Daddy Always Gets Jealous

Thinking of this, the last bit of her temper completely vanished.

She said in a low voice, "In a bit, use your own phone to call, don’t use Fang Zheng’s. What would he think if he saw it?"

Jin Bo: "Relax, I’ll delete the call log before I give it back to him."

Yan Xiaoxi: "..."

So even old men care about their pride.

Jin Bo: "No lying to me. First take me off your blacklist, I’ll hang up, then call again."

Yan Xiaoxi said softly, "Judging a gentleman’s heart with a petty mind."

Jin Bo didn’t say anything. Holding the phone, he freed up his other hand, picked up his own phone, and quickly saw a new WeChat friend request. It was her, so he happily accepted it.

Then one hand felt around for his wallet. Thinking of the guide he’d read online yesterday, he pulled a bank card from the wallet, scanned it with his phone in one hand, bound it, and started sending red packets.

The first red packet had 52 in it: "Xiaoxi, good night."

The second: "Xiaoxi, good morning."

The third, he thought for a long time: "This old man will spoil you for a lifetime."

The fourth: "If you get mad in the future you can hit and curse me, but you’re not allowed to blacklist me."

The fifth: "You’re not allowed to call me a public-relations girl."

The sixth: "If you’re willing to dress yourself up like a PR girl, I accept."

When Yan Xiaoxi opened the sixth red packet, she wanted to rant like crazy about this old man!

In your dreams—wouldn’t that be role-playing a uniform kink?

Perverted old freak!

Seeing she’d claimed them all, Jin Bo was in a great mood. "Taking them means you agree."

Yan Xiaoxi: "Get lost."

Jin Bo sent the seventh red packet: "No swearing."

Yan Xiaoxi: "ri."

Jin Bo: "..."

He sent the eighth red packet: "That line is more suitable coming from me."

Yan Xiaoxi: "..."

Everyone was used to swearing up a storm in the group chat. Why did she suddenly type that word—regret it so much now!

Isn’t this just giving the old man a chance to take advantage?

Jin Bo sent the ninth red packet: "Can you unshackle my phone number too?"

Yan Xiaoxi: "You can wait slowly."

Jin Bo sent the tenth red packet: "Please video call. Haven’t seen you for days, I miss you so much it hurts right here."

Yan Xiaoxi: "..."

Fine, the old man was so good at coaxing people—since he sent it, she’d reluctantly accept.

Soon, Jin Bo initiated a video call.

Yan Xiaoxi answered.

Seeing Yan Xiaoxi’s delicate, charming face, Jin Bo said, "Still lazing in bed?"

Yan Xiaoxi: "It’s Sunday."

Jin Bo: "I want to lie in your bed too."

Yan Xiaoxi: "..."

There’s got to be another meaning in that, right? Isn’t that a bit dirty? You old perv!

Jin Bo: "When I head back, I’ll fly straight to Winter City."

Yan Xiaoxi: "Do what you want."

Listening to her voice, Jin Bo felt she still sounded half-asleep, yet it was so nice he couldn’t get enough.

Fortunately he could hear her voice; otherwise, life would be a lot less interesting.

Yan Xiaoxi: "Why aren’t you talking?"

Jin Bo: "Thinking about something."

Looking at his serious expression, his handsome features, stern brows, and thin lips, Yan Xiaoxi asked, "Thinking about what?"

Jin Bo hesitated for a moment, then drew in a soft breath. "Thinking about something sacred."

Yan Xiaoxi was intrigued. "What is it?"

Jin Bo: "You want to know?"

Yan Xiaoxi: "Forget it if you’re not saying."

Afraid she’d find another excuse to get mad, Jin Bo softened his voice. "I haven’t really listened to a person’s voice and breathing in days. Hearing yours feels so good, I’m just savoring it."

Yan Xiaoxi laughed. This old man had such a sweet mouth, knew exactly what to say, and knew every trick to win a woman over.

Hearing a knock at the door, Jin Bo knew Fang Zheng was back. "Breakfast is here. You get up early too and go have some breakfast."

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