Seeing that Da Bao seed to be choking, Nuonuo imdiately grabbed a bottle of water, twisted it open, inserted a straw, and thoughtfully put the straw into Da Bao’s mouth.
Da Bao was served like an Emperor for a while. The sour feeling in his gums finally dissipated, and he felt relieved. Taking advantage of the red light stop, he leaned over and gently kissed her forehead, "I’m fine now, no need to worry."
Nuonuo finally let out a sigh of relief, screwed the bottle cap back on, and lowered her head to put it away properly.
The evening sunlight appeared exceptionally gentle, slanting from the car window onto her, the golden rays casting a halo on her beautiful features, enhancing the mysterious allure of her facial contours shrouded in shadow.
"Nuonuo..."
Da Bao’s gaze was glued to her face, unable to move away.
"Uh-huh?!"
Nuonuo didn’t look up, still rummaging through the items in the storage box.
Da Bao initially wanted to say sothing to her but seeing her focused expression, he asked, "What are you looking for? Sothing to eat?"
Nuonuo still didn’t look up, "No, I just wanted to see if there’s any stomach dicine here."
Da Bao was puzzled, why was this girl suddenly concerned about such things?
"There’s none. I never have stomach pain, why would there be stomach dicine in my car?"
As Da Bao said this, he completely forgot that just a few minutes ago, he had used stomach pain to cover up the overwhelming jealousy that had irritated him extrely.
Nuonuo raised her head in surprise and looked at him, "You never had stomach pain before, but you just said you did. No way, I’ll have to ask Mommy to prepare so stomach pain dicine to keep in the car when we get back."
Because Daddy has a stomach pain issue, although he rarely has attacks, almost every car at ho is stocked with so stomach dicine. However, Da Bao’s car, since he ca back, mainly carried the three siblings, so Da Bao only had the snacks his younger siblings loved and so external dicine for bumps and scrapes, but certainly no stomach dicine.
Now, with Nuonuo’s reminder, he rembered that he did casually ntion stomach pain and had to try hard to cover up the lie.
"Silly, it wasn’t really stomach pain, just hunger. I’ll take care of myself, no need to prepare stomach dicine." He didn’t want Mommy and this little girl to worry unnecessarily.
But normally obedient to him, Nuonuo didn’t heed his words this ti. As soon as they got ho, she told Le Tong about his stomach pain.
It made Le Tong so nervous that she insisted on taking him to the hospital for a gastroscopy. Da Bao spent considerable effort to finally calm down the two anxious won, Mommy and Nuonuo.
After persuading the two won away, Da Bao lay exhausted on the sofa, finally understanding the saying "you reap what you sow."
Nuonuo went to the study to practice piano, Le Tong was in the kitchen preparing dinner with Aunt Guan, while Da Bao, feeling utterly bored, turned on the TV. A fashion show was being replayed.
Da Bao wasn’t interested in this and was about to switch to a news channel when a face gradually enlarged on the screen. Wasn’t that Ning Yan?
Da Bao’s fingers paused on the button, his gaze glued to that overly handso face.
In terms of looks, Da Bao never felt he was inferior to this man.
As for charisma, Da Bao never believed he was below this man either.
Though this man wore a cool expression that made young girls scream, and his attire gave full play to his long-legged advantage, with tight pants and exaggerated furs.
But Da Bao was confident that this man was not on the sa competitive level with him.
And as for that Guo Yuhang, his appearance could only be described as delicate, and his physique hadn’t fully developed, clearly a weakling, yet Da Bao was already unsettled by this person for the second ti.
Thinking of Nuonuo’s expression when ntioning Guo Yuhang, Da Bao couldn’t help but feel irritable again. With a press of his finger, "snap," the screen went black.
Actually, he knew what he was afraid of.
There’s a saying that goes, "Every three years is a generational gap." And between him and Nuonuo, there was a six-year gap, strictly speaking, spanning two generational gaps.
His world was sothing Nuonuo didn’t understand.
And Nuonuo’s world, he believed he understood, but in reality, no matter how smart or capable he was, it was impossible to fully integrate into her age’s world.
Guo Yuhang, however, was precisely like Nuonuo, a budding sapling in a blooming corner, both basking in the sa sunshine and undergoing the sa rain and wind.
Da Bao sat on the sofa daydreaming, suddenly hearing Nuonuo’s phone ssage alert.
Initially, he didn’t want to pay attention, since it was the little girl’s privacy. Even if he liked her, even if he was her brother, he shouldn’t pry too much into her secrets.
Of course, if she was willing to show him voluntarily, that would be another matter.
But the alert kept sounding for a while, indicating that soone had sent the little girl a string of ssages.
Perhaps it was sothing urgent?
The little girl had a very good habit of putting her phone, iPad, and such items, along with her backpack, on the display rack as soon as she got ho, and then focusing on practicing piano.
Da Bao picked up her phone from the rack, turned on the screen, but found the sender was an unnad stranger number, with twelve ssages displayed from the sa number.
Da Bao slightly frowned but still, out of curiosity, held the phone and walked into the study, pushing open the practice room door to interrupt.
"Nuonuo, soone sent you a dozen ssages. Check out who it is and if it’s anything urgent."
Nuonuo stopped, took the phone, looked at the number, and her puzzled expression mirrored Da Bao’s, "Who is this? I don’t know this person, why send so many ssages in a row?"
Muttering, she poked the screen and opened the ssages, reading from the first one.
Da Bao didn’t lean over to look, just stood by her side.
"Who is it, spam?"
Nuonuo had read two ssages before saying, "Not spam, it’s Ning Yan."
"Ning Yan? Why is he ssaging you?"
Da Bao was a bit annoyed, and his voice involuntarily rose. In all these years of Nuonuo’s endorsents, besides Mr. Mai and Zhang Ziweng, no one else had the gall to privately contact Nuonuo.
"I don’t know either..."
Nuonuo replied very innocently, still looking down as she read.
"If it’s nothing important, just delete it." Da Bao said with quite a bit of anger.
Nuonuo quickly finished reading all the ssages, handed the phone directly to Da Bao.
"Brother, you delete it. I didn’t expect this person to be quite boring."
With that, she turned around and resud her piano practice.
Only then did Da Bao feel a bit more at ease, taking the phone and looking at it. It was nothing more than asking why Si Han never showed up in the group anymore and so casual chatter. Indeed, just as Nuonuo said, this person was quite boring!
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