Nan Jiaojiao pouted, pretending to be troubled, "I hope not, you were just so jealous a moment ago."
Bo Yanching's face instantly shifted, laughing in anger, and he pinched her cheek, "Oh, you noticed, huh? Just teasing me?"
She was too lazy to dodge, since it didn't hurt anyway, cooperating by bobbing her head with his hand, "Even jealous of Han Chuan, you're so petty. Poor Han Chuan, having a boss like you, tsk tsk."
"Can't help it, you didn't stop me. I'm naturally petty, and it's not going to change. Better get used to it, Young Madam."
The last three words carried a bit of sarcasm, but coming from him, it wasn't too obvious.
Nan Jiaojiao curled up onto his lap, "Young Madam understands, I'll be more restrained in the future."
Bo Yanching was amused by her, his hand moving to pinch her nape, gently rubbing it, "Let's go, I'll take you out to eat."
"Okay."
