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Who is Bo Yanqing?

He was actually willing to peel the shrimps with his own hands for Nan Jiaojiao.

The table is round and can be rotated, and the dishes are not placed far away. However, Nan Jiaojiao does not make every dish in her bowl by herself. Bo Yanqing will pick it up for her and then feed it to her mouth.

Holding it in the palm of your hand and loving it like this, whoever looked at it couldn't help but utter a word of envy.

She specifically inquired about Nan Jiaojiao, who had no family background and was still an orphan.

Just wait, with such a humble status, it is impossible to marry into the Bo family. At most, Bo Yanqing is new to her.

Thinking of this, Lu Jinyang's girlfriend felt better. She poured a glass of wine and talked to the little sister next to her.

The main reason for the dinner tonight is to relax with Bo Shuxian.

No one mentioned the divorce, nor did they take special care of Bo Shuxian, which was rather deliberate. They were already acquainted with each other, and Bo Shuxian was not stingy. He knew how to play the entertainment projects he was interested in, and even played cards with Yan Chi and the others.

Nan Jiaojiao pulled Ye Wanting to sit on the sofa. There were many new desserts on the coffee table, which were served in small bowls. The portions were not large and could be finished in two or three bites.

"Are you okay, Jiaojiao?"

"Get up."

The two of them raised their heads at the same time, glanced at Nan Jiaojiao in panic, then quickly lowered their heads, and responded lonely: "Yes."

Nan Jiaojiao didn't answer but asked: "How long have those two been here?"

Nan Jiaojiao looked at the handsome young man in front of her and asked for the first time: "New here?"

His black eyes narrowed, as if he was thoughtful, "When you work in Minglun, please be tighter. You don't need to come to this private room from now on."

On the way, two male waiters came in to pour drinks for everyone.

The waiter immediately knelt down and wanted to clean Nan Jiaojiao's shoes.

She stepped back and said, "No need."

When the box door was closed, I took a special look in. From this angle, I could only see Nan Jiaojiao's sideways body. She happened to tilt her head to talk to the people next to her, and only took a quick glance at the back of her head.

"It didn't take long. Not long after I returned to Minglun, the twins were very popular here. They were originally in charge of the 7th floor, but they were transferred to the 9th floor in just half a month. There is currently no foreman.

Give them private rooms, mainly to help colleagues serve in each private room."

Ye Wanting checked Nan Jiaojiao's legs. She didn't even react just now. "It's so dangerous. Fortunately, the cup is empty. But why did you ask so suddenly? You never talk to a decent waiter."

They did not leave immediately, but poured the red wine before going out.

Minglun Club is the largest gold sales den in Rongcheng, and the floors are divided into levels.

When he arrived in front of Nan Jiaojiao, his hand slipped and the wine glass fell.

Nan Jiaojiao raised her chin, her calm gaze lightly passed over the younger brother's face, and then glanced at the person following him.

"Yes, I'm sorry for not taking good care of me."

"I'm sorry, I'll wipe it for you."

With keen eyesight, she subconsciously raised her foot and kicked the empty wine glass with her toes. When it fell, it hit her calf. She threw it up again, then dropped it and hit her knee, then her thigh. She repeated it three times until it was easier to catch it in her hand.

The people on the 7th floor have some assets but not high social status. Most of them are nouveau riche.

The people on the 9th floor are all the top people in Rongcheng. Those who can own a fixed box and have tens of thousands of assets.

It only took half a month to escape from those greasy uncles or rich women on the 7th floor.

It's not a small skill.
Chapter completed!