It’s been too long.
Nan Jue didn't refute a word, and listened to the two elders bickering. From time to time, he would be scolded for being passive, but he would admit it and coax him patiently.
Occasionally, he noticed a touch of light falling on his body.
Nan Jue tilted his head slightly and looked at each other. Yan Chi did not avoid him. He was at another table of relatives and friends, and he generously offered Nan Jue a glass of wine.
Nan Jue picked up the cup in front of her, gestured from a distance, and took a few sips.
After waiting for a long time, the new talent came out to toast.
The guests had almost eaten, and it was just a formality. No one dared to make trouble with Bo Yanqing, and no one dared to question whether the wine glass was wine or water. He protected Nan Jiaojiao and did not let her touch any wine. It was her turn. He didn't need to protect the tables of relatives and friends. If Nan Jiaojiao accidentally smelled the alcohol, Bo Yanqing would be held accountable.
At noon, some of the favored guests at the banquet left in the evening, leaving behind only acquaintances. The older generation left after dinner. Old Nan, Old Mrs. Bo, and Jiang Yu, three old people He was automatically claimed by Mo Tingshen and others and sent home safely.
Jiang Yu refused to let Nan Lao live in Wuyuan, and he didn't actually mention it, but he couldn't stand it when Jiang Yu looked at him. How could he be despised for his whole life? Even when he was old, he would become a coward even when meeting him. However, he was... I really didn't dare to provoke Jiang Yu, so I became angry for a moment. I didn't dare to say a word, and I got into the car to the Bo family's old house in frustration.
The Nan family also has real estate in Rongcheng, but they have never lived there. Mr. Nan is a student. If nothing unexpected happens, he will go back to Qingcheng tomorrow after drinking tea with Nan Jiaojiao and Bo Yan Qingjing.
Old Mrs. Bo was afraid that he would feel restrained, so she tidied up a yard in advance so that Mr. Nan could get close to him.
After the greetings were separated, Mr. Nan lowered his voice and asked: "Where is Nan Jue?"
"The young master didn't come back with us. He stayed until after the dinner and disappeared."
Mr. Nan clutched his crutches, pursed his lips, and walked slowly step by step, "Is there any movement over at the Li family?"
He asked Chief of Staff Li. As long as there is movement over there and there is movement in Yan Chi, Nan Jue may come back.
The subordinate shook his head hesitantly, "The young master didn't reveal a word and didn't dare to ask."
Nan Lao lowered his eyebrows and took each step to count the square stones on the ground. Suddenly, his crutch fell down and got stuck in the gap. He twitched for a while but did not move. Instead, his hand tightened and the shaking became more severe. , the subordinate quickly held his arm, but was waved down by Nan Lao, who took a breath.
"Forget it, he has his own considerations. My life is hanging on the line. I can wait if I can, but if I can't wait... when I die, he has to come and hold the memorial tablet for me."
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Nan Jiaojiao was much more casual in the evening, wearing a looser skirt, especially around her waist. She didn't need to go socializing, she could just sit down and eat and drink.
Lu Zhenzhen and Chu Yao were guarding her on the left and right, rushing to pick up food for her. After talking for a while, each of them became red-eyed.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't swallow a mouthful of braised pork. She was so panicked that she shrank back and hid, "What are you doing? I always feel like you guys want to beat me up."
"What am I doing?" Lu Zhenzhen wiped a tear, "Whoever married her daughter without crying."
Chu Yao took Nan Jiaojiao's arm and dragged her back from the backrest like a dog, "Look at this kid, you are so confused that you started talking nonsense."
Nan Jiaojiao: "..."
I always feel like something is wrong.
It seemed like she was being taken advantage of, but she couldn't tell. She was used to being enslaved over the years, and she had no backbone at all. Her eyes were wandering, and she didn't dare to fart. (End of chapter)