When the little sweetheart saw A Qing’s name, he knew something was wrong.

The little hand was pressed and hung up, and he quickly got up: "I'm leaving, goodbye uncle."

"Oh." Bo Qingyun suddenly shouted.

The little sweetheart stopped forcibly, a little surprised, but looked at him with a hidden hope: "What's wrong?"

"What's your name?" Bo Qingyun asked.

The little sweetheart was stunned, then the crescent eyes bent and the smile was particularly sweet.

Daddy likes her, right? Is he likes her very much?

Her heart was sweet and her voice was particularly soft. Thinking of Xiao Xingchen's name, she said with a glutinous voice: "It's good if you call me Xiao Yueliang."

Stars, moon?

Bo Qingyun's lips smiled lightly: "So little moon, I'll send you back?"

"No need! Why do you drive when you drink? I have someone waiting!" He said this time, he told me: "You are not allowed to drive back by yourself."

That decent posture is particularly adorable.

Bo Qingyun nodded. Before he could say anything, the little sweetheart was already jumping away, as light as when he came, as if he was light.

He stood on a high place, and if he looked at it deliberately, he could see the picture below the mountain.

It was not until he saw a small figure rushing into a taxi parked by the road that he slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the special tombstone again.

In this dim day, it seems that there is a bright color because of this little episode.

Bo Qingyun stayed here until the afternoon until Xu Chuan came to pick her up.

Sitting in the back seat, watching the hill gradually fade away until it is nowhere to be seen.

What came to his mind and suddenly said, "What temples are there in the mall?"

"Ah?" Xu Chuan was stunned. When did the boss become interested in this?

After thinking about it, he still said truthfully: "I heard that Ning'an Temple in the northern suburbs is good. My mother goes to eat incense sticks every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year."

Bo Qingyun looked at him, as if the older generation would have these obsessions.

He tapped his fingertips on his knees, looked out the window with a light voice: "Appoint your recent itinerary and take the time to go there."

"...Okay." Xu Chuan responded.

......

The sweetheart took a taxi home, and on the way, he didn't forget to get the cake she had ordered before she came.

When he got home, Ah Qing had indeed gotten up and was sitting in the living room, and Aunt Zhao was busy in the kitchen.

Didn’t you let your aunt come over later?

The little sweetheart shrank his neck secretly, paused outside, and walked in with the cake.

When Ah Qing heard the movement, she immediately looked over.

Just as she was about to speak, she saw that the cake she was holding was as big as a blocker of the whole villain, so she sighed and stepped forward to help her take the cake over.

"Thank you aunt." The little guy's usual sweet mouth.

But Ah Qing couldn't eat this set today: "Little Sweetheart, tell my aunt, why did you lie to me?"

"Ah?" The little sweetheart blinked and waved his hand quickly: "I don't have one, aunt, why do you say that?"

"You said you asked Aunt Zhao to accompany you, but when I woke up, Aunt Zhao was already at home and said that this was not the case at all, and you even asked her to come back later." A Qing listed her 'crime's words in a serious manner, and after that, he looked serious: "Where are you going?"

Her face was frightened and she looked a little fierce.

The little sweetheart pursed her lips and stepped forward to hold her hand: "Don't be angry, auntie, I just want you to sleep peacefully and let your aunt come later, but I don't want her to work so hard. Today is the baby's birthday, I want to make a cake by myself, so I came back late."
Chapter completed!