Nan Jiaojiao tugged on his collar, pulled him over, and gave him a kiss, "President Bo, is the crew's boxed lunch good?"
He pressed his lips together, a hint of interest in his expression, "Delicious, should I come next time to mooch?"
"Eating or watching me?"
"Watching you." Bo Yanching blurted out.
Nan Jiaojiao's smile deepened, "You're too much, President Bo, I can't keep pretending we're not close, I feel bad for you."
"Then do me a favor, make my identity public sooner."
"Alright."
Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, "What are you plotting now?"
"Nothing, anyway, we're getting married soon, everyone will know eventually, sooner or later doesn't make a difference. Making it public would be nice, I could also enjoy the feeling of having privileges."
Just as Bo Yanching started to feel touched, he realized she was joking by the end of her sentence.
