Chapter 895: Mail

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t speak, her expression calm as ever.

Chu Yao watched her carefully for a while, unable to tell whether she was happy or not, but given the situation, no one would be overjoyed.

She’s just like that; if she doesn’t want to talk about something, you can’t get a word out of her.

Chu Yao didn’t bring it up again.

After they finished eating, Bo Yanching called.

Nan Jiaojiao lay on the innermost bed, chatting with him one sentence at a time.

Who would have thought that as soon as her head hit the pillow, she’d feel sleepy, her eyelids almost sticking together, and then her head suddenly bumped against it, leaving her a bit dazed.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked.

Nan Jiaojiao turned over.

“Sleepy.”

“Go to sleep then, call me after you’re done tonight.”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao took the phone off herself, too lazy to even hang up, and just set it aside, not caring anymore.

Bo Yanching thought she was still listening, asked a couple of probing questions, didn’t hear a response, and then after a while, he heard her breathing.

He shook his head helplessly, put the phone on speaker by his side.

In front of him stood two managers reporting work, not daring to breathe heavily.

“Go get busy, leave the documents, I’ll look at them later.”

The two managers sighed in relief, set down the files, and quietly left.

In no time, Han Chuan brought in a stack of mail, either urgent documents or personal letters, mostly work-related.

Bo Yanching hadn’t received anything personal in a long time, especially since Han Chuan would sort them out first.

“Sir, this one’s from the Capital City.”

Bo Yanching’s brows slightly moved, holding the pen against the web of his hand, seemingly frozen, the vertical ridge on the pen cap pressing into the soft flesh.

After a long while, he gently pinched his fingertips, holding the pen between his fingers like a cigarette.

He opened the mail, his gaze slightly focusing, skimmed through it roughly, then put it back.

Eight o’clock in the evening.

Minglun.

Loo Jinyang and Huo Linxi returned from their trip, and as soon as they got off the plane, they called everyone to Minglun, insisting on showing them some rare items.

Yaen Chi went to pick up Yin Tao after work.

She was planning to go for a late-night snack with two colleagues.

After asking him, Yaen Chi brought them along too—more people wouldn’t hurt.

He arrived late, opening the private room door to find it already bustling inside.

Yaen Chi kicked aside Huo Linxi who was awkwardly dancing at the door, laughing and joking, “Did you take a trip to the primitive society or something?”

“Brother Chi!

I’ve missed you to death!

You have no idea.

Facing Loo Jinyang, that dumbass, every day, sharing the bed, I almost threw up.

I realized how much I miss you.

Come on, let me hug you and take a sniff~”

“Get lost,” Yaen Chi removed the ribbon hanging on Huo Linxi and glanced backward, “There are girls, mind your manners.”

Huo Linxi paused, looking behind Yaen Chi.

The three girls were staring at him, dumbfounded.

Huo Linxi felt as if something was clawing at his heart, embarrassed.

Luckily, it wasn’t his first time being embarrassed, so he calmly removed all the primitive resident attire on him.

“Long time no see, sister-in-law,” he waved to Yin Tao, then greeted the two behind her, “Don’t be scared, relax and have fun, we’re all friends here.”

This term “sister-in-law” filled Yin Tao with unprecedented satisfaction, making her feel like she belonged to Yaen Chi’s circle.

She furtively glanced at her colleagues; the first time Yaen Chi brought her here, she was just like them, inexperienced, only able to gape and look around foolishly.

“Hello, I heard from Brother Chi you went traveling.

Haven’t seen you in a while, still getting used to it.”

Huo Linxi laughed heartily twice, “Come on, I brought gifts for you.

Let me show you.”