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Chapter 962 - Reversal
Chapter 962: Reversal
Hearing Bo Xiao’s words, An Rao jumped happily in Bo Xiao’s arms. She looked up at Bo Xiao, her face filled with attachment. “Are you injured? Are you hungry?”
Bo Xiao hesitated for a moment and smiled at An Rao. “I’m fine. After I got lost in the mountains, I found a place to stay. Later on, my comrades found me.”
“That’s good.” An Rao touched her stomach. “Are you happy to have a baby?”
Bo Xiao lowered his head and looked at An Rao’s stomach. His eyes were a little frozen. “Mm, I’m happy. I’ll make something for you.”
With that, Bo Xiao took his hand off An Rao’s waist and left the room.
An Rao wanted to say something to Bo Xiao, but before she could react, Bo Xiao left. An Rao was stunned for a moment, but she still did not say anything. She chased after Bo Xiao and held his hand. “I’ll cook with you.”
In the past, Bo Xiao would usually cook while An Rao chattered with him.
Unexpectedly, just as An Rao grabbed Bo Xiao’s hand, Bo Xiao pulled it out and smiled at her. “There’s a lot of oil and smoke in the kitchen. Go to the living room and wait first.”
“Alright.” An Rao missed Bo Xiao too much and wanted to spend more time with him. “Since you’re back, let’s go to Yuan Yuan’s house for dinner in a few days. Everyone is worried about you.”Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m
In the kitchen, Bo Xiao frowned. “In a few days then. I have something to do in the military in the next few days.”
“Oh, okay.” An Rao did not think too much about it. She picked up the remote control and turned on the television.
After she got pregnant, An Rao became very sleepy. Not long after, An Rao fell asleep on the sofa.
When Bo Xiao came out to get something, he glanced at An Rao, who was on the sofa.
An Rao was curled up in a blanket with her shoulders exposed.
Bo Xiao looked at her quietly for a while, then went forward to pull the blanket up and carefully tuck her in.
]Bo Xiao, I miss you so much,” An Rao muttered softly with an uneasy frown.
Bo Xiao’s hand that was pulling the blanket paused. After a while, he stood up and left.
When he returned to the kitchen, the sound of chopping vegetables was clearly much softer.
In the manor, Xia Wanyuan had also received An Rao’s message. She looked at Jun Shiling. “Bo Xiao is back?”
However, the people in the house were not in the mood to admire the cold plum fragrance.
“Father, didn’t we agree to let Grandma help me arrange the marriage?” Wei Jin sat upright on the sofa and asked Wei Zhong, who was sitting in front of her, in confusion.
Wei Zhong frowned and glanced at Wei Jin. “Grandma? Do you really think that just because I asked you to call Old Madam Wei ‘Grandma’, you’re really her granddaughter? Let me tell you, you’re from the second branch. Your biological grandma is buried in the ground.”
“Father, you’ve misunderstood. That’s not what I meant.”
“Hmph.” Wei Zhong had been angered by Jiang Yuan and was very unhappy. “Tonight, at Jiayu Hotel, go and see the young master of the Jiang family. If you can’t take down the young master of the Jiang family this time, quit your job at Qing University immediately and get back to Nanjiang City.”
Wei Jin nodded obediently. The hand in her sleeve tightened slightly. “Yes, Father.”
“Don’t think that just because I asked you to study a little, you don’t know your place after I sent you to Beijing.” Wei Zhong’s sharp gaze was like a sharp knife stabbing Wei Jin. “That Xia Wanyuan, don’t interact with her too much.”
“Yes, Father,” Wei Jin lowered her eyes and replied softly.
“Hmph.” Wei Zhong flicked his sleeves and walked to the door. Wei Jin chased after him.
“Father, is Mother’s health okay?”
Wei Zhong continued walking forward in disdain. “As long as you can marry the young master of the Jiang family, I can send your mother to Beijing after you get married.”
The snow in the courtyard was trampled into a mess, and Wei Zhong’s figure disappeared at the door.
Behind her, the indifferent Wei Jin’s eyes turned red as she grabbed the handkerchief in her hand.
However, she was only dazed for a moment. It was time for class. Wei Jin composed herself and walked towards the classroom.
As usual, there was a cup of hot coffee sent by Mu Feng on the podium. It was vanilla-flavored.
The education she had received since she was young was not to drink anything other than water and tea.
In more than twenty years, she had never crossed the line.
The last time she had a meal with Mu Feng, she tried a small mouthful and felt that it tasted good.
She had clearly trained for more than twenty years to control her face. She asked herself how Mu Feng could tell that she liked this.
From then on, every time there was a class, Mu Feng would bring coffee over.
Wei Jin looked up. In the last row of the classroom sat Mu Feng, who had silver hair and was arrogant. Sensing her gaze, Mu Feng looked up and smiled charmingly.