My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 362: Do Whatever Yuran Tells You to Do

Bo Yan looked at him with disdain, "You can play the villain, but you’re afraid to admit it? You’re really something."

Bo San, "Your resentment is about to break through the sky. What exactly did I disturb that made you resent me so much? Did I disturb you while you were having a baby?"

That was originally meant as a tease, and Bo San had no intention of getting an answer from Bo Yan. He didn’t expect Bo Yan to be so cooperative.

Shamelessly nodded, "Yes."

Bo San couldn’t believe it and glanced towards Yuran in the living room before turning back to his brother, "Little Ranran is only nineteen, right? Isn’t it a bit early for her to have a child?"

The main point is, it’s one thing that you got married, but why rush to have a child so early?

Do you think the old folks here aren’t chaotic enough?

Eventually, the elders at home are going to use Bo Yan as a model to pressure them to get married.

Although having a cute and soft little niece isn’t bad, and thinking about it makes one excessively happy, still...

Bo Yan’s expression suddenly turned a bit more serious, "Hmm, that’s something I’m worried about too. When Second Brother comes over, I’ll have him check on Ranran to see if having a child affects her health too much."

Bo San, "What if it does?"

Bo Yan didn’t hesitate, "Then we won’t rush. We’ll wait until she reaches the best age for pregnancy."

Bo San, "And what if, when she reaches the ideal age for pregnancy, she doesn’t want to have children?"

Bo Yan lifted his eyelids, looking baffledly at Bo San, "Then she won’t have them. What’s there to question about that?"

Bo San stood up straight, no longer leaning lazily against the sink, "Let me get this straight, Second Brother is an all-around expert, someone whom people line up for years to consult, and you’re using him like this?"

Using him for such minor tasks?

Bo Yan frowned, full of disagreement, "Third Brother, it’s about your nephew and niece, you sure this is using him for minor tasks?"

Bo San, "...seems a bit hard to argue."

Bo San laughed, not knowing what he thought of, "Speaking of which, I really didn’t expect you to be the first one to get married, and possibly... to be the first to have children."

"Don’t be jealous; not everyone can be as efficient as this."

Bo San in disbelief, "What exactly are you feeling superior about?"

"Isn’t it obvious?" Bo Yan retorted, "Whatever you’re jealous of, that’s what I feel superior about. Is there a problem with that?"

Bo San, "..."

He turned around, waving his hand as he walked away. He really had nothing left to say to this person—too unlucky.

Bo Yan followed Bo San into the living room, where Yuran was watching a variety show entirely unembarrassed, and although Bo Liu sat casually to the side, he kept sizing Yuran up.

As they walked from the kitchen and saw this strange scene, Bo Yan noticed Yuran occasionally glancing at the cherries in front of her, but she restrained herself from moving.

He understood, crossed by Bo San, and sat next to Yuran, "Want to eat?"

Yuran nodded, "Will you wash them for me? They were brought by Third Brother."

"Sure, I’ll help you."

Bo Yan didn’t see anything wrong and headed to the kitchen with the bag of cherries, Bo San following him like a shadow. While Bo Yan was washing the cherries, Bo San said incredulously, "This ’good little sheep’ act of yours, really..."

Bo Yan, "What is Third Brother trying to say?"

"I mean, Yuran tells you to do something and you just do it?"

"Yeah, is there a problem?"

Bo San, "No, no problem, just unbelievable. Remember when Bo Liu asked you to wash an apple for him? You guys ended up fighting from Grandpa’s house all the way into the yard."

Bo Yan was startled, "Can Bo Liu be compared with my wife?"

Bo San, "..."

Alright, you’re nastier.

Everything you do seems to make sense.

When he washed the cherries, he even removed the stems, each plump and tempting cherry placed into a transparent crystal fruit dish before he brought it to Yuran.

Bo Yan, who had been watching the whole process: "..."

Too intimidating to provoke; Bo Yan has changed so much, I hardly recognize him anymore.

Bo Yan naturally saw how Bo Yan attended to Yuran. Both of them seemed to take it for granted, even when Yuran asked him to wash the fruit—a request she made without thinking.

Clearly, Bo Yan had done this sort of thing many times before.

This was why, upon observing Yuran, Bo Yan’s gaze carried a bit more investigation.

With such a substantial gaze, Yuran couldn’t just ignore it and handed over the crystal fruit plate, "Brother Six, you’ve been staring at my cherries, do you want to try some?"

Bo Yan, also humorous, came back to his senses and smiled, "I want to see if the cherries washed by my little brother taste better; you seem to have a good appetite."

The teasing in his words was something Yuran and Bo Yan couldn’t fail to hear.

Bo Yan, shamelessly, said, "You definitely can’t taste the happiness, since they weren’t washed for you. Whether you taste them or not makes no difference, better not try them. Is self-humiliation really that fun?"

Yuran: "..."

Bo Yan: "..."

Completely confused but wishing he could crumple Bo Yan into a piece of trash, Bo Yan: "..."

Yuran paused, then quickly reached out to tug on Bo Yan’s sleeve, her expression somewhat embarrassed, "Brother Seven, don’t be like this... Brothers Three and Six are our guests."

Bo Yan soothed her by patting the young girl’s head, "Don’t bother about those two shameless guys; they came to be annoying, yet they won’t let me speak."

Yuran: "..."

Bo Yan, holding his forehead but smiling, looked at Yuran, "Little Ranran."

"Huh?"

Bo Yan, "Little Ranran, tell Brother Three, how do you endure someone with such a foul temper? Being with him, you must be itching to strangle him like eight hundred times a day!"

Yuran earnestly shook her head, "Not really, Brother Seven is very nice to me."

Bo Yan scoffed, pushing his hair back, "You two think I treat Ranran the same way I treat you? You’re really good at flattering yourselves."

The conversation became more and more awkward, Yuran tugging at Bo Yan’s sleeve more forcefully, her voice almost squeezed out, "Brother Seven, please stop talking."

Those two brothers were about to explode with anger.

This was their own younger brother; otherwise, they would’ve started fighting long ago.

Bo Yan hummed, "I’m warning you two, the fruits I washed for my baby, you’re not allowed to eat. Go wash your own if you want some."

Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh, "Little Seven, you enjoy being such an eager vassal, and look at you, all proud."

"I’m happy, I’m pleased, I like it, you’d love to be a slave but no one’s serving you."

Bo Yan: "..."

He couldn’t take it anymore, wanting to beat up this little brother who knew only how to provoke anger. It was truly bad luck to be his brother in this lifetime, letting him dig at him like this.

Bo Yan watching an angry Bo Yan said, "Now you know how I feel when I talk to him on the phone!"

Bo Yan nodded, "It’s not just understanding; it’s literally karma."

Bo Yan agreed deeply, "You also think it’s karma, right?"

Bo Yan, pleading earnestly with Yuran, advised, "Little Ranran, such a man, better not keep him, doesn’t even know how to respect the old and cherish the young, too cold-hearted."

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