But she lifted the quilt and wanted to get up: "I'll go with you."

"No need." The little sweetheart stopped her and touched Wu Qing at her hand: "Aunt Zhao is already waiting for me. Keep sleeping, you can eat the cake when you wake up. Then you can go to Uncle Prince to come and celebrate the baby's birthday together in the evening, and mommy will come back!"

The little guy has bright eyes and is well arranged.

Ah Qing also knew Aunt Zhao and couldn't help asking: "You really can?"

"Yeah." The little sweetheart nodded like pounding garlic.

"Okay." A Qing yawned. She was worried if she was alone, but it would be fine if Aunt Zhao was there.

She fell asleep when she was so sleepy.

The little sweetheart turned around, entered Xia Wanxin's room, and made some disguise for herself.

I quickly went downstairs and left the door, and I did not forget to send a message to Aunt Zhao, telling her that there was something wrong with my mother this morning and asked her to come back later.

Bo’s Cemetery.

This is a high-level cemetery under the name of Bo. The tombstones are stepped from bottom to top. Each stone tablet has the last photo of the dead person left in this world.

Only one tombstone is different.

The shape of the tombstone is also very different from the others. The edges are pale pink, and the flowers are engraved with hollow carvings.

The tombstone is small and exquisite, with no photos or names on it, only a jade is inlaid on it, the jade emits a scent of light, like a star in the dim light in the early morning.

At this moment, a person was standing in front of the tombstone with stars.

He was a tall and upright man with deep and firm facial features and clear and smooth lines. His deep eyes were quietly shrouded under the tombstone, with timeless and gentle eyes.

The breeze blew gently, waving the broken hair on his forehead, and his eyebrows became softer.

With that look, it seemed as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in his heart, and no one could bear to disturb him when he saw this picture.

He stood for a long time until the sky gradually became brighter and everything in the cemetery became clearer.

And as the sunlight shines, the jade seems to have lost its glory and becomes dim.

The man frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with such a picture. He subconsciously reached out and touched the tombstone.

The tentacles were cold.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps sounded in his ears, very little, but he still heard it.

His eyes suddenly chased after him, and his voice was hoarse: "Who?"

The eyes were filled with a small figure, wearing thin clothes and a large medical mask.

I can't see my face, but I can only see a pair of eyes as bright as stars, which are particularly bright and very familiar.

The little guy walked up to him and looked up at him: "It's you, indeed."

Bo Qingyun's eyebrows moved slightly, as if she was puzzled by her appearance here.

His thin lips moved slightly, and when he thought of saying something, his body staggered first and shook forward.

The little sweetheart quickly helped him up: "What's wrong with you?"

She lowered her head and saw countless wine bottles at her feet, falling down there.

But Bo Qingyun looked no different from usual, but her face was a little pale and her vision was a little faint.

Her nose suddenly wrinkled and she muttered, "Drinking is not a good habit."

Bo Qingyun was speechless and had already sat down.

It was a casual posture, but it was still pleasing to the eye when he did it. He leaned back lightly, but his face was a little lonely.
Chapter completed!