Chapter 889: Making Up Means Going Home

Saying that, she wobbled into the bathroom.

Bo Yanching didn’t react immediately, looking down at himself for a few moments, then suddenly noticed traces of a face mask on the spot where she had been.

When did she secretly smudge it on him?

Bo Yanching chuckled silently, took a cigarette, ready to smoke, but then noticed the long cigarette holder on the table with the corner of his eye, furrowed his brows, and returned the cigarette to the pack.

He got up, and by the time he reached the bathroom, he’d already unbuttoned his shirt.

Nan Jiaojiao was washing her face, just raised her head, searching for the face towel with closed eyes, wiping her eyes first, and then opened them to see Bo Yanching standing at the door.

He was shirtless.

Nan Jiaojiao’s gaze dropped for a second.

Oh, why bother wearing pants so neatly!

“What are you doing?”

Bo Yanching crossed his arms and said, “Are you done?

I want to take a shower.”

“Why did you take off your clothes before showering?”

“Well, should I shower fully dressed?”

What he said made a lot of sense.

There was no way to argue against it.

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly wondered if she’d given him too much face tonight.

Her sharp tongue was coming back to life.

She still liked the cautious Bo Yanching in front of her, only then was he cute, the way he was acting now reminded her of how he used to be, making her feel a head shorter.

She backed out of the bathroom.

With her hands placed in front and behind her sides, “You go ahead, the water temperature’s just right.”

“Okay,” Bo Yanching sidestepped to let her pass, with a smile tugging at his lips, glancing towards the bedroom, “Wait for me in bed.”

“Alright.”

Nan Jiaojiao really crawled into bed, but when she pulled the cover, she suddenly realized, why should she listen to him?

Her head throbbed painfully!

Bo Yanching quickly finished showering, donned again in his shirt and trousers, though his belt was unfastened.

When he came out, he turned off the lights in the foyer and bedroom, leaving just the standing lamp by the bedside, next to the wall.

The dim yellow light cast shadows on his face.

He pulled Nan Jiaojiao into his arms, whispering, “I’m leaving early tomorrow morning, don’t worry if you wake up and can’t see me.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded.

The bed wasn’t large, about 1.5 meters wide, so the two of them had to lie close together.

There was room behind Nan Jiaojiao to fit a pillow, but she clung to him, pushing Bo Yanching to the edge of the bed.

She was afraid she might move around in her sleep and tumble off.

“When you have a holiday, let’s go see the two little ones.”

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly looked up.

She’d never seen such a cunning man.

Just reconciled, and now he’s trying to get her back home.

“They miss you,” Bo Yanching said, hugging her shoulder, pulling her closer to him, “Grandma misses you too.”

Nan Jiaojiao lay flat in his embrace, playing with his fingers, “Maybe this weekend.

I checked Chu Yao’s rehearsal schedule, she’s free on the weekend so I’ll coordinate the costumes the supporting actors need then.”

Bo Yanching’s lips curved slightly, “Should I come pick you up?”

“No need, I can come back myself.”

“In that case, should I meet you at the airport there?”

Nan Jiaojiao frowned for a moment, “You’re so clingy.”

Bo Yanching glanced at her in surprise, raising an eyebrow and then lowering it, a few strands of laughter deep in his eyes, his laughter slowly bubbling up from his chest.

Nan Jiaojiao’s shoulder tingled slightly, she moved away from his chest, resting against his arm.

Very magnanimously said: “Fine.”

Bo Yanching pinched her cheek, “Every time you come back, let me know in advance.

I’ve been needing to go to Capital City frequently lately; don’t make a wasted trip.”