President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Ke Bao's thoughts were delicate, and he immediately noticed something wrong in Qin Su's voice, "Mommy, are you crying?"

Qin Su quickly sniffed, "No, I just have a cold, so it's just a nasal sound."

Kebao is like a little adult, "Why don't you take care of yourself at all, remember to take cold medicine, the air conditioner can only be turned on at 26 degrees, and remember to wear skirts over your knees, otherwise you will get cold legs when you get old , it will be worse than a cold."

Listening to the little guy's rambling, Qin Su couldn't help but burst out laughing.

In the past, Song Runian always sighed, saying how much blessing he had accumulated in his previous life to give birth to such a well-behaved and sensible child.

Now it's her turn to sigh with emotion.

"Understood, Auntie Bao." Qin Su said deliberately funny.

After a pause, he told the two of them, "When you go to that old miracle doctor's house, you must understand the rules. If there is anything wrong, you must tell Mommy in time, and Mommy will pick you up right away, you understand?"

"Then Mommy, can you accompany us to that miracle doctor's house tomorrow?" Aibao asked expectantly, "She is very nice, and you just happened to thank her face to face."

The most important thing is that at such an important moment, Aibo hopes that his mother will be by his side, so that he will have a full sense of security.

But Qin Su refused.

"I'm sorry, Aibao, Mommy is very busy these days, so I can't spare time, let Mrs. Zhou and the dean take you there, okay?"

In fact, Qin Su really wanted to go.

But now that I'm staying by Huo Hangzhi's side, if Huo Hangzhi finds out that she went to that genius doctor's house, and then finds out the two children, wouldn't it be foolish to send her to the door and wait to be fished?

In order to protect Kebao and Aibao, Qin Su could only grit her teeth and resolutely refused to meet them.

Although Aibao was very disappointed, she still gave an obedient oh, and didn't insist on forcing Qin Su to accompany her.

Kebao had no objection, "I'll take care of my sister, Mommy, just keep busy with your own affairs."

Those two kids were just like that, never giving her trouble and trying to do everything by themselves.

Even if she was a little disappointed with Qin Su occasionally, she would soon be able to digest her feelings and continue to think that Qin Su was the best mommy in the world.

Thinking of this, Qin Su felt even more guilty.

She promised the two little guys, "I will take you to Kyoto next year. Don't you always want to meet the rumored godmother? Then I will take you to her house. She has six children. You must We'll play together."

Song Runian, who lived in rumors, had indeed always been the object of curiosity for Kebao and Aibao.

Knowing that next year they can go to see this why, the two became happy.

"Then it's settled, Mommy," Aibao urged expectantly, "You must take us there then!"

"Okay, sure." Qin Su promised.

While talking, the taxi had already arrived at Tingyu Pavilion, so Qin Su hung up the phone, paid the fare and got off.

Like the old lady's manor, Tingyu Pavilion was also built on very expensive land, but it did not become a private manor.

This is a wealthy area, and many villas have been built. Outside the door of each villa, there is a sign with the surname written on it.

Among them, the most conspicuous one is a black villa, with the word Huo Zhai written on a gilded wooden sign at the door.

Obviously, this is Huo Hangzhi's house.

Qin Su stepped forward and rang the doorbell, "Hi, Huo Hangzhi asked me to come. He asked me to cook dinner."

The security guard at the door turned on the video doorbell, glanced at Qin Su, and opened the door.

Then he handed Qin Su a pair of slippers and clothes, "Who told you to call Master Huo directly by name, you have to call Master Huo here, quickly change your clothes and go to the kitchen to help, Master Huo will be back soon!"

Qin Su put on her slippers, glanced at the clothes in her hands again, and was a little dazed, "Should I wear this?"

This looks like a servant's clothes.

The security guard rolled his eyes impatiently, "Otherwise, of course I would wear this when I go to the kitchen to cook. Didn't Kunsuke next to Mr. Huo tell you?"