Chapter 1751: Ascension
Nan Jiaojiao shouldn’t laugh, but when her uncle was retelling this scene with her, he was very serious and said scumbag remarks with his upright face. He couldn’t help but laugh. Want to laugh.
The corners of Bo Yanqing's lips curled up slightly, "It seems that grandpa has not been able to let go for decades. He clearly remembers what Mr. Jiang said."
"My grandpa can hold a grudge, but right? My master, he has no tricks at all."
Bo Yanqing took the chopsticks away from her hand and wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, "I really didn't look for him anymore?"
"I haven't even looked for it. My master only wants to make money. He has never raised a male dog, let alone a puppy. Grandpa must have had a shadow. When he was young, the elders in the clan urged him, but he just refused. Anyway, the Nan family already has an heir, so why bother?"
Bo Yanqing looked at her with more and more interest.
No wonder, she is rebellious for a reason.
Thanks to Mr. Jiang’s interest in money rather than men, otherwise Nan Jiaojiao would not have been easily coaxed into her hand.
“However, there are still contacts during the New Year and holidays, and they give each other New Year’s gifts. If my uncle can come back, they can get together once, but when they meet, they don’t have a good attitude towards each other, and they can’t talk about it. We parted ways after a few words, and we ended up seeing each other separately. I felt sorry for my little uncle, who had to run both ways even though he finally managed to squeeze in a vacation.”
Bo Yanqing asked calmly: "Then where is your uncle now?"
"I don't know."
Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the horizon, "Probably in the southwest. ”
Bo Yan paused.
Southwest?
Nan Jiaojiao was about to put away the bowl, but Bo Yanqing stopped her, "Just leave it and I'll do it."
"I can wash it!"
"You can wash it next time."
< br>"It's like this every time...Bo Yanqing!"
Nan Jiaojiao ran after her, but Bo Yanqing had long legs, so she couldn't keep up while she was trotting. She tried to be more virtuous, but he didn't give her a chance. . After walking around him for a long time, he didn't even touch the water, let alone the bowl.
Bo Yanqing found a small bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator and coaxed her back to the room. Nan Jiaojiao was afraid that he would be cold, so she gave him a thick quilt and got up in the middle of the night to take a look. Whether he was covered or not, he was pulled into the quilt by Bo Yanqing, and the two of them huddled on the soft couch all night.
Monday.
Nan Jiaojiao felt that the atmosphere was not right as soon as she arrived at the company.
Especially in Lin Yi’s group, there are always people looking this way.
In the morning, she went to the tea room to pour water and heard someone gossiping outside. The voice was low, but it was enough to reach the door: "You know, the celebration banquet for the death of the empress was nothing to do with Su Miaotong. It was the company that gave her face and let her do it." She went as a representative, and someone saw her getting into a BMW that night."
"No wonder, I said her relationship with Mr. Hao is not simple. Does Mrs. Hao know about it? Find her. After making so many jewelry, she must have borrowed them to get close to Mr. Hao.”
“It’s not just once or twice. Has she forgotten how Su Miaotong got to the position?”
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While the two were talking, they saw Nan Jiaojiao coming in. They looked at each other and made a tacit agreement to stop gossiping.
But a pair of eyes, like searchlights, always hovering over Nan Jiaojiao.
Seeing that she was about to leave after getting the hot water without asking a word, I couldn't help but call her: "Nan Jiaojiao, if you follow Master Su, did she also teach you some shortcuts?"
Nan Jiaojiao turned around and threw a glass of water, and most of it spilled onto them.
“What are you doing!”
Nan Jiaojiao twitched the corner of her mouth, without a smile in her eyes, “I’m sorry, my hands are slippery, I’ll help you wash your mouth by the way, forget about spreading rumors behind your back. , I still don’t know how to hide it, why don’t I shout on the street”
(End of this chapter)