Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Asen looked troubled.

Although he followed Qin Yiren under Bo Jingxing's order, they were both a man and a widow after all, and he didn't want to cause the young master to misunderstand.

After much deliberation, Asen chose a safer way: "Miss Qin, I want to make a call to ask what Master Jing Xing means, please wait a moment."

Qin Yiren nodded listlessly.

Asen opened the door and left, went to the corridor to make a phone call, and quickly came back holding the phone: "Miss Qin, are you feeling unwell?"

"fine……"

Qin Yiren looked back and saw that he had put on a posture that he hadn't finished the call, and simply reached out to him: "Give me the phone, and I will talk about it myself."

As if being pardoned, Asen stepped forward and handed her the phone: "Please."

Qin Yiren took the phone and said hello in a soft voice: "Jing Xing."

"Xiaoqian." Bao Jingxing called out her name, and asked in a gentle voice, "What's wrong with you? Do you want Asen... No, I'll go back now and take you to the hospital for an examination?"

Qin Yiren smiled, her self-pity felt better because of the man's concern.

"I'm fine. Don't skip the old lady's family banquet. She already dislikes me. If I believe that I tricked you into fighting against her, I will probably be sent back to Jianghai immediately."

Hearing that she was still in a joking mood.

Bao Jingxing sighed softly: "I'm sorry, Xiaoqian, I didn't know that things would turn out like this, maybe I shouldn't have let you come in the first place..."

He didn't insist on leaving with Qin Yiren just now, and he was also worried about these things.

But grandma's attitude didn't seem to soften because of Xiaoqian's cuteness, as if she recognized Song Keke as her future granddaughter-in-law.

And he hasn't figured out how to talk to grandma, and he can no longer affect grandma's opinion of Xiaoqian.

"Don't say that, of course I'm very happy that you are willing to bring me to meet my family."

Qin Yiren lowered her eyes and smiled, hesitated for a moment and continued: "I don't mean to hate the old lady, really."

"I know."

When Bao Jingxing said this, other voices came from the phone: "Brother Jingxing, grandma is looking for you, saying that it is rare for you to come back, so have fun with them."

Bao Jingxing paused, "...Okay, I'll come right away."

Done.

He continued to the phone: "I'll finish the matter here as soon as possible. Don't go to the hotel to rest. Let Asen take you back to Bo's house. Speaking of which, you haven't been to my room yet, have you?"

Qin Yiren chuckled: "Is this okay? Visit your boudoir casually..."

Bao Jingxing laughed and said slowly, "Please, let's see if you like the environment of Bo's family."

Imagining the room owned by the little Bao Jingxing, Qin Yiren blinked with interest, "Then...see you later?"

"see you later."

Put down your phone.

Qin Yiren looked at Asen, who immediately nodded: "The car is right below, please follow me, Miss Qin."

……

half an hour.

The car stopped in front of a European-style villa.

Qin Yiren got out of the car, looked up at the buildings with an exaggerated area in front of him, and felt the gap between the Qin family and the Bo family.

Not to mention that every inch of land in the capital is expensive, just looking at the size of the house, it is more than two times larger than the Qin family's villa.

Asen closed the car door, seeming to be very familiar with this place.

The security guard at the door opened the door, and Qin Yiren followed Asen into the courtyard of the villa, admiring the scenery on both sides of the garden.

It is different from the view of the small bridge and flowing water over Mrs. Bo's side.

This mansion is magnificent and spacious, with only a handful of servants coming and going, making one feel indescribably lonely in it.

Notice her look.

A Sen dutifully explained: "Miss Qin, the young master hasn't been back to Beijing these years, and the eldest miss has another residence. Mr. Bo doesn't like outsiders in the place where he lives. These servants are there to maintain the normal operation of the house."

Qin Yiren nodded slightly, and asked impatiently, "Where is Jing Xing's room?"

A Sen couldn't help laughing, "The third floor, this way."

along the way.

The servant looked at Qin Yiren who was treated as a distinguished guest by Asen in surprise, and bent over at the same time to express her welcome.

Qin Yiren smiled embarrassedly, not wanting to trouble these people, so he quietly quickened his pace.

Notice her behavior.

A Sen glanced at her thoughtfully, did not comment on her tenderness, but accelerated his pace in coordination, and led her to the door of Bao Jingxing's room.

"This is Master Jing Xing's room. The furnishings inside are the same as before. There are often servants going in to clean it. If you want to rest, the quilt and pillows on the bed are clean."

"Thank you."

Qin Yiren thanked her with a smile, and opened the door expectantly.

At this moment, it is in the afternoon.

Warm sunlight poured in from the half-covered curtains, creating hazy light and shadows.

Because of Mr. Bo's preference, the whole villa was very quiet, and Asen left with a wink, leaving time and space for Qin Yiren.

Standing silently at the door for a moment, Qin Yiren looked up at the layout of the room.

Different from the black, white and gray colors of Bao Jingxing's current bedroom, this bedroom is a very warm silver blue. The furniture in the room are all styles from more than ten years ago. of various models.

walk into this room...

It felt like touching another Bao Jingxing that he didn't know.

Unable to restrain himself from smiling, Qin Yiren walked to the front of the bookshelf, gently picked up the nearest photo frame, and looked at the little boy with a peaceful expression on it.

This photo was probably taken when Bo Jingxing was about ten years old. Bojiu beside him was facing the cliff, holding a windmill and laughing. The background of the photo seemed to be outside the country, and the scenery was quite beautiful.

The slender fingertips touched the little Bao Jingxing in the photo.

Qin Yiren raised the corners of her lips, carefully put the photo back in place, and replaced it with the next photo.

The protagonist of this picture is no longer Bao Jingxing, but a beautiful and graceful woman with slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, smiling slightly at the camera, looking very dignified and elegant.

Although they had never met, this was probably Bao Jingxing's mother.

He silently greeted the elders in his heart.

Maybe the maid in charge of cleaning wasn't too serious, Qin Yiren wiped the dust off the photo with his cuff, and looked at the other photos one by one.

I can tell.

Uncle Bo's reason for not reuniting was very obvious. He really loved Bo Jingxing's mother. Even though his wife had died of illness for ten years, he still couldn't accept another woman to take his place.

I heard from Bo Jingxing that his mother was also from a famous family, and this marriage was blessed by everyone, including Mrs. Bo.

and so……

For the upper class, it is indeed a fairy-tale perfect love.