Chapter 642
After the Marriage Cancellation, She Becomes a True Ancestor
642 Side Story (42)
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At 11:30, su also raised his knife and cut down. A plump, complete, and beautiful Adult Chicken was cut into a few pieces.
Su was quite familiar with this step, and he did not even blink.
The knife made a âkangkangâ sound on the chopping board, as brutal as it could be.
Bo Zhan used his fingers to wipe off the small drops of blood on his face, pretending that nothing had happened, and continued to read the next steps to her.
However, as Bo Zhan recited the professional food criticâs step-by-step breakdown, su yeâs patience was running out.
This food commentator wished that every small step would be divided into 10 key points and explained separately.
He was simply more troublesome than her.
No, she was fine.
Su also made a Masaki for all the chicken for half an hour, and when she could finally boil the oil, she rolled up her sleeves and could not help but ask, â âWhoâs the trouble-maker?â
Bo Zhan lowered his head to look at that personâs account name.
This name
There was a sense of awkwardness in the familiarity.
It was awkward, but there was a sense of familiarity.
He couldnât tell what was wrong.
Bo Zhan went along with su yeâs words,âthis matter should be called Yingluo li yunbai Yingluo.â
âWhat? Li yunbai?â
SUâs hand that was holding the knife also paused.
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It was lunch break at Yali, and the students were walking around happily. Their laughter and laughter interweaved in their ears.
The campus seemed to have woken up from a dream.
Especially the excited screams of a few girls, which cut through the sky and attracted everyoneâs attention.
â Itâs Bo Yicheng!â
âHeâs so handsome, and heâs so good at studying! Iâm really curious what his father looks like!â
âYeah, heâs not even in the third year of junior high school, but heâs already the first in the country in Mathematical Olympiad! If I were those high school students, I wouldnât want to live anymore!â
âWhat do you think heâs doing?â
the person beside him seems to be a primary school student who came for the interview? â
He followed her line of sight-
Zhang Mao looked up at Bo Yicheng with his small eyes. His forehead was full of wrinkles and he was a little timid.
After sizing her up for a while, he recalled that he had seen this person pick Bo Yiyi up from school when they were in primary school.
The moment he recalled, Bo Yiyao stopped in her tracks and looked over. âBrother.â
Meanwhile, Bo Yichengâs ice-cold face that made people shiver instantly melted like a Snow Mountain.
He was driving a black bicycle that looked low-key but had a sense of technology. He revealed a heart-shaking smile.âHow was the interview?â
Bo Yicheng was very independent. Since elementary school, he went to school by himself. After school, he learned to ride a bicycle earlier than other children.
He was almost self-taught when it came to these means of transportation.
itâs alright. Bo Yimo furrowed her delicate eyebrows.
âIâve never seen Bo Yicheng smile like this in all my time with him!â
âHeâs so handsome when he smiles!â
itâs over, itâs over, itâs over. Iâll definitely dream of this scene every night!
But then, they saw Bo Yicheng touching the top of Bo Yimoâs head affectionately, taking her Red School bag and putting it on his shoulder. Then, he held the bicycle with one hand and helped her onto the back seat of his bicycle with the other.
When he got into the car, he supported himself with one leg on the ground and lifted his chin at Zhang Mao. âDid you pass the interview?â
Zhang Mao pointed at himself with a chubby finger. He couldnât believe that such a handsome man was talking to him. He proudly showed his little belly.âIâve passed!â
Bo Yicheng narrowed his eyes and got on his bicycle.
Then he had to watch carefully.
He had discussed it with his father before, and they had agreed on one thing.
My sister canât fall in love before she turns 25.
Bo Yicheng rode his bicycle through the campus, his white shirt collar fluttering in the wind. Bo yiyan sat sideways behind him, leaning against her brotherâs broad back, holding a little yellow flower in her hand.
The group of fangirls were running behind his car.
âNo one has ever sat on Bo Yichengâs bicycle before!â
That position had always been the Queenâs throne in the dreams of fangirls.
âWho is that little girl? He looks like a doll!â
âI think she said itâs younger sister Yingluo.â
âYounger sister? A kiss?â
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âIt should be!â
âOh, I also want to be his sister!â
Bo Yichengâs bicycle had just driven out of the school gate when he heard a car horn from the side.
It was her fatherâs car.
Bo Yunli lowered the window of the driverâs seat. The manâs face was still unbelievably beautiful.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the children. get in the car. Daddy will take you home today.
Bo Yicheng was slightly stunned and stopped the car at the side.
little Jasmine, â Bo Yicheng opened the rear door and called her gently.
Bo Moyi responded. She didnât get into the car directly, but went to the driverâs seat first, leaned in, and pinned the yellow daisy on her fatherâs shirt collar.
There was a deep smile in Bo Yunliâs eyes. He sniffed the fragrance of the little yellow flowers on his collar.âThank you, my little Jasmine.â
Bo Moyi pursed her lips and smiled, then turned to the back and got into the car.
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Behind them, the people gasped.
This was Bo Yichengâs father?
He was so handsome that he was breaking the rules!
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It was so white that it reflected light under the sun!
The car drove steadily. Like su mo, Bo Yiyue was more prone to motion sickness. However, she did not feel dizzy because her father was driving.
Bo Yicheng flipped open a book. Bo Yiyi leaned her back against his shoulder lazily and took out her phone.âBrother, do you want to play a game?â
Bo Yicheng doted on her, so he put the book back and took out his phone.
He had a gaming account that he usually didnât use and used to coax his sister.
If the girls in the school saw him playing the game, they would definitely be shocked.
They had never seen the strict and meticulous top student Bo Yicheng play games!
He didnât even dare to think about it, let alone see it.
Bo Yunli glanced at the rear mirror, his voice light.âDonât play games in the car, itâs easy to get carsick.â
Bo yiyan turned to look at her father and smiled coquettishly.âIâm just playing for a while. Itâs okay, dad.â
No one else could see her expression except for her parents and brother.
Bo Yunli chuckled.
He had no way to deal with this daughter of his.
Bo Yicheng was playing the game and glanced outside.âDad, this isnât the way home?â
Bo Yunli had clearly walked into the wrong room on purpose. He did not feel shocked at all, and his tone was normal.âIâll take you to a restaurant to eat less.â
In the back row, the brother and sister looked at each other, and a question mark slowly rose above their heads.
â?â
Dad would never leave mom and take them out for a meal alone.
Bo Yunliâs lips curled into a slightly helpless smile.
your mother is cooking lunch. Prepare some food in advance. Donât let your mother know when you go back.
After all, he had experience, Yingluo.