Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

I didn't expect that a nobleman like Bao Jingxing would be as keen on taking pictures and punching cards like everyone else.

Qin Yiren stood beside him pretty, posing a classic V gesture to the camera, with a bright smile on her pretty face.

The corners of Bao Jingxing's meager lips curled slightly, his eyes did not look at the camera, but fell on her expression, the tenderness in it was self-evident.

"Very good, eggplant!"

Li Li pressed the shutter decisively, keeping such a warm moment as an eternal memory.

After taking pictures and checking in, the two lovers bid farewell, planning to find a chance to meet again after returning home, and each went to a different temple to start the tour.

Walking slowly in the centuries-old temple, Qin Yiren unconsciously held his breath, feeling unprecedentedly peaceful and silent.

Bao Jingxing followed her step by step.

At this moment, in his eyes, the magnificent background of the temple has become a foil, not worthy of his attention.

The only thing that can make him concentrate is Qin Yiren with a peaceful expression.

At the end of the temple is a huge stone statue of a god. The carving method is completely different from that in China, revealing the traces of time.

The priest in charge of guarding the temple nodded to them, pointed to the stone slab on the ground and said a few words.

Qin Yiren stared at Bao Jingxing's translator eagerly, but Bo Jingxing did not disappoint her, and said in a low voice: "You can make your wish here, if your heart is serious, the gods will hear your wish. "

Qin Yiren tilted his head, looked at him suspiciously, and asked with a smile: "It's really just like that?"

Although she couldn't understand the language of this country, Grandpa Priest pointed at the bluestone ground with gestures, as if he didn't want her to stand there and pray.

"Little clever ghost." Bao Jingxing had nothing to do with her, and looked down at the cold ground, "I don't believe in gods, and I don't want you to kneel on such a cold ground."

Qin Yiren shook his head, and said with a smile: "It's a rare visit, I'm going to do as the Romans do."

Saying that, she closed her eyes, and knelt down slowly and seriously.

However, the moment her knees touched the ground, the ground was not as cold as she imagined, it was hard but had a faint temperature.

Silently repeating the most sincere wish in her heart, Qin Yiren slowly opened her eyes and saw herself kneeling on Bao Jingxing's windbreaker.

But Bao Jingxing kept saying that he didn't believe in God, so he still knelt beside her.

"All right?"

Bao Jingxing also made a wish, opened his eyes to meet her clear gaze, and helped her up: "The priest said that sincerity leads to spirituality, our wish... must be more pious than theirs."

Qin Yiren nodded slightly, looking around at the tourists who were hesitant to kneel down.

There was still pain in her knee, but she did not regret such behavior.

No matter whether the gods could hear her prayer or not, as long as it was for Bao Jingxing's happiness, she wanted to do her best.

……

afternoon.

Qin Yiren and Bao Jingxing returned to their small room and fell limply on the big bed.

"Jingxing..."

Calling the man's name in a drawn-out tone, her spirit was very excited, and her mind was full of the scenery she had just visited, but unfortunately her body had reached its limit, and she had to sleep to replenish her energy.

Bao Jingxing went to the bathroom to wash her with a hot towel and came out, sat on the edge of the bed and wiped her face, and asked patiently, "Huh?"

"I'm so happy." Qin Yiren raised his palm-sized face to look at him, with smiles all over his eyes: "Thank you for taking me here for a trip, and..."

Having said that, she pursed her lips in embarrassment, but it was still difficult to express her thoughts frankly.

The most important thing is of course not the trip itself.

But Bao Jingxing still remembered the expectations she casually said a few years ago, even she herself had long forgotten.

Bao Jingxing wiped her face gently, then began to wipe her fingers meticulously, and asked slowly, "What else?"

"and also……"

Qin Yiren faltered, and simply buried his face in the soft quilt, his voice sounded a bit muffled: "Thank you, remember what I once said."

Compared with extravagant travel and everything else, his mind is hard to buy.

What's more, her current situation is completely different from a few years ago, but he can treat her as if nothing happened, all the details moved her deeply.

"You are my lover, aren't these things a matter of course?"

Bao Jingxing refused to accept her thanks, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and chuckled meaningfully: "If Xiaoqian really wants to thank me, why not hurry up and agree to be my bride, my father and sister are looking forward to us wedding."

Qin Yiren was buried in the quilt like an ostrich, and his joyful mood just now suddenly became a little bit heavy.

Although she has met the elders of the Bo family, Uncle Bo and sister are very kind to her, but that doesn't mean she can ignore the difference in their identities.

Even if Uncle Bo and Sister Bo didn't say anything, they most likely hoped that Bao Jingxing would have a wife who was well-matched.

Those kind and warm...

It was probably just because of Bao Jingxing's insistence that there was no room for telling the truth.

Realizing that she is no longer as naive as she was in college, Qin Yiren was speechless.

She didn't want to disappoint Bao Jingxing, but the reality was before her eyes.

"Jing Xing."

After thinking for a while, Qin Yiren raised his head from under the quilt, and felt that he needed to discuss practical issues with him: "I am very grateful to Uncle Bo and Sister Bo for their care, but you know, their ideal family is not me."

Bao Jingxing frowned slightly, and did not deny her guess. The expression on his brows and eyes was rarely displeased: "Xiaoqian, did my sister tell you something?"

"no!"

Fearing that Bao Jingxing might misunderstand, Qin Yiren quickly explained: "After all, the gap lies here. Even if others don't tell me, I still understand."

Bao Jingxing pondered for a moment, reluctantly accepted her words, and his expression returned to his usual gentleness: "Don't worry about these things. My marriage proposal is valid at any time, just waiting for your consent."

Qin Yiren smiled, with a bitter smile on his lips: "Even if your elders don't like me?"

"This is my marriage, my life, they can't influence my choice."

Bao Jingxing raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair, and looked at her tangled expression lovingly, "Besides, I don't think they hate you, the Bo family is already very rich now, so business marriage is not necessary."

Qin Yiren lowered his eyes and muttered, "...I don't believe it."

Bao Jingxing raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

"Although I have no experience with wealthy families, don't you often hear about marriages?" Qin Yiren cast a reproachful glance at him, "Hmph, your words are all to make me happy."