Nan Jiaojiao looked at his back, feeling like a string was stretched in her heart, getting tighter and tighter.

Don’t you recognize people when you put on clothes?

With that indifferent look, if she hadn't been in his arms last night, she would have almost thought it was the first time they met.

Pei Dongshi looked at her thoughtfully and asked, "Do you know her?"

"I don't know."

Nan Jiaojiao put her hands into her pockets, her eyebrows slightly raised, her brows furrowed, and there was a hint of impatience on her cold little face.

Pei Dongshi caught up with her in a few steps and said meaningfully: "Very few people can affect your emotions. This Bo Yanqing..."

Nan Jiaojiao stopped and happened to be standing under the eaves. She raised her head and looked at the lion carved on the eaves. She narrowed her black eyes and said, "Brother, is the threshold of the Bo family too high?"

Pei Dongshi couldn't tell what she was referring to.

Before even entering the door, the little girl's temper was aroused. Bo Yanqing's words just now really annoyed her.

"I'm just here to treat my illness, don't think too much about it."

Pei Dongzhi rubbed her head, but Nan Jiaojiao dodged this time and quickly walked up the steps.

"Are Qingshan awake?"

Standing in front of Bo Yanqing was a man in his forties or fifties. He was dressed as a housekeeper and pointed to the hidden room. His tone was full of worry: "The cold poison broke out last night. Fortunately, Dr. Xu came in time and controlled it.

In the morning, I had a high fever again. My body was hot and cold, and I changed the bedding twice. Now it seems normal, but I kept talking nonsense."

Bo Yanqing asked: "Did you hear clearly what he said?"

"It seems like a fairy, what a fairy."

As he said this, the housekeeper saw two unfamiliar faces going upstairs. The man was gentle and elegant, and the girl had an impatient look on her face. He instinctively wanted to entertain him, but the girl asked: "Where is the patient?"

The housekeeper looked at Bo Yanqing subconsciously.

Bo Yanqing glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, his eyes still indifferent, and then winked at the housekeeper.

Only with his permission did the housekeeper dare to give way, "The young master is inside."

The door opened, and Nan Jiaojiao stood at the door. The backlight came from behind her, blurring the outline of her facial features, and her whole person seemed to be walking through the light and shadow.

Bo Qingshan was covered in the quilt, with only half of his face exposed. His eyes suddenly widened with excitement, and he pulled the lower half of his face out of the quilt with excitement.

Shout loudly: "Fairy aunt!"

Nan Jiaojiao's brows were furrowed.

With a bang, he slammed the door and left.

Such a bad temper!

Pei Dongshi quickly stopped him, "What's wrong?"

Nan Jiaojiao's face was not depressed, and she gritted her teeth bitterly: "He called me aunt."

"That's really his fault," Pei Dongshi knew her taboo, so he coaxed her with nice words: "I'll go in and talk to him and correct this bad title. Please wait for a while, and don't leave. Listen.

Is it done?”

Nan Jiaojiao said nothing.

He sighed, "My little ancestor?"

"Um."

Hearing her reply, Pei Dongshi let go of her and walked away. Suddenly he felt a cold gaze. When he turned around to look, he saw nothing unusual.

A minute later, Pei Dongshi came out again and coaxed Nan Jiaojiao in.

Bo Qingshan sat cross-legged on the bed, dressed neatly in velvet trousers and a jacket. His face was red, there was a circle of green under his eyes, and there was a tired look on his young face.

But a pair of eyes looked at Nan Jiaojiao with sparkle.

She called out in a sweet voice: "Beautiful sister."

Nan Jiaojiao paused on her toes, turned her head and looked at Pei Dongshi, her eyebrows slightly spreading.

She pulled up the chair in front of the bed and sat down, asking, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Chapter completed!