Assuming the love and marriage of the previous generation, Qin Yiren smiled enviously and disappointedly, and put the photos he had seen as they were.

after.

Although Bo Jingxing allowed her to visit casually, she still did not touch those things that looked very personal, and her eyes fell on the guitar leaning against the wall. Unexpectedly, Bo Jingxing had such specialty.

Sitting down on the sofa in a gentle mood, Qin Yiren reached out and pulled a tissue on the coffee table, and accidentally touched a thin and thick notebook.

The notebook fell to the ground and opened.

Qin Yiren leaned over and picked it up, and found that it was not the text inside, nor Bo Jingxing's diary, but the sketches.

The brushwork of the first few paintings was already very mature, and it was difficult to see when Bo Jingxing's work was, but his painting skills were quite good.

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

Relaxing comfortably on the sofa, Qin Yiren opened the sketch with one hand holding her chin.

Looking back from the original scenery, there are occasionally a few portraits, most of which are silhouettes. It seems that Bo Jingxing is not very good at portraying portraits.

Halfway through the look, I saw the portrait of Bo Jiu. I used a montage brushstroke, which did not show the beauty of Bo Jiu at all, and looked particularly funny.

Moreover, the drawing paper was wrinkled, and a small piece of it was torn off from the top. It was probably Bo Jiu who discovered Bo Jingxing's spoof and tried to teach him a lesson.

I couldn't help but smile.

Qin Yiren slowly looked at the sketches, and the story after the sketches that entertained themselves, and without realizing it, time passed quickly.

Slim fingertips open the last few pages.

A portrait of a girl is vividly displayed on paper, and it seems that Bo Jingxing's painting skills have improved compared to before.

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

This girl...

It seems to be Song Keke?

After listening to the past that Asen told, Qin Yiren was not surprised that Song Keke existed in Bo Jingxing's painting book, but just looked down for a moment.

"...This is a portrait of Ke Ke's 14th birthday. I promise there is no delusion about going to prison."

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

Qin Yiren burst into laughter, holding the painting book, looking up at him, "Jing Xing, you will be back so soon, do you have no objection to the old lady?"

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

Bo Jingxing leaned over and kissed her snow-white forehead, "My father and Bo Jiu are covering me, I guess they will come back later."

Qin Yiren blinked embarrassedly, covered his fingertips with his back, and raised the picture book in his hand: "Have you learned to draw since you were a child?"

"That's right."

Bo Jingxing held her hand, walked around the sofa and sat next to her, took the picture book and turned a few pages: "My mother is a painter, not very famous. She only held two art exhibitions in China, and almost all the guests came.

They are all business partners.”

The first time I heard Bo Jingxing mention these.

Qin Yiren nodded cautiously, looked at the photos on the bookshelf, and sighed with a little enviousness: "Uncle Bo and aunt are very loving."

"Yes." Bo Jingxing lowered his eyes and smiled, "I have never seen the second couple in the marriage of wealthy families who are as loving as them."

The slender eyelashes trembled.

Qin Yiren looked at the handsome side face of the man, pursed her lips nervously, not knowing whether she should speak on such occasions and telling the problems she had to face.

after all……

If Bo Jingxing could not accept her decision, their relationship might have to end here, and such a warm time would never be repeated.

Thinking of this.

Qin Yiren suffocated and looked at the time on her watch inadvertently.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

According to the scheduled itinerary, she had to stay in the capital for one day, and she had about twenty-four hours to explain clearly with Bo Jingxing, without rushing for a moment.

This understanding made Qin Yiren feel a little more uncomfortable, but the stone pressing down was still not completely removed.

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

good?"

"I believe you can, just..."

Qin Yiren held the corner of her lips, and her smile seemed a little bitter: "I don't want to complain about my family background, but I do not have the satisfactory identity as my aunt."

“This is not something you need to care about.”

Bo Jingxing held her hand and tried a little hard, and the words he said were like a vow: "I am a man, just leave these things to me to solve. You only need to say one thing I am willing."

The heartbeat instantly chaoticed.

Qin Yiren had to control herself rationally and could not say the three crucial words.

Moreover, it was impossible for her to leave the problem to Bo Jingxing alone, and she would naturally enjoy the fruits of victory.

"Jing Xing... I have something to say to you." A slightly cool sweat oozed out of my palm. Qin Yiren had to avoid his gaze and lowered her eyes to the patterns on the carpet, "About..."

Not finished speaking.

Someone knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Young master, Miss Qin, Mr. Qin, and Miss are back. I want to ask Miss Qin what kind of afternoon tea I like?"

Qin Yiren was stunned.

The courage that he had finally plucked up suddenly disappeared, and he watched Bo Jingxing get up and open the door.

But Bo Jiu couldn't wait for the servant to report, so he followed up happily, poked his head out of the door and greeted Qin Yiren:

"Xiaoqian, I heard from Asen that you didn't go to the mall well, so you must have been affected by your grandmother. Come and I'll take you to my cloakroom to see if there is anything you like?"

Qin Yiren laughed silently and glanced at Bo Jingxing: "Do you want to follow me?"

"...Let's forget it." Bo Jingxing had no choice: "It's not convenient for me to follow your girls. I'll go to the kitchen to have a look, and you can play slowly."

Having said that.

He stared at Qin Yiren with a deep look and added tepidly: "As for what you want to say to me, I can probably guess. I have something to say to you, but I don't rush to do so, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Bo Jingxing had already guessed what she was thinking.

Qin Yiren pursed her lips uneasyly, lowered her head with a sore tip of her nose, and said softly.

It can be seen that the atmosphere of these two people is incorrect.

Bo Jiu took Qin Yiren's hand and asked fiercely: "Brother, what mystery are you fighting with me? Xiao Qianqian was already pitiful when she was beaten by her grandmother. It still depends on your face now?" (Unfinished to wait for her to finish.
Chapter completed!