Chapter 898: Master Bo's Self-Restraint

Nan Jiaojiao chuckled twice, the topic passing through her lips smoothly: “Bo Yanching, I’ve been eating pomegranates for four days, my mouth is about to blister.

Can we change to another fruit tomorrow?”

“Sure, what do you want to eat?”

“Lychee?”

Bo Yanching laughed: “It’s not available until May.

If you really want it, I can get you frozen ones, but with your laziness, wouldn’t you hate touching the ice?”

Nan Jiaojiao had no clue about fruit seasons or market times, she just spoke whatever came to mind first.

Luckily, she didn’t have a strong craving, so she immediately changed it: “Durian then.”

“Alright.”

“Forget it, the smell is too strong and it’s high in calories.

I’m afraid the actresses would conspire to murder me.”

“I’ll just buy it for you, you can eat it secretly.”

“Ha.”

Nan Jiaojiao rolled around on the pillow, buried her face in it, and laughed quietly twice.

After laughing, she coughed delicately and teased, “You have no principles.

You agree to whatever I want.”

“Any issue?”

“No.”

Suddenly, there was a loud “clang” from outside, followed by a “bang” as the door collided.

Somehow, the lock didn’t latch and sprang open, Chu Yao stood at the door full of resentment.

Nan Jiaojiao slowly crossed her legs, “Not going to talk anymore, Chu Yao and I are watching the most exciting part of the drama.

I’m taking your call, and she’s been glaring at me for a long time now.

It’s late, go to sleep early.”

“Wait a minute.”

Bo Yanching stopped her, slowly pursing his lips, the smile spreading at the corner of his mouth, and said softly, “I’ll wait for your return.”

Nan Jiaojiao directly hung up the phone.

In the middle of the night, stirring up a fiery feeling in someone’s heart, where could she go to relieve it?

Bo Yanching listened to the sudden dial tone, paused, then burst into laughter.

The glowing ripples on the pool’s surface reflected on his face, his features were sharp, and his eyes gentle.

He stayed on the balcony for quite a while, only returning to the lounge when the wind picked up.

The overly warm air indoors hit him, and some of the cold on Bo Yanching dissipated.

He brushed a few leaves off his clothes as he walked towards the sofa, stopping a few steps away.

A woman was sitting in his accustomed spot.

She wore a tight short skirt, sitting sideways, her long legs crossed, deliberately leaning at an angle, with the heel partly hidden under the sofa.

Her shoulder facing Bo Yanching’s side slightly drooped, while the collar on the other side was tight against her neck.

The pink and white fluffy knit sweater brought out an exposed, tacky look.

“Master Bo?”

The woman seemed to suddenly notice Bo Yanching, stood up in panic, “Sorry, I didn’t know this is your seat.”

Bo Yanching kept a calm face and stayed silent.

The woman glanced at him, quickly averting her eyes.

She bent to pour wine, covering her chest with one hand, and held the glass with both hands afterward.

“I really didn’t know, please don’t be angry.

This glass is my apology to you.

It’s my first time here, I’m not familiar with the rules.

If you don’t mind, could you…

guide me?”

“Huh.” Bo Yanching let out a short, cold laugh.

Then he raised his voice: “Who brought her in?”

“What’s wrong?”

Loo Jinyang was nearby and heard it first.

He hurried over, almost frightened by Bo Yanching’s daunting expression, then understood everything upon seeing the shy and awkward woman before him.

“Are you a friend of Yin Tao’s wife?”

“Yes, I’m called…”

“Send her away,” Bo Yanching’s voice turned several degrees colder, “Change the sofa, and don’t serve the wine she touched again.”