Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Looking up at the quiet second floor, Bojiu mysteriously lowered his voice: "You brought him back, what are you going to do next?"

Bao Jingxing lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and said lightly, "As long as she accepts my proposal, I will marry her."

"I'm not asking this..."

Bojiu sighed helplessly, staring at him hesitantly, deliberating how to speak.

As a competent older sister, of course she knew that her younger brother had true love for the girl upstairs, otherwise she wouldn't have refused to return to Beijing for five full years, let alone contact other women according to her father's arrangement.

but……

"Jing Xing, if she remembers another identity after a while, will she still agree to your marriage proposal?"

Worried about the cruel reality, Bojiu continued hesitantly: "And she has a baby, this kind of thing will be hidden sooner or later, although the lost five years is very unfair to you, but that The baby needs her mommy too."

Bao Jingxing was silent for a moment, "Sister, do you have no confidence in me?"

"No." Bojiu said helplessly, "Even if you are not my younger brother, you are still a very good man. If you want to compete with any man, you have a chance of winning. The key to the problem is..."

"The crux of the matter is that she is the girl I love now. I have waited for five years and I don't want to wait another five years."

Seriously interrupting Bojiu's words, Bo Jingxing said with a serious expression: "Father, please persuade him, don't let Xiaoqian see the clue."

"You haven't been home for five years, and you finally found the girl you like. How dare the old man go against your will."

When Bojiu said this, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Speaking of which, if it weren't for your performance in the past five years, even if Xiaoqian is a good girl, the old man would not have agreed to your marriage with her."

After all, the heir of the Bo family has a pivotal position.

Even if Bao Jingxing is an out-and-out playboy, he can still be worthy of wealthy daughters and ladies from aristocratic families.

Bao Jingxing nodded slightly: "So, everything is ready now, as long as Xiaoqian agrees, we will hold the wedding immediately."

"Okay, now as long as you are willing to marry a wife and have children, the old man has nothing else to ask for."

Bojiu shrugged, turned and walked towards the door, and waved his back: "I think Xiaoqian is quite nervous, you go upstairs to accompany her, don't see me off."

Bo Jingxing watched Bojiu leave, and returned to the room where Qin Yiren lived temporarily with a normal expression.

"Xiaoqian, are you tired? Do you want to eat?" Sitting sideways beside her bed, Bao Jingxing looked at her restlessly holding the cup, and asked patiently and meticulously, "Don't you like strawberry juice?"

"No, I like it."

Qin Yiren gave him a big smile back, took a sip of the strawberry juice in the glass, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were a little nervous, and her white teeth bit her lower lip lightly.

Bao Jingxing held her hand, his voice was gentle and reassuring: "Tell me, what are you worried about?"

"Jing Xing, I didn't expect to meet Uncle Bo so soon."

Qin Yiren nestled under the quilt nervously, and said with a heavy heart: "I can't move around casually now, and I haven't prepared gifts, and I can't even cook. It must be rude."

"My father is informal, he won't care about your rudeness." Bao Jingxing looked at her amusedly, "Besides, you don't really want to slight him, you just have to, right?"

He was right.

But it's hard to say whether the elders think so.

Qin Yiren pursed her lips lightly, cold sweat was hiding in her thin white palms.

Her impression of male elders mainly comes from her adoptive father, who is a vulgar and violent man.

Obviously idle and lazy to work, but also pretending to be the head of the family at home, her often violent personality makes both her adoptive mother and her tremble.

Although it is impossible for Bao Jingxing's father to be a person like his adoptive father, Bo Jingxing's family background is excellent, and his father is likely to be a very dignified figure.

And she really didn't have the confidence to leave a good impression in front of such elders.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind instantly, Qin Yiren scratched Bao Jingxing's hand: "I will work hard, if there is anything wrong, you have to tell me secretly."

"it is good."

Bao Jingxing circled her slender fingers, looked at her with gentle and affectionate eyes, almost drowning, "With me here, you don't need to worry about anything."

Qin Yiren nodded apprehensively.

Afterwards, she seized the time to sleep back into the cage, wanting to recharge her energy and meet the elders of the Bo family.

Watching her fall asleep, Bao Jingxing raised his hand to gently touch her slightly cool forehead, and understood that the operation had greatly damaged her body, and she needed a long period of recuperation.

I got up and went downstairs to make a phone call, and soon someone delivered Michelin's takeaway.

In order to let his father understand that he was serious, Bo Jingxing rolled up his sleeves and cooked for himself, made three dishes and one soup in a short time, and put them on the table at the same time as the takeaway that had just been delivered.

After taking care of everything lightly, he went upstairs to wake Qin Yiren up.

On the second floor of the villa, Kingsize bed.

Qin Yiren's Qingmei face was pale, her forehead was covered with sweat, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly in her dream, and she couldn't wake up like a nightmare.

"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian?"

Thinking of his senior brother's advice about amnesia patients, Bao Jingxing's heart shuddered, and he called her name in a low voice, "Xiaoqian, wake up."

Qin Yiren opened his eyes blankly, looking at the strange yet familiar man in front of him.

Her thoughts were still immersed in the dream just now, her heartbeat was pounding in her ears, and she didn't know what happened for a while.

"Xiaoqian, are you having a nightmare?"

Taking out the wet towel on the bedside table, Bao Jingxing gently wiped her cheeks and forehead.

The slight coolness woke her up, the light in her eyes began to focus, and at the same time, the thing before falling asleep sounded: "Oops, did I oversleep? Uncle Bo and sister have come?"

Seeing that she seemed to have forgotten the scene in the dream, Bao Jingxing felt relieved, and coaxed her with a smile: "No, I think you may need some time to freshen up, so I'll call you 10 minutes earlier."

Qin Yiren patted his thumping chest, "Great, I want to wash my face, wouldn't it be better to tie my hair up?"

Bao Jingxing carried her to the wheelchair, pushed her to the bathroom, wet a towel and bent over to wipe her face.

Looking at the handsome and gentle man at such a close distance, Qin Yiren blushed uncontrollably.

But Bao Jingxing had a panoramic view of her reaction, prolonging the time of washing without any trace, and finally took a comb to gently comb her waist-length hair.

The soft hair ran through his fingers, and he rarely showed a little clumsiness.