Bo Minyu was frightened by Mrs. Bo and cried loudly. Mrs. Bo hated that iron could not become steel, so she had to ask someone to drag her back to the room.
Qin Songyao was held by Bao Siyan. She thought he would put her down when they got downstairs, but he didn't expect that he kept holding her, passed by Gu Xicheng, and then went straight to the car.
Gu Xicheng chuckled softly.
Qin Songyao subconsciously raised his head and looked back. Gu Xicheng blinked at her.
Before she could respond, Liangliang's warning sounded in her ears.
"If you don't want me to throw you out on the spot, just take care of your eyes."
Qin Songyao blinked, turned back for a second, and smiled programmatically at him.
The old lady asked someone to catch up with them and not allow them to leave, forcing them to stay in the old house.
"Everything is available in Bo Mansion." Qin Songyao declined.
Her health is not serious, and her range of activities will be wider when she returns to Bo Mansion. If she stays in the old house, there will be people everywhere, as if she is in prison.
When the housekeeper stopped them, the old lady had already rushed over and asked them to live in the small western-style house in front of the lotus pond.
"Grandma, we are not used to having so many people at home," said Bo Siyan.
The old lady gouged him out and said, "You still have the nerve to say that it was you who failed to take good care of Yaoyao, and that's why this happened!"
Qin Songyao sniffed, her voice dry and hoarse, "Grandma, I don't blame Ayan."
"Good boy, grandma knows you are good." The old man didn't care that Bo Siyan was still holding Qin Songyao. He stepped forward and took Qin Songyao's hand and murmured, "Stay at home, grandma will support you and give you a one-time payment."
You control him firmly and let him treat you well in the future."
Do you care about Si Yan?
Qin Songyao thought about it in his heart.
There were people in Bo's mansion, so she couldn't live happily, but Bo Siyan could live happily.
There are people in the old house. She is not happy, and neither is Bo Siyan.
To sum up: the old house is great!
She sniffed and said, "Grandma, Ayan is very busy..."
"Busy?" The old lady raised her voice, "No matter how busy I am, will I still have no time to accompany you?"
Qin Songyao bit his mouth reservedly.
She opened her mouth and wanted to say two more lines.
Bao Siyan weighed her deliberately.
She immediately looked at Bo Siyan, biting her lip in a pretentious manner, "Ayan, am I too heavy? You can't hold me, so put me down and I'll walk by myself."
As he said that, he wiped his sweat.
"You're all sweating."
Bao Siyan glanced at her.
The old lady saw this and couldn't help but hit Bao Siyan on the forehead.
Since taking over the Bo family, Bao Siyan has rarely been treated like this by his grandmother. For a moment, he was confused.
"What are you looking at? You haven't carried Yaoyao to the small building in the south. You are not obedient at all. You just know how to bully Yaoyao!"
Bao Siyan clicked his tongue inwardly, lowered his head, and found Qin Songyao blinking his big eyes, looking at him as if he was watching a show.
OK.
You want to live in an old house, right?
He let her live as long as she could.
Thinking like this, he didn't refute the old lady, and headed south with the person in his arms.
Along the way, we passed the lotus pond.
Qin Songyao said something sad about the spring and sad about the autumn: "If the baby is here, he will be able to pick lotus pods with us by this time next year."
Bo Siyan: "..."
A two-month-old child picks lotus pods, what kind of monster is she carrying?
Qin Songyao seemed to know what he was thinking, turned around and said to him: "What I mean is, I'm holding the baby, and you can pick it up."
Oh, I also want to enslave him to pick lotus pods.
Stop dreaming.
Qin Songyao didn't care whether his face smelled bad or not, he kept making noise all the way until he arrived at the small foreign-style building.
Only then did she realize that the whole house was in a fairy tale style. The sofa was placed against the window, and there were books and flowers on the back of the sofa.