Chapter 865: Bringing Jiaojiao to Dinner

Their eyes met, and Mr.

Bo was momentarily stunned, then the coldness in his eyes faded significantly.

It was clear he had recognized Ye Jun.

He extinguished his cigarette and walked over.

Nan Jiaojiao was checking the group messages, and the light above her suddenly got blocked.

She was too lazy to look up, so she scooted into the sofa, letting the leaked light fall onto the screen.

Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice from above:

“Mr.

Ye.”

Nan Jiaojiao furrowed her brows.

“Mr.

Bo.”

Ye Jun stood up and shook hands with Mr.

Bo, who had extended his right hand first, then they let go.

“Did you bring Jiaojiao here for a meal?” Mr.

Bo asked.

Ye Jun hesitated, “Does Mr.

Bo know my sister?”

Mr.

Bo chuckled softly.

“Jiaojiao.”

The man’s gentle, restrained voice lingered between his lips and teeth, unfolding softly with his breath.

He was standing there, without any deliberate move to get closer, yet Nan Jiaojiao inexplicably felt as if he was speaking right next to her ear.

Nan Jiaojiao ignored him and turned her body further in.

Mr.

Bo’s laughter became clearer, “If she doesn’t let me know her, then I probably don’t know her.”

Ye Jun instinctively frowned.

If they didn’t know each other, would he use such a fond tone?

He knew that Nan Jiaojiao’s friends were impressive.

On her birthday, Miss Lu, Yaen Chi, Mo Tingshen, and others came to support her.

Ye Jun wasn’t there in person and didn’t know if any were missed when the servants recounted the attendees, but no matter how negligent, if Mr.

Bo had actually appeared, someone would have mentioned it.

However, from Mr.

Bo’s demeanor, it was obvious he and Nan Jiaojiao were acquainted.

“Jiaojiao did experiments all afternoon and took a nap in the car just now.

She must be tired; Mr.

Bo, please don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.”

Mr.

Bo took a deep look at Nan Jiaojiao, then glanced at the dishes on the table, “No shrimp?”

“Jiaojiao doesn’t like shrimp.”

Ye Jun blurted out, “I’ve never seen her eat it.

When we eat at home and there’s shrimp on the table, she doesn’t touch it.”

Mr.

Bo smiled, “You have to peel it for her.

She’s lazy, loves seafood the most but doesn’t want to get her hands dirty.

If you peel it and put it in her bowl, she’ll eat it.”

Ye Jun was startled, “Really?”

“Yes.”

That word from Mr.

Bo was in response to Ye Jun.

Out of respect for Nan Jiaojiao, he truly gave her brother face.

Unfortunately, despite standing here for so long, Nan Jiaojiao still wouldn’t look at him.

He bent down, placing his arm on the back of the sofa behind her, leaning his body in without a sound, his broad shoulders just perfectly blocking most of the light from the lamp above Nan Jiaojiao, casting a shadow over her typing fingers and the screen.

“Jiaojiao.”

Nan Jiaojiao placed her phone face down on the table, and the obvious irritation in her lifted eyes, “What?”

“Li Jian is leaving tomorrow, and Yaen Chi organized a gathering for tonight here to see him off.

There won’t be many people, just me, Yaen Chi, and Mo Tingshen, all people you know.

If you’re free later, why not come play?”

Nan Jiaojiao thought to herself, what’s fun about hanging out with a group of men?

She suddenly felt something moving against her back.

Mr.

Bo tapped the back of the sofa, the bones of his bent fingers intentionally or unintentionally touching the spot below her neck.

Nan Jiaojiao moved slightly inward.

His lips curved subtly, “I’ll peel the shrimp for you.”

A sudden thought flashed in Nan Jiaojiao’s mind.

Her brow furrowed more tightly.

He’s definitely flirting with her!

Why get so close to talk; she could even smell the tobacco scent on his hand, tempting her to move her fingers lightly, and why use a tone as if coaxing a child to eat candy.

Does she really look that stupid and gullible?