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

At first, Bo Hanshi didn't think much about it, thinking that Qiao Yu was referring to the itchiness caused by skin allergies.

The slightly rough calluses on his fingertips gently traced her waist, causing a slight shiver.

He leaned over slightly and coaxed her in a deep voice: "It's really itchy. Do you want to go to the hospital?"

He controlled her hands and prevented her from scratching them, fearing that if she scratched the rash, it would become inflamed.

Qiao Yu struggled and reminded him, "This is not the itch."

"Huh? Which itch is that?"

"..."

As soon as he finished asking the question, Bo Hanshi realized it.

He was obviously stunned for a moment, not expecting Qiao Yu to be so enthusiastic tonight.

His dark eyes stared at her for a few seconds, and found that she was also staring at him intently. The moment their eyes met, each other's breath was stagnant.

Qiao Yu was so drunk that his head was dizzy at the moment. Wrapped in his arms, his toes tapped the ground lightly, as if he were stepping on cotton. His whole body felt light and dizzy.

The man's big hands were around her lower back, almost supporting her entire weight. Qiao Yu held his face in her hands and raised her head to kiss him.

Actively kill.

Kissing her until she was slightly out of breath, Bao Qi pressed his forehead against hers, and chuckled: "Do you really want me to do whatever you want?"

"..."

Without waiting for her answer.

He had already controlled her heartbeat, his heavy gaze fell on her red lips, and he meant something: "Yuyu, it's hard for me to enjoy myself to the fullest, are you sure?"

Qiao Yu felt faintly afraid.

She pulled her lips and smiled perfunctorily, turned around and wanted to run away, "I'm going to take a shower first."

But just as she was about to push his hand away, the big hand was hooked around her waist.

With a light body, Bao Hanshi picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, and the corners of his lips curled up without trace: "Why are you running? Don't be in a hurry, we have all night."

"..."

She was just in a hurry to run.

In the bathroom, Qiao Yu was drowsy, her whole body was as soft as water, and she was about to melt.

I don't know how long it lasted, but vaguely, Bo Hanshi kindly wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her back to the bed.

Just when she thought it was over, the man dragged her into his arms: "The appetizers are over, how about something different?"

"........."

Was it just an appetizer in the bathroom? appetizer?

Qiao Yu was shocked to the point of petrification.

This night was thrilling.

The sky outside was filled with little bits of light.

Qiao Yu was overtired but energetic, and she naughtily came up to kiss him. She thought Bao Han would dislike her, but instead of avoiding her, the man instead held her back with his big hand and kissed her deeper.

It's all about him.

Qiao Yu wanted to push him away, but he grabbed her hands and put them around her neck, extremely domineering.

Until early in the morning, Qiao Yu leaned exhausted in his arms and fell asleep. Faintly, Bao Hanshi pressed against her ear, murmuring in a low voice: "Do you blame me?"

Why blame him?

Qiao Yu didn't quite understand what he heard, and as he was feeling sleepy, he responded lazily.

Bo Hanshi hugged her back and placed a kiss on her forehead: "When we get the certificate, none of that will matter."

It seemed to be saying to her, but also to himself.

……

As New Year's Eve approached, I got a call from the nursing home.

The nurse said: "Mr. Bo, the Chinese New Year is approaching these days. Many family members have taken patients home for reunions. The nursing home is deserted. Your mother has been in a very low mood recently and has been clamoring to see you. She said she wants to return to mainland China. Home, I miss my career, I miss my son, I want to go home to celebrate the New Year... In the past few days, I have been pestering me to call you. I think it is so pitiful that she is alone. I think you can take her home to spend the day. Year?"

Ye Qinghe's voice came from time to time on the other side of the phone.

"Chengye, would you like to take me home for the Chinese New Year? I haven't been home for a long time...I've been very obedient recently..."

Bo Hanshi held the phone and was stunned for a few seconds, and finally said, "I'll come over to see her in the afternoon."

When Bo Hanshi answered the call, Qiao Yu happened to be beside him.

She heard the general content of the conversation and suggested: "Why don't we go see your mother together and then pick her up to stay for two days? It's almost New Year's Eve, and it will be hard for her to be alone in a nursing home."

Wen Qing had lived in a nursing home for many years. One New Year's Eve, Qiao Yu took Xiao Xiangsi to pick up Wen Qing and went to the house she rented at the time.

Qiao Yu casually prepared a table of dishes.

Wen Qing burst into tears when she saw the food on the table. At that time, mother and daughter had not been reunited for nearly ten years.

Therefore, Qiao Yu understands better than anyone how lonely and pitiful Ye Qinghe is in the nursing home.

Bo Hanshi looked at Qiao Yu with a hint of emotion in his eyes: "My mother has mental problems. If I take her here to live, I'm afraid I'll scare you."

Qiao Yu said with a smile: "I'm not a child, and she doesn't live here all the time."

Besides, this is Bo Hanshi's house, and it is his right to bring his mother over to stay for two days.

Qiao Yu had no reason not to give in.

She paused in her voice and then said, "That's your mother. I won't dislike her, let alone be scared by her."

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Ye: Happy New Year’s Eve!