Chapter 139: Throwing herself into Master Bo’s arms
I didn’t stop until I reached a deserted pavilion.
Ye Juan leaned against a pillar, holding a cigarette in his hand, and turned around to ask her, "Are you used to the smell?"
Nan Jiaojiao nodded, indicating that she didn't mind.
Ye Juan was so angry that he had to use the lighter several times before lighting it. The hand holding the cigarette was so tense and trembling that even the smoke ring he spit out was curved.
"How long did you know about it?"
"A month ago."
"Knowing...are you still willing to marry Shen Shichu?"
Ye Juan wanted to ask directly. Yes, but those words were really dirty and he couldn't say them out.
Besides, in his impression, this sister has the quietest temperament and is well-behaved. Although she occasionally feels that her eyes are too cold and cold, she has never done anything out of the ordinary, although she is not very flattering. He liked it, but he paid more attention to Nan Jiaojiao.
I want to make up for the family affection I lost when I was a child.
"I won't marry him."
"So sure?"
Ye Juan walked over, glanced at the cigarette in his hand, and stood one meter away After sitting down, "The Shen family even sent out wedding invitations."
"My name was not written on the invitations."
Ye Juan thought about it and realized that it was indeed written about the young master of the Shen family and the daughter of the Ye family.
“This bastard has even thought of a way out!”
Nan Jiaojiao shrugged and smiled, “So, it won’t matter if I don’t show up on the wedding day.”
The only thing Ye Juan could think of was that the civet cat would be replaced by the prince, but in a flash he thought, if the second wife was really brave enough to change someone, her grandparents would be the first to disagree, as they care about face the most.
"Do you need me to step forward?" Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him, "No, don't do anything."
Ye Jun hesitated to speak, so he had to take a long puff of cigarette. When the cigarette burned out, he stood up and said, "Let's go out to eat with me. After eating, I will take you back. Where do you live now?"
There was a ripple in Nan Jiaojiao's eyes, and she suppressed the shock, "They have left some food for you."
"It's just a few things. I'm tired of eating and want to eat. Order something spicy for a change.”
He walked in front, and Nan Jiaojiao followed.
We were eating in a hot pot restaurant. As soon as he sat down, Ye Juan took off his suit and vest. He was only wearing a shirt, which was not so formal. Eating in this environment made him look less out of place.
He didn't eat much, but he held serving chopsticks in his hand a lot and added vegetables to Nan Jiaojiao's bowl several times.
After eating, I asked her where she lived. Nan Jiaojiao was in trouble. She was a poor student. If she said she lived in a famous apartment, she would not be questioned again, so she casually mentioned a nearby address.
There were only two roads separated from Feng Sheng, so she walked back slowly.
The night breeze was very cold. Nan Jiaojiao put her hands into her coat and suddenly stopped walking.
Bo Yanqing stood under the streetlight. He was wearing the clothes he wore when he went out with her at noon. The suit was taken off, leaving only a black shirt. The tie was undone, and one button of the shirt was unbuttoned. When he smoked and blew out the smoke, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, lazily. There is a somewhat sultry mood in the laziness.
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes were hot, and so was her brain. She ran over without thinking.
When Bo Yanqing heard the footsteps, he subconsciously opened his arms and hugged her.
The force of Nan Jiaojiao's collision was too great. He took a few steps back abruptly and held his hand on the lamppost to steady himself.
The man raised his eyebrows, put out his cigarette, used two hands to hug her, pushed her hair that was scattered on her cheeks to the back of her neck, and gently hooked her cold ears with his fingertips.
He lowered his head sideways, his thin lips pressed against her hair when he spoke, "What's wrong?"
(End of this chapter)