Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Guessing about the love and marriage of the previous generation, Qin Yiren smiled enviously and disappointed, and arranged the photos she had seen as they were.

after that.

Although Bao Jingxing allowed her to visit casually, she still didn't touch those personal things, and her eyes fell on the guitar leaning against the wall. She didn't expect that Bao Jingxing had such a specialty.

Sitting down on the sofa in a gentle mood, Qin Yiren stretched out his hand to pull out a tissue on the coffee table, and accidentally knocked off a book that was neither thin nor thick.

The book fell to the ground and opened.

Qin Yiren leaned over to pick it up, and found that it was not written, let alone Bao Jingxing's diary, but sketches.

The brushwork in the first few paintings is already very mature, it is hard to tell when this is the work of Bo Jingxing, but the painting skills are quite good.

No wonder that when he drew anatomical diagrams in medical school, he was often used as a template by professors to educate students who were not serious enough.

Leaning comfortably on the sofa, Qin Yiren opened the sketch book with one hand on his chin.

Looking back from the initial landscape, there are occasional portraits, most of which are silhouettes. It seems that Bao Jingxing is not very good at depicting portraits.

Halfway through the page, I saw the portrait of Beaujou, which was done in a montage style, which did not show the beauty of Beaujou at all, and looked very funny.

Moreover, the drawing paper was crumpled, and a small piece was torn off at the top, probably because Bo Jiu discovered Bao Jingxing's spoof and tried to teach him a lesson.

He couldn't help showing a smile.

Qin Yiren looked at the sketches one by one in a leisurely manner, guessing the story after the sketches for self-amusement, unknowingly time passed quickly.

Slender fingertips flipped through the last few pages.

A portrait of a young girl appeared vividly on the paper. It seemed that Bao Jingxing's painting skills had improved compared to before.

At least it is much better than Bojiu's montage painting. The delicate brushwork outlines the youthful vitality of the girl, and the expression freezes at a certain moment, smiling sweetly at him.

this girl...

Like Song Keke?

After hearing Asen's story about the past, Qin Yiren was not too surprised that there was Song Keke in Bao Jingxing's painting book, but just looked down for a moment.

"...This is a portrait of Keke's 14th birthday. I promise I don't have any delusions about going to jail."

The man's warm voice came from behind her, with his slender fingers resting on her shoulders, he continued with a chuckle, "If you plan to be jealous because of this, I will really be wronged."

Qin Yiren chuckled, and looked up at him holding the drawing book, "Jing Xing, do you have any objections to the old lady coming back so soon?"

"She asked me to accompany those cousins, and I slipped back halfway."

Bao Jingxing leaned over and kissed her snow-white forehead, "My dad and Bojiu are covering for me, and I think they will be back later."

Qin Yiren blinked embarrassingly, put his fingertips on the back of his hand, and raised the drawing book in his hand: "Did you learn to draw since childhood?"

"That's it."

Bao Jingxing held her hand, walked around the sofa and sat beside her, took the picture book and flipped through a few pages: "My mother is a painter, not a very famous one. She only held two art exhibitions in China, and the guests who came here almost They're all business partners."

This was the first time I heard Bao Jingxing mention these things.

Qin Yiren nodded solemnly, looked at the photos on the bookshelf, and sighed with a little envy: "Uncle Bo and Auntie are very loving."

"Yes." Bao Jingxing lowered his eyes and smiled, "In a wealthy marriage, I have never seen a second couple who are as loving as they are."

The slender eyelashes trembled.

Qin Yiren looked at the handsome side face of the man, and pursed his lips apprehensively, wondering if he should speak on this occasion and talk about the problems that he had to face.

after all……

If Bao Jingxing could not accept her decision, maybe their relationship could only end here, and such warm times could never be repeated.

thought here.

Qin Yiren took a breath, and casually looked at the time on the watch.

Two in the afternoon.

According to the scheduled itinerary, she would stay in the capital for one day, and she would have about 24 hours to speak clearly with Bao Jingxing, so there was no need to rush.

This kind of cognition made Qin Yiren feel a little better, but the pressing stone was still not completely removed.

"Xiaoqian?" Seeing her overly obedient silence for a moment, Bao Jingxing met her gaze and said thoughtfully, "I have the confidence to give you a marriage like my father's. Don't misunderstand me because of grandma's words, okay?" good?"

"I believe you can, it's just..."

Qin Yiren held the corner of his lips, and his smile was slightly bitter: "I don't want to complain about my family background, but I really don't have a satisfactory identity like my aunt."

"It's not something you need to care about."

Bao Jingxing held her hand slightly, and said words like an oath: "I am a man, let me handle these matters, you just need to say that I am willing."

The heartbeat was out of rhythm for an instant.

Qin Yiren had to use reason to control himself, and could not say those three crucial words.

Moreover, it was impossible for her to leave the difficult problem to Bao Jingxing alone, and enjoy the fruits of victory as a matter of course.

"Jing Xing... I have something I want to tell you." With cool sweat dripping from the palm of his hand, Qin Yiren had to avoid his gaze, and looked down at the patterns on the carpet, "About..."

Not finished.

Someone knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Master, Miss Qin, sir and Missy are back, I want to ask Miss Qin what kind of afternoon tea do you like?"

Qin Yiren was startled.

The courage he had finally mustered up dissipated immediately, and he watched Bao Jingxing get up and open the door.

And Bojiu couldn't wait for the servant to report, so he hurriedly followed, poked his head out from the door and greeted Qin Yiren:

"Xiaoqian, I heard from Asen that you didn't take a good look at the shopping mall. It must have been affected by your grandma. Come on, I'll take you to my cloakroom to see if there is anything you like?"

Qin Yiren laughed dumbfounded, and glanced at Bao Jingxing: "Do you want to follow?"

"...Forget it." Bao Jingxing said helplessly, "It's not convenient for me to follow you girls. I'll go to the kitchen to have a look, and you guys take your time."

Speaking of it.

He stared at Qin Yiren deeply, and added tepidly: "As for what you want to say to me, I can probably guess. I also have something to tell you, but don't rush it for a while, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Bao Jingxing had guessed her thoughts.

Qin Yiren pursed her lips uncomfortably, lowered her head with a sour nose, and hummed lightly.

It can be seen that the atmosphere of these two people is not right.

Bojiu took Qin Yiren's hand, and asked ferociously: "Smelly brother, what kind of charades are you playing with others? It's already pitiful for Xiao Qianqian to be beaten up by grandma, but now it depends on your face?"