took care of daddy all night, I know all about it.”
Nan Jiaojiao’s heart skipped a beat.
Subconsciously, she looked up, wanting to see Bo Yanching, but as soon as she lifted her gaze slightly, Tuantuan pulled it back down.
“So, does that mean you have made up, Daddy said he has been waiting for Mommy for many years, are we never going to be apart again?”
Tuantuan stared at her, his eyes so wide that they seemed on the verge of tears.
Nan Jiaojiao’s throat tightened, how could she utter such heartless words?
She was afraid that her voice alone would bring the little girl to tears.
Her mind was in knots at the moment, tangled in every which way.
After murmuring some words of comfort, she just wanted to hurry and send Tuantuan away, “Go see your daddy first.”
“Okay!”
Tuantuan looked back with every step she took, turning even the short distance into what felt like a long street.
Upon entering behind the curtain, he kicked off his shoes and dove straight into Yeh Hannian’s arms.
He blocked her a little, shifted Tuantuan to his right arm, and cursed through gritted teeth, “Easy, sweetheart, your dad’s hurt on the left side, you almost crushed it.”
“Does it hurt, Tuantuan will blow on it for you.”
Yeh Tuantuan pursed her lips, about to draw nearer but then gave up, cradling Yeh Hannian’s big head, her eyes curved with excitement, “Daddy, you coaxed Mommy back, didn’t you?”
Yeh Hannian glanced outside; he couldn’t see anyone.
But why did he feel so good?
“Hard to say.”
Those two words came out tender and poignant, his breath laced with laughter.
Yet they struck Bo Yanching’s ears with a weight of a thousand pounds.
His expression grew darker and darker, watching Nan Jiaojiao with an unprecedented coldness, waiting for even a half-sentence response from her.
Seeing her seemingly struggling to speak, he coldly chuckled and left the ward.
Nan Jiaojiao immediately followed.
Bo Yanching walked briskly, without turning his head.
Jinyang was standing by the elevator, not saying a word.
Just as the elevator arrived, he stepped in first.
Nan Jiaojiao chased after only to see the numbers descending.
She panicked, repeatedly pressing the down button, but the elevator would not come up.
“Miss Nan.”
Behind her was Yeh Xiao, holding Tuantuan.
Nan Jiaojiao was about to lash out, but seeing Tuantuan, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“Miss Nan, I was spotted on my way here.
Please take the young miss away.
We can’t go back to the previous hotel.
I will give you an address; take her there first.
If…
things go well, the master will come.”
Yeh Xiao handed Tuantuan to Nan Jiaojiao.
She reached out to take her, and as she listened to Yeh Xiao’s words, she realized something was wrong.
“Who is chasing him?”
“You don’t need to worry about that; I can’t say much to you.
You should leave now; any later and you won’t be able to.”
Yeh Xiao hid part of the truth, as it wasn’t convenient to speak with Tuantuan present.
Nan Jiaojiao could have completely ignored the situation, but Yeh Xiao didn’t give her the chance to speak.
After finishing his piece, he turned back toward the ward.
A few steps later, he pulled out the gun hidden under his suit jacket at his lower back and loaded it.
Before Nan Jiaojiao entered the elevator, she heard noises behind her.
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