The joke had indeed offended her.
Just now in the car, that look in his eyes, it was really like that of a wolf.
Bo Yanching held her tight, kissed her ear lightly, and whispered, "No matter who you are, you are my darling, don't even think about running away."
On the road, Han Chuan called to say that the Old Lady had fainted.
When Kang Xiangyue's car was heading towards Nan Jiaojiao, the Old Lady had already passed out from fright.
"Bring Grandma back, make sure Auntie Wu keeps her mouth shut, and, have Xu Shu come over."
Han Chuan: "Yes."
When Nan Jiaojiao woke up, she smelled a familiar scent.
A faint smell of mint, mixed with a hint of the smell of smoke.
As soon as she opened her eyes, Bo Yanching was sitting by the bed, leaning over slightly, touching her forehead.
Their eyes met, and Nan Jiaojiao watched him silently, without saying a word, her eyes, tinted with a cool hue, tranquil.
