Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

Qin Anmin arranged for the two to be sent to the gate of the mansion, where a carriage engraved with the Qin Mansion logo was already waiting.

"Son!"

Que'er was standing in front of the carriage. When she saw Qin Angge coming out, she quickly trotted behind him.

"Sir, do you want to go out with Miss Su?" He asked quietly in his ear.

He was afraid that his son would come to the door with eager eyes to see people off.

"Yeah!" Qin Ange nodded in a very good mood.

After talking with Qin Anmin for a few words, Su Qinghe got on the carriage first. After she stood firmly, she turned around to look at Qin Ange below.

Que'er rolled his eyes and took a few steps back with tact.

"Sir, I have injured my arm from practicing martial arts these past few days, I am afraid I can't support you."

Qin Ange turned to look at him in confusion.

Why didn't he know what happened when?

"Then can Mr. Qin come up by himself?"

Su Qinghe looked at him quietly and asked softly.

Qin Ange didn't say anything, but looked at her with his big eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand. His meaning was obvious.

Su Qinghe chuckled and stretched out an arm across in front of him.

"Hold me."

Because Qin Ange was a man, she couldn't help him directly, so she could only let him hold her arm and come up.

Looking at the arm so close at hand, Qin Ange squeezed his hand nervously and gently grasped it.

Su Qinghe stood firmly on her feet and prepared to attack Cheng Li, but she only felt a very small force on her arm. In a flash, the man was standing steadily next to her.

Su Qinghe silently withdrew her hand, as if she was not needed at all.

Qin Anmin watched the whole thing from the side with a strange look in his eyes. Why did this kid suddenly act so pretentiously today? He never asked for help normally.

After Que'er got on the carriage, several people said goodbye to Qin Anmin. Then the coachman whipped the carriage and it slowly drove away from the Qin Mansion.

Inside the car, Qin Ange and Su Qinghe sat face to face, and Que'er sat next to him on the side closest to the door.

There were several plates of candied pastries on the small table next to them, but the two of them did not touch them. Only Que'er licked his lips enviously.

The car was very quiet. Qin Ange lowered her head and looked up at Su Qinghe, then turned around and took out a veil from somewhere and put it on her face.

Although he often hung out with women, that was always in crowded places. Now that he was alone with Su Qinghe, he had better be careful so that she wouldn't think he was some reckless man.

"Is that mansion far from the Qin Mansion?"

The person opposite suddenly started to be polite, which Su Qinghe was a little uncomfortable with.

"It's not far. The Duwei Mansion is in the center of the city. The place we want to go is also in the city, just a little outside. It will take about half an hour to get there by carriage."

Qin Ange looked up at her, thought for a moment and added:

"It's closer to Shilixiang. It will take less than a quarter of an hour to get there from there."

"It's a good location."

Su Qinghe nodded in satisfaction. Looking at Qin Angge opposite her, who was only showing a pair of big eyes, she inexplicably felt a sense of humor.

This man is not the type of delicate young man. Today, not only is he wearing a white robe, he is also wearing a white veil on his face.

His body, which is stronger than others, and his big round head, coupled with his outfit today, look quite out of place.

Not only did he fail to create the image of a slender and handsome man, he even looked a bit foolish, like the stupid son of a landlord.

"It's really nice there. A lot of people wanted to buy it at the beginning. Sister also spent a lot of effort to buy it, but she didn't expect that she wouldn't be able to use it."

"Why does Miss Su suddenly want to buy a house?"

Seeing that the car had become quiet again, Qin Ange anxiously changed the topic.

Su Qinghe picked up a book beside her and flipped through it out of boredom.

"My husband at home just ate a pregnancy fruit. He should be pregnant soon. The restaurant is too noisy. We need to find a quiet place."

Qin Ange's heart tightened. He had just asked casually, but he didn't expect to get such an answer.

Que'er next to him sat up straight, turned his head and looked at Qin Angge with some concern.

Although Miss Su already has a husband, and even if you really marry her in the future, she will not be her legal husband, but she will probably be sad to hear such words now.

Qin Ange quietly brushed away Que'er's hand that was pulling at the corner of his clothes and straightened his body.

"A restaurant is indeed not a good place to raise a baby. I didn't expect that a woman like Miss Su could be so considerate."

He grinned, revealing a row of big white teeth, but Su Qinghe couldn't see because of the veil. She could only tell his mood from the slightly downturned corners of his eyes.

"After all, he is my offspring. Others would be able to think of him."

Su Qinghe smiled modestly and was about to put the book back when the carriage suddenly shook violently.

Qin Angge leaned forward and looked at Su Qinghe who was so close to him. He quickly grabbed the corner of the small table next to him.

While trying to keep calm, she also felt a little impulsive. If she pounced on her, could he take the opportunity to ask her to marry him?

The carriage was still shaking. Although Qin Ange felt a surge of urgency in his heart, his hands were still firmly on the small table.

Su Qinghe on the opposite side also shook slightly, but the carriage was tilted towards her most of the time, so she was still able to sit steadily.

Que'er, who had been holding on to the door frame tightly since the carriage began to shake, steadied himself and turned to look at Qin Angge's situation.

But when he saw that in this situation, his young master still did not forget to steal glances at Miss Su, he was suddenly speechless.

After looking for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he suddenly loosened his grip on the door frame. His buttocks slid down the seat cushion, while still shouting anxiously.

"Ah! Sir - get out of the way -"

Following a loud shout, Qin Angge looked up with his eyes wide open, and was a little flustered for a moment, but still had no intention of going to Su Qinghe.

"Come here quickly!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Su Qinghe grabbed the window sill of the carriage with one hand, leaned forward, grabbed Qin Angge's arm with the other hand and pulled him over, then quickly threw a cushion over.

"!"

Qin Angge dived into Su Qinghe's arms, his head dazed, and a ball of fire slowly climbed up his cheek.

"Ouch!"

The carriage shook for the last time, accompanied by the screams of Queer.

Qin Ange quickly climbed up from Su Qinghe's arms, not caring about being shy, and turned around to look.

"Que'er, are you okay?"

The carriage had stabilized, so he hurried over and helped the man up.

"I'm fine. I just bumped into something. I'll be fine after I go back and apply some ointment."

Que'er forced a smile uglier than a ghost, covering her waist with her hands and grimacing in pain.

His waist had just hit the small table next to him and must have been bruised.

"Fortunately, there is a soft cushion, so the injury should not be serious."

Su Qinghe looked concerned, but was reluctant to go over to check.

Qin Angge saw the mat and turned to look at Su Qinghe with gratitude.

"Fortunately Miss Su acted quickly!"