My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 361: The Bad Water in the Belly Could Be Sold by the Pound

Chapter 361: Chapter 361: The Bad Water in the Belly Could Be Sold by the Pound

"Are you home? The brothers are coming to congratulate you." Bo Yan stepped out of the room and picked up the phone, only to hear Bo San’s casual voice. Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, "Where are you guys now?"

Bo San, "On our way to your place, but we plan to buy some groceries later, don’t be shy to tell us what you need."

Bo Yan, "San Ge, do you realize that disturbing someone’s early morning dreams, especially a married person’s, is quite immoral?"

"Did I interrupt something important?" Bo San asked shamelessly.

Laughter came from the other end, and Bo Yan was speechless, "You really should... Your head is filled with nonsense, is that appropriate?"

Bo San didn’t feel any hindrance or burden from his identity and didn’t care. "We work behind the scenes, who would pay attention?

Do you think I’m like you, always showing your face on the screen?"

Bo Yan, "...You start letting loose when you’re not at work, huh? Listen to yourself, do you sound like an elder brother?"

"Wait a second, Xiaoqi, let me interrupt, from start to finish, you’ve never really seen me as your brother, right? When you need something, it’s ’San Ge,’ otherwise, not even a little call. I see right through you."

I don’t know which brothers were with Bo San, but they were all joyfully laughing.

Bo San didn’t wait for Bo Yan’s reply and continued, "Xiaoqi, don’t be upset, we care about you. Just say what do you need? We plan to have dinner at your place before leaving."

"Who all are coming?"

"Xiaowa is always abroad, and then your five brothers will all be there."

Bo Yan, "...Is it too late to say you’re not welcome now?"

Bo San, "Most likely... it’s too late. How about hot pot? I and your sixth brother will buy the ingredients now."

"Fine, then you guys handle it. Just the two of you coming first?"

Bo San, "Yes, so by the time we get there, Xiaoqi, I hope you are presentable."

Bo Yan, "..."

After hanging up with Bo San, Bo Yan went back to the room to wake Yuran up. No matter how he coaxed her, the little girl couldn’t open her eyes and just grumpily complained about him being too naggy.

Wouldn’t even let her sleep in.

After coaxing for almost half an hour, Yuran still showed no signs of waking up. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the little girl’s gently curved side face with a half-smile, "Baby, several brothers are coming over in a while. I don’t mind if you keep sleeping."

"What?"

Yuran suddenly sat up, looking startled and confused at Bo Yan.

"Qi Ge, who did you say is coming?"

Bo Yan brushed her messy hair to one side and looked at her dazed expression, leaned in and nibbled on her lips, "Three and six are coming first, the rest might come around one in the afternoon. Time to get up, okay?"

Yuran had a mournful face, "My back and legs are sore."

"Pfft..."

Seeing her pitiful and aggrieved look, Bo Yan laughed heartlessly. Yuran clenched her fist and thumped him, "You’re still laughing, you dare to laugh, it’s all your fault.

When the brothers come, won’t they notice something off about me?"

So embarrassing, it could be tossed into the Pacific Ocean, and he still dared to laugh.

Bo Yan trapped her in his arms and chuckled softly, "Then you sit and chat with them, and I’ll prepare the dinner, okay?"

Yuran looked at him seriously and asked, "Won’t they think I’m very... lazy?"

Bo Yan teased her, "You don’t eat their rice, what right do they have to call you lazy?"

"That’s true, but I always feel something is off. Is it my problem?"

Now her mind was a mess, and she wasn’t thinking much. She could only let Bo Yan do as he pleased, tidying her up completely, carrying her to the living room, and even turning on the TV for her.

Yuran: "..."

She felt like a useless person.

Looking at the snacks placed on the low table, she said, "Mr. Bo, could you peel some lychees for me?"

Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, sat down next to her, and the lychees in his hand were quickly peeled like magic. The tender white flesh was then fed into her mouth.

His other hand held a napkin at her lips, waiting for her to spit out the seeds.

Yuran: "..."

...

Bo San and Bo Liu arrived at their house an hour and a half later. Yuran didn’t have a strong impression of Bo Yan’s brothers; they didn’t like the original host much either.

This was officially their first formal meeting and meal. As Bo Yan introduced Yuran to them, they assessed her up and down. The girl in front of them seemed to have grown up overnight, unlike the fierce girl they remembered.

Her eyes were soft and gentle, filled with affection for her relatives.

The two sat down across from her. Bo San placed the fruit he brought on the low table, "Xiaoqi told me you like this, so I bought some for you."

Cherries, with a beautiful color. Yuran was pleasantly surprised and looked at Bo San with a giggly smile, "Thank you, Brother San."

Bo San raised his eyebrow, a smile also appearing at the corner of his lips. He gave Bo Liu a look, then got up and went to the kitchen to stand next to Bo Yan.

Bo Yan was putting the food they brought into a built-in refrigerator. It covered almost an entire wall, a custom-built unit with ample space.

The ingredients they bought, even if all of them were put inside, wouldn’t feel crowded.

After arranging everything, Bo Yan stood up, looked at Bo San puzzled, "Are you so envious of my diligence that you are prostrating in admiration? Want to learn a trick or two?"

Bo San rolled his eyes, "Could you not praise yourself so much? I’ve been working continuously for five months without any breaks. The one time I get a break, I come to your house not to be nagged at by you. Don’t you have any sense?"

Bo Yan completely ignored his nonsense. "Brother San, who doesn’t know what each other is like? You can’t hide your malice."

Bo San: "... Look, can’t I be a bit purer in your eyes?"

"Don’t you know deep down?"

Bo San: "... Xiaoqi, Little Ranran seems quite different from before."

Mentioning Yuran, Bo San tightly locked on to Bo Yan’s expression. Seeing his face full of disgust instantly soften, Bo San was incredibly astounded; it was like an instant face change.

He heard Bo Yan say as if it was obvious, "What are eyes for? I think it’s already very clear."

"No, why are you showing off? I wasn’t complimenting you." Bo San was baffled, "You really are shameless."

Bo Yan didn’t think he did anything wrong at all. He looked at his older brother with a smiling, raised eyebrow, "Brother San, could I ever be as shameless as you? Now tell me honestly, what was your real purpose in encouraging the other brothers to come here?

From childhood, you’ve had enough schemes to sell by the kilogram. Don’t think I can’t guess what you’re thinking."

If it weren’t for Bo San’s experience in official circles, Bo Yan’s sharp words would have made him hot under the collar. What did he mean by ’enough schemes to sell by the kilogram’?

Could he really be that bad?

Bo San, "I didn’t, I’m not, you’re overthinking it."

Bo Yan: "..."

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