After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

He raised his hand and rubbed her hair, "Well, I won't leave. I will go back to Yujingyuan with you."

On SY's side, there are still a lot of things that he needs to deal with.

As for Qiao Yu and Xiao Xiangsi, he is even more needed to deal with the aftermath.

He hoped that even if he was gone, their mother and daughter could still live peacefully and smoothly.

Qiao Yu thought he had figured it out, hugged his waist, curled his lips and said, "Okay, I believe you once."

Bo Hanshi went to check out the room.

After Qiao Yu washed and tidied up, she immediately left the room with her bag and the prayer book.

In the hotel corridor, Qiao Yu saw him walking this way.

He really didn't leave.

Somehow, she ran over regardless of her ankle injury, ran into his arms, hugged him, and dropped the bag and prayer book in her hands to the ground.

He was slightly stiff when it was cold, "Yu Yu?"

Sensing her uneasiness, he put his arms around her, hugged her back, and stood like this in the corridor, hugging her for a while longer.

Qiao Yu calmed down in his arms for a long time, holding the shirt fabric around his waist and looking up at him: "My ankle hurts a little."

The voice was soft and waxy, like a coquettish voice.

It's been a long, long time since Qiao Yu acted coquettishly with him.

He gently scratched her little face with his fingertips, and finally gave in to her. He picked up the bag and prayer book on the ground with one hand, and picked her up with one arm with the other hand.

"Why did you bring the prayer book out?"

Qiao Yu hugged his neck and said bluntly: "What you wrote to me, I want to keep it as a souvenir, can't I take it away?"

"can."

But these commemorative things will become bullets that hit her heart in the future.

Something that is too sweet, once lost, will be an eternal pain.

……

Qiao Yu had a stomachache and drove the car when she was cold.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Lanting Villa.

When Bo Hanshi appeared in front of them, Xiao Xiangsi and Xiao Naiyin exclaimed.

"Dad, are you not dead?!"

The little guy's eyes widened and he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.

Even Nan Chu was scared.

She pulled Qiao Yu's sleeve, looked at Bo Han, and asked in a low voice: "Yu Yu, he... is he a human or a ghost?"

Qiao Yu couldn't help but laugh: "Where did the ghost come from in the blue sky and white sun?"

"Is this why your mood has improved?" Nan Chu suddenly realized.

Qiao Yu nodded, "Yeah."

A little scared, Xiao Xiangsi stretched out a chubby little finger and poked Bohan, her eyes lit up, "Mom! My finger can't go through! I can't touch Ah Piao! He is the real father. !”

Bao Hanshi frowned slightly and stretched out his hand to rub the little guy's head, "Who are you talking about, Piao? Are you good or bad these days when I'm not here?"

"Be good! I'm so good! Give me a hug from daddy!"

She spread her little arms.

Bao Hanshi bent down and picked her up.

Little Xiangsi stretched out her little hand and pinched the man's handsome face, "Dad is really still alive!"

"..."

"Dad, where have you been these days? Why haven't you come back to me and my mother? My mother and I turned off the lights at home and lit a lot of candles. My mother said that you can come back. Why are you coming back now?" "

The little lovesick childish words are unbridled.

Bo Hanshi knew what Qiao Yu meant by doing this.

"Don't light candles at home anymore. Do you know it's easy to catch fire and not safe?"

These words were said to Xiao Xiangsi, but more like they were said to Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu said: "Since you are back, you will naturally stop ordering from now on."

Lu Zhilu teased: "You two, take this child back quickly. I spent a day playing with her at the amusement park yesterday, and she almost died from exhaustion. A kid at this age can jump and jump, and say anything with a small mouth. It didn't stop, and she asked me to play Monopoly with her this morning. Little Xiangsi, are you not tired? "

"Uncle Lu is obviously not in good physical condition! Why don't I feel tired?"

"Ahem... Who are you insulting? Who has poor physical strength? Who carried you on his shoulders to watch the performance yesterday? Little brat, now that you have a biological father, you have forgotten your godfather, right?"

"Godfather, why are you still arguing with the child? You took me to play with me all day yesterday and you feel tired. What will you do when you and your godmother have a baby of your own?"

Lu Zhilu: "..."

Nan Chu was embarrassed, "Ahem."

Little Xiangsi really dares to say anything.

However, she and Lu Zhilu were surprisingly consistent on this point. They had no intention of having children since they got married.

Moreover... the divorce has been delayed, and at this juncture, it is even less likely to have any children.

In the afternoon, Bo Hanshi and Lu Zhilu talked about business alone for a while. Xiao Xiangsi wanted to go home to do her homework, so she didn't stay for dinner.

The family of three returned to Yujingyuan.

When he got home, Bo Hanshi went into the study to deal with the work accumulated these days.

Little Xiangsi went to the study with her homework book and a large glass jar.

She frowned and complained: "Dad, why do you work as soon as you come back? You don't talk to me or mom, where have you been these days? Mom is crying so sadly."

Hearing this, the man paused and stopped what he was doing.

He closed the computer and looked at the small milk bag next to his leg, "What are you holding in your hand?"

The little Xiangsi put the big glass tube on the desk as if offering a treasure, and said with a grin: "These are the paper cranes that my mother and I folded by ourselves. There are a thousand paper cranes in it! We folded it for many days. Dad, give it to me." for you!"

"Why do you want to fold paper cranes? You don't do your homework every day, so you just fold this one?"

It’s quite time-consuming to stack so many.

Little Xiangsi taught him like an adult: "Dad, how can you say that? This is the intention of my mother and I. I didn't just fold this because I didn't want to do my homework and have fun. My hands hurt when I fold this. I might as well Doing homework!"

Bo Hanshi didn't know what the paper crane meant, so he asked, "Why are you folding this?"

The little girl raised her head and said, "Mom said that paper cranes can make wishes. Each paper crane has a wish written on it. As long as a thousand paper cranes are stacked, the wish will come true! There are words written by me on it, It’s also written by my mother! It’s just that my handwriting doesn’t look good, but my mother’s handwriting looks good! Dad, do you want to open it and take a look?”

Bo Hanshi was slightly startled. He opened the jar, took out a few paper cranes, and opened them carefully.

I opened one and it said, Dad is safe.

The handwriting is crooked and a bit ugly.

He rubbed little Xiangsi's head and chuckled: "I asked you to practice copywriting before, but it was all in vain? Why are your handwriting still so ugly?"

"..." Little Xiangsi pursed her lips speechlessly, "That's not the point! Dad, please take another one apart and take a look! There is also something written by mom!"

I opened another one and it said, Peace in cold weather.

The font is elegant and beautiful, it is Qiao Yu's handwriting.

Bao Hanshi's eyes froze completely, and his eyes were extremely moved.

Xiao Xiangsi lay on the table and approached Bo Han and said, "Dad, mom has missed you a lot these days. She didn't agree to your proposal to her before, but I think she will agree to it if you propose to her now! She doesn't agree. Put the ring you gave her back on!"

"Proposal?"

Little Xiangsi nodded her head vigorously, "Yeah! Propose! Use that beautiful pink diamond! Dad, didn't you always want to propose to your mother before? Now your mother will definitely agree. During this time when you are gone, my mother misses you. I’ve sent you a lot of messages, have you read them?”

Qiao Yu stood outside the study holding fruit. After hearing these words, he stopped knocking on the door.