The custard was very smooth and tender, and Xiao Xingchen's handsome face and lips curled up: "Thank you."

The little sweetheart took a spoon and said sweetly: "The taste is so good, but it is still a little worse than what mommy cooks. When will my brother and I eat the dishes made by mommy?"

After saying that, without waiting for someone else to answer, he turned his fingers and said, "Oh, when I counted on my fingers, it seemed like tomorrow! Brother, do you think so?"

When Xiao Xingchen heard this, he had expectations in his eyes, but was embarrassed, and his eyes turned to the only adult.

Xia Wanxin saw that the little sweetheart was holding a few small fingers there, and she didn't know where she learned it. She probably didn't know the meaning of her finger counting.

She reached out and knocked her forehead: "You can't calculate it. It's the weekend tomorrow and you won't be able to eat it next Monday."

This shows that she will cook and deliver it to her next Monday. The little sweetheart patted her hands and was very happy to achieve her wish. She smiled and bent her big eyes: "Mommy is the best."

She twisted her butt and danced with her hands. Xiao Xingchen was infected by the atmosphere, and there was a smile on the corners of her lips.

Xia Wanxin looked at this scene and suddenly thought of the child who was not destined to be.

If it's still there, it's like this, right?

She lowered her head, covered her emotions, and touched Xiao Xingchen's cheek a few seconds later, and said warmly beside him: "Wait for me next week."

The latter's auricle is slightly red and he nods obediently.

After the surveillance storm, Bo had restored order in the afternoon and everything was going on in an orderly manner.

When he was about to get off work, Xu Chuan knocked on the door and came in with an invitation letter in his hand.

Bo Qingyun took it casually, got up and took the coat.

Xu Chuan was a little surprised: "Master, are you going to go there now?"

Bo Qingyun put her clothes on her arms and her body was tall and tall: "Go to kindergarten."

Xu Chuan was even more surprised: "Didn't it be agreed that I will go today-"

I didn't finish the following words because Bo Qingyun had already opened the door and went out.

It’s not far from here to kindergarten, and it’s about ten minutes’ drive away.

It was already time for school, and the road at the entrance was full of vehicles and pedestrians.

Parents and children stood together, filled their eyes, and also had many eyes, noting the superior man who came down from the black Maybach.

A man is destined to be an eye-catching existence. Not only his appearance, but also his temperament and noble aura in his every move all illustrate his extraordinary identity.

Such a person is unconsciously restrained, so Bo Qingyun walked in unimpededly, and the passers-by spontaneously gave up a way.

He kept going into the garden.

I saw many children walking together, but the little stars were gone.

Bo Qingyun saw him outside the toilet in another building.

The child stood under the high wall, and there was a girl with small braids drawn in graffiti on her head.

He carried his schoolbag, quiet and silent, just standing like that, doing nothing, but not at all impatient.

Until Bo Qingyun walked over.
Chapter completed!