Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

"It's not just luck."

Bao Jingxing smiled and explained slowly: "According to Jiang Hai's tax law, whoever receives the bride's bouquet will become the next bride... In this way, you have to work hard to receive the bouquet, Xiaoqian."

Since holding flowers means this, doesn't it mean...

The lover relationship between her and Bao Jingxing is well known in the circle of old classmates, and it seems that they have received everyone's blessing, looking forward to their early marriage?

Pinching the soft corner of the quilt with slender fingers, Qin Yiren muttered in embarrassment: "I seem to have seen such rules in TV dramas, but isn't that a Western habit?"

Bao Jingxing hummed, and continued patiently: "Current weddings are almost all held in accordance with the Western model. Since there are wedding dresses and suits, other customs are naturally applicable."

It turned out to be the case.

Qin Yiren suddenly realized, and then thought of other details seen in the TV series: "Then we will attend the wedding, shall we bring some souvenirs or something?"

Bao Jingxing readily agreed and teased her, "Okay, what gift do you want to give?"

"let me see……"

Qin Yiren buried his face in the quilt, yawned half asleep, and said with an idea: "How about red wine? I remember there are a lot of them in the basement of the villa, so I don't have to bother picking gifts."

"Okay." Bao Jingxing smiled dotingly, without reminding her of the value of the red wine, "Xiaoqian, are you sleepy?"

Qin Yiren rubbed his eyes and said vaguely: "...a little bit."

"What a little bit." Bao Jingxing was amused by her, his voice sounded like the best lullaby: "Go to bed early if you're sleepy, I have work to do tomorrow morning, let the driver pick you up at Qin's house, see you at night."

Qin Yiren yawned again, and said softly, "Good night, Jing Xing."

"Good night."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yiren reluctantly shrank into the quilt, was a little dazed for more than ten minutes, and had to get up again to take a shower and change clothes.

Walking into the bathroom, she poured water into the bathtub sleepily, and casually observed where the shampoo and the like were placed, and quickly found the target, one of which was not even covered.

Realizing that everything in the room remained the same as before the other she left, Qin Yiren gradually came to her senses, and sat on the edge of the bathtub in a daze, guessing what kind of mood the other one had to stay in the Qin family.

Compared with the current her, all the memories of the other her disappeared with the car accident six years ago.

The Qin family finally found their daughter who had been lost for many years, so naturally they would not tell her the truth of the matter, and let the other one mistakenly think that everything she enjoyed in the future was owned before the car accident.

Thinking of this, Qin Yiren pulled the corners of his lips, and his smile was slightly bitter and melancholy.

Now that she has Bao'er, as a mother, it's not that she can't understand her mother's painstaking efforts.

but……

For the mother and brother, it really is another she who has no suspicions, so it is better to get closer, right?

The slender eyelashes trembled, and Qin Yiren looked at the reflection in the mirror, her eyes were seven points familiar and three points unfamiliar, as if there was another her examining herself in the mirror.

My heart suddenly trembled.

Qin Yiren bit her lower lip lightly, unable to bear this kind of paradox, hurriedly took off her clothes, and threw herself into a bathtub full of warm water.

The appropriate temperature made her whole body warm and quietly soothed her restless heart.

Lying on the edge of the bathtub, Qin Yiren sighed long, deliberately avoiding the direction of the mirror, wanting to take a shower and leave quickly, return to bed and sleep until dawn, ending this uncomfortable night.

Fumbling to find all kinds of toiletries, she looked around for a moment but couldn't find where the bath towels were. Her eyes casually fell on the drawer closest to the bathtub.

Some kind of premonition, or the memory left in her body, told her that the bath towel was in the drawer.

The hand hanging by her side tightened, Qin Yiren closed her eyes and took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and opened the drawer, trying to prove that those strange familiarity were just her delusions.

however.

The drawer was swished open, and the white bath towel lay quietly inside, with a piece of unopened chocolate and a beautiful letterhead on it.

at this point.

No matter how reluctant Qin Yiren was, he couldn't deny that these coincidences were just coincidences.

Pursing her lips with a heavy heart, she stared at the things in the drawer for a moment, confirming that these were another trace of her existence.

Shaking off the bathrobe and putting it on, Qin Yiren didn't touch the piece of chocolate, even though it was the strawberry milk flavor she liked very much, but just took the letterhead.

Stepping on her slippers and returning to the bedroom, she closed the bathroom door tightly like a ghost, and she no longer felt sleepy.

Holding the heavy letter paper, Qin Yiren sat down on the sofa, held it in his hand and looked at it, his black and white eyes were full of complexity.

After a while.

She made up her mind to open the letter paper, and smelled the delicious perfume. Both the letter paper and the letter paper were recognizable at a glance as high-end, and the lower part of the cherry blossom-pink envelope was printed in beautiful cursive English.

It was a very short English poem, and when connected together it meant...

Frowning uncertainly, Qin Yiren found out his mobile phone, entered English poems to search, and soon got specific information.

This English poem is a confession of the founder of a luxury brand, to the effect that don’t miss the time with your lover, every date is worth remembering.

Although it is something like a gift, the workmanship is exquisite and very careful.

Finding the exact same letterhead from the pictures posted on the Internet, Qin Yiren blinked suspiciously, wondering if it was blank?
If it is really blank, her nervousness and entanglement are all in vain.

In order to verify this, Qin Yiren pinched one end of the letter paper with her slender fingertips, and carefully pulled out the letter paper inside...

The rustling sound resounded in the quiet room, and something unknown for the time being made people uneasy.

Putting the torn envelope aside casually, Qin Yiren subconsciously bit her lower lip, and slowly unfolded the snow-white letter.

It wasn't blank, but it wasn't filled with love words for Chu Xiannian as she had imagined.

This is a blank letterhead with a simple sketch drawn with a pencil.

The background is in front of a familiar French window. A tall and tall man is standing facing the window, looking back with a cigarette in his mouth, with a lazy and carefree smile on his thin lips.

Qin Yiren was silent for a moment, and recognized the man in the painting as Chu Xianian.

The other she is proficient in painting, which is not too surprising.

After all, when she was studying at the medical university, she had all kinds of human body sketches at her fingertips. Although all the drawings were medical anatomical diagrams, there was no beauty to speak of.