Chapter 746: Called Me Out in the Middle of Last Night

Bo Yanching didn’t go anywhere.

He returned to Minglun.

Mo Tingshen and a few others were chatting.

When they saw him return, they teased him and tried to get him to play pool.

Bo Yanching ignored them, opened a bottle of Conti, drank red wine as if it were beer, and in no time, he had finished the entire bottle.

“What’s got into him?” Mo Tingshen asked Loo Jinyang, who had come back with him, “Who provoked him?”

Loo Jinyang didn’t want to say anything.

He had been too far away at the time and hadn’t heard a thing.

He had no idea what the quarrel between Bo Yanching and Nan Jiaojiao had been about.

On the way back, they weren’t in the same car.

Worried about an accident, he had followed behind Bo Yanching’s car but still couldn’t keep up with his pace upon reaching Minglun.

He walked very fast and sat down to drink as soon as he arrived.

“It’s about Brother Yan…”

“Got it.”

Mo Tingshen decided it was better not to press the issue.

He grabbed a cup and sat beside Bo Yanching.

“Share some.

I’m thirsty,” he said.

Bo Yanching lifted his eyelids and gave him a glance, then kicked over an unopened bottle of red wine.

Mo Tingshen caught the bottle and smiled, “Stingy, sharing a sip with me won’t kill you.”

Bo Yanching paid him no attention, loosened his tie, fumbled with it and failing to untie it, finally just tore it off.

A button from his shirt popped off.

He leaned back, resting his hands on the back of the sofa, wine bottle in hand, drinking straight from the bottle.

A trickle of wine slipped from the corner of his mouth, following the chiseled line of his jaw before disappearing into his shirt collar, the stain black — impossible to see where it was wet if not for the light shining on it.

His cellphone rang.

Bo Yanching didn’t move.

Mo Tingshen reached into Bo Yanching’s pants pocket and felt for the phone, checking the caller ID.

“Your brother.”

After answering, he held the phone to Bo Yanching’s ear.

“Third brother, are you sober yet?”

Bo Yanching’s mouth twisted into a self-mocking smile, “Still drinking.”

Bo Shuxian paused, “Drinking again?

You called me last night in the middle of the night to come and drink with you.

Why have you been drinking so much lately?

Is something troubling you?”

“Ah.”

Bo Yanching responded noncommittally, not particularly inclined to continue the conversation.

Bo Shuxian was busy on the other end.

He had drunk very little the night before, with restraint, and wouldn’t let it interfere with work.

He had just gotten a break and, while eating, had first called the old house, talked to Qianqian for a bit, and then remember Bo Yanching’s silent drinking the night before.

After pondering, he felt something was amiss, which prompted this call.

“Is there someone with you?”

“Yes.”

It seemed Bo Shuxian could hear Yaen Chi and the others in the background and felt reassured, “That’s good.

Drink less.”

“Understood.”

Bo Yanching raised his eyebrows as Mo Tingshen took back the phone, hung up, and casually placed it on the coffee table.

Last night…

Huh.

He had returned home full of joy, not having told Nan Jiaojiao beforehand, assuming she would have been asleep.

However, when Bo Yanching saw that even the sheets in the master bedroom were neatly arranged on the bed, he suddenly felt that his careful actions from the moment he entered, changing his shoes quietly and tiptoeing in, were a joke.

He didn’t suspect anything else and thought that Nan Jiaojiao was either with Chu Yao or Lu Zhenzhen.

But he checked and found that Chu Yao was shooting a night scene on set and hadn’t wrapped up.

Lu Zhenzhen was accompanying Gao Zhe back to the Gao Family home and stayed there for the night.

They obviously couldn’t have taken Nan Jiaojiao with them.

At that moment, Bo Yanching felt a tightness in his chest.

He wanted to ask but didn’t dare to, and could only call Bo Shuxian to come out and drink with him, needing the alcohol to muster the courage to call Nan Jiaojiao.

He didn’t ask where she was, only required that she be willing to come.

He would then not pursue it further.

Love, after all, can sometimes be about playing the fool.

Who made him fall for that one girl, caring so much it hurt.