Chapter 492 The Crown Prince's Little Darling 57
When Ning's mother saw Bo Yan, she came to her senses, suppressed her annoyance, and urged everyone to sit down and eat something together.
That night, Ning's mother played mahjong until 2 a.m., and when she returned to her room, Ning's father was already asleep.
She thought about what happened during the day and became more and more puzzled.
He couldn't help but wake Ning's father.
Ning's father looked up. "What's wrong?"
"No, I can't fall for her tricks again!"
Ning's father sighed. His wife was a cold and aloof school beauty back then. She could be very intimidating when she put on a stern face, and many men were too intimidated by her aura to pursue her.
In reality, once you get to know her, you'll find that she's someone who's easily influenced.
"That means they're likable."
"Besides, don't you think Ayan has a bit too much of a human touch about him?"
“When they come to our house, it’s like a routine. Even when they smile, it’s just politeness.”
"I think Ayan really likes her. Don't worry about him getting hurt. You should worry more about that girl. What if Ayan doesn't love her anymore someday..."
Ning's father did not continue speaking.
I doubt that day will ever come.
Ning's mother's attitude had already changed, and Ning's father's words were like giving her a way out, so she stopped insisting.
In the dead of night, a figure crept up to the third floor and stopped in front of a door.
Not long after, the door opened.
The boy quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Song Jinhuan was embraced tightly, and her toes involuntarily rose up.
"Ayan, you said you'd only hug for a minute, that's enough."
Song Jinhuan patted his back and reminded him.
Bo Yan reluctantly released his arm, took a half step back, and said, "I'll go back in a couple of days."
"Didn't you say you were going to stay for half a month?"
She still had a lot of food left to eat.
Bo Yan explained earnestly, "I've been quite busy lately and need to take care of things, so it's not convenient for me to stay here all the time."
Song Jinhuan was a little reluctant, "Alright then."
Bo Yan opened his arms to her, "Come here, hug me for another half minute, then we'll go back."
Song Jinhuan obediently walked over and hugged his waist.
Bo Yan leaned down slightly and pulled his arms back together, finding it amusing that he was hugging his girlfriend like they were having an affair.
The two hugged quietly for a while, and Bo Yan patted her back.
Song Jinhuan finally let go.
"I'll come back for another hug tomorrow night," he promised.
Song Jinhuan's cheeks flushed, and she urged softly, "You should go back now."
Bo Yan sighed inwardly, grabbed the girl's hand and squeezed it hard twice before leaving.
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In the days that followed, Ning's mother would prepare all sorts of delicious food every day, and in just a few days, Song Jinhuan's face became rounder.
Ning's mother felt an immense sense of accomplishment.
On the day she left, she packed two large bags of homemade snacks and reluctantly saw them off at the airport.
"Xiao Huan, come to my house anytime you have time, and Auntie will cook you something delicious."
With tears welling up in her eyes, Song Jinhuan hugged Ning's mother and said in a slightly sobbing voice, "Thank you, Auntie, for taking care of me these past few days."
Bo Yan stood to the side, watching the two embracing, and gently stroked the girl's head.
Ning's mother was truly reluctant to part with him.
Ning Jianhua has a very small appetite; it's not even as big as a little girl's.
She said that she wasn't very enthusiastic about cooking before because she hadn't had the right child.
Ning Jianhua: "Cousin, I've learned a lot from spending time with you these past two days. See you next semester!"
Song Jinhuan gets airsick, and even the airsickness medication didn't help much.
Seeing that she was not feeling well, Bo Yan took out a piece of candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and put it into the girl's mouth.
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