Chapter 1912 I can do it alone
Song Yuanyuan could hardly suppress the jealousy in her eyes. She closed her eyes in time and pretended to have a headache. When she opened her eyes again, she looked as gentle and gentle as usual.
“No, Jiaojiao, you misunderstood. I just feel that I don’t know many people in Rongcheng, and my third brother and I have been friends since childhood. I can’t trouble you, but with my childhood friendship It’s better for me to talk to Third Brother because of my feelings, don’t get me wrong.”
Nan Jiaojiao sneered in her heart.
Throughout three months of filming, apart from going to Bo's house twice, Song Yuan had not met Bo Yanqing in private. She thought they were just friends, but in fact they were holding back a lot.
Her leg was injured because of Nan Jiaojiao. Even if the nanny car bumped into her and blocked her, Song Yuan still wanted to ask Bo Yanqing for her kindness to Nan Jiaojiao. The reason was legitimate. If Nan Jiaojiao Obstructing her from it would make her appear to be petty.
Nan Jiaojiao has always had a headache with Bo Yanqing's attractive physique. She didn't care about it at first, but a certain man became jealous regardless of the reason. He drank all the jealousy in one mouthful and another woman was eyeing him. If he, if she didn't stop him first, would be entangled by a man later, and she wouldn't be able to resist him.
"You can trouble me. We are both girls. It is easier to take care of you than a man, and I don't mind it."
Song Yuan frowned and looked towards the door. , without the figure of a man, the words were not so polite, "No need."
"I understand the friendship between you and Mr. Bo when we were children, but we have been separated for several years, right? How can we still be together as adults? When a child comes to get along with you, he can only help you get medicine, but he can't take care of you personally. If he really wipes your body, would you be embarrassed to close the curtain? "
Song Yuan was angered by the irony, and stared at Nan Jiaojiao, "Why not?"
Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows, "No, he is my man, and I am willing to do it today." Letting him help you run up and down is already considered generous. If you try to pester him later, it will be more effective for me to be jealous than for you to cry. Do you believe it?" Song Yuan's eyes swayed and she pursed her lips hard, "You want it? Are you at odds with me?”
“That’s not the case,” Nan Jiaojiao smiled lightly, “You’re not lying here because you saved me. Well, I have to take responsibility. Didn't I say that I would take care of you? If you have anything to do, just tell me and don't bother him."
Song Yuan was so angry that she refused to agree. Could it be that this bitch cut off her connection with Bo Yanqing?
Then if she injured a leg, wouldn't it be in vain?
Nan Jiaojiao didn't care whether she agreed or not. After she made her intention clear, she walked back to the sofa, muted the game, and continued to play.
Song Yuan was furious, biting the words in a low voice, and said bitterly: "One day, Brother Bo will see your true face clearly!"
Nan Jiaojiao hummed in a dignified manner. He made a sound, but it was just a hum. It didn't matter at all, and it almost gave Song Yuan a phantom limb pain.
When Bo Yanqing came in, he didn't look at the hospital bed. Instead, Song Yuan was crying, looking like he had just been hung up in one breath, with tears in his eyes pitifully, "Third brother, what else? You’d better take Jiaojiao away.”
Bo Yanqing just walked up to Nan Jiaojiao. Hearing this, he gave a look and said, "What?"
Song Yuan bit her lip, looked at Nan Jiaojiao obscurely, and quickly moved away. His eyes seemed to swallow some obscure and unbearable grievance, "It's very late. You don't have to stay with me in the hospital. Jiaojiao is also tired. I can do it alone..."
(End of this chapter)