Chapter 48

"I didn't bring a gift today. Next time my uncle will prepare a wonderful gift for you." Bo Xiao looks at Xiaobao's soft and whirring appearance, and is shocked by Meng's heart.

"Good uncle." Xiaobao obediently replied, curiously looking at the uncle he had never seen.

"The meal is ready." By the time Xiaobao came home, the servants had arranged the meal.

"Well, let's go to dinner!"

Xiaobao jumped out of junshiling's arms, but was suddenly pressed back by junshiling's big hand, "wash your hands first."

"Oh." Xiaobao is obediently led by the nurse to wash her hands.

Xia Wanyuan took away the blanket and tried to get up. After a few days of recuperation, Xia Wanyuan's feet have improved a lot, but it is still difficult to walk normally.

Junshiling didn't say a word and went forward to pick Xia Wanyuan up.

A mature perfume of male perfume fills the tip of the nose. Under the inertia, Xia Huai Yuan shoulders the shoulder of the emperor's tomb.

"If I don't take one like this, I'm still alone. It's a dog abuse scene."

Although junshiling still has a cold face, Bo Xiao clearly feels that junshiling is always cold outside. Now he disappears in Xia Wanyuan.

In the past, when the red flag was flying, he thought junshiling would be lonely all the time. But now junshiling has not only found such a beautiful wife, but also a lovely son.

Junshiling takes Xia Wanyuan to the dining table and sits down without giving Bo Xiao half a look.

”Uncle, don't envy me. You will be as happy as my father and mother. "

Xiao Bao washes his hands and goes to Bo Xiao. He grabs Bo Xiao's sleeve and raises his head.

As soon as Bo Xiao lowered his head, he saw that Xiaobao's round eyes were looking at him seriously. He was amused by his serious little face and immediately picked Xiaobao up. "How sweet is your little mouth? You haven't inherited your father at all."

"Because I just had a fudge!" Xiao Bao's voice makes Bo Xiaozhi laugh.

In view of the guests coming, a large table was prepared in the kitchen.

Xia Wanyuan is inconvenient to twist vegetables. Xiaobao not only eats her own food cleverly, but also gives Xia Wanyuan her favorite dishes from time to time. For fear of junshiling's jealousy, she also holds xiaopang's hand to bring junshiling delicious meat from time to time.

"Hoo."

Xiao Bao thinks he's really busy with his meal.

"Have a good meal."

Junshiling frowned and looked at Xiaobao unhappily. He only learned how to use chopsticks, and he always served food to others.

"Mommy, she likes to eat spareribs, but she can't get them."

Xiao Bao pouts. He doesn't want to eat himself. His father is bad.

Junshiling stares at Xiaobao and picks up the chopsticks to Xia Wanyuan to clip several ribs.

"Dad, and shrimp."

Junshiling brought another shrimp to Xia Wanyuan.

Xiaobao was relieved to eat.

Later, without Xiaobao's reminding, when Xia Wanyuan's bowl was empty, junshiling would add her favorite food.

Bo Xiao is watching the interaction of the three people. He doesn't do much and doesn't say anything sensational, but there is an invisible warmth flowing among the three people, which makes Bo Xiao feel a little envious.

The years here are quiet, but Bo's family has caused a great disturbance because of Bo Xiao's return.

"Husband, five years ago, because of that bastard, our wedding was not finished. You can't let him bully us this time."

Mo Ling's eyes are full of hate, but her hand is weak and boneless on Bo Qing's shoulder.

She has been following Bo Qing for decades without any name. She thought that she would never see Bo Qing in her whole life. Unexpectedly, Bo Qing, who was originally ill, successfully entered Bo's family and became Mrs. Bo.

Five years ago, on the day of her wedding with Bo Qing, that bastard found someone to carve it before the wedding and smashed the wedding scene, making her the laughing stock of the whole imperial capital.

She hated Bo Xiao, but Bo's father protected him and sent him abroad. Now he's back.

Over the years, Mo Ling has gradually established herself as the wife of the Bo family. She has a cold light in her eyes. This time, she will let that bastard pay the price, and will never let him rob any property of the Bo family.

It's all for Yi'er, thought Mo Ling.

"Oh, Xiao'er was young and frivolous at that time. His mother had just passed away. I'm sure he couldn't accept it. You can bear it."

Bo Qing felt a little guilty about Bo Xiao in those years. After all, his mistress and illegitimate son came into the house less than a year after his original wife died. What's more, the illegitimate son's age was almost the same as Bo Xiao's, which is very intriguing.

"All right, listen to you."

Hearing Bo Qing's words, Mo Ling felt a chill in her heart and let her endure it again! At that time, Bo Qing made her bear the pain in order to marry someone else. She watched her beloved marry someone else, but she could not bear it.

Then for nearly 20 years, she couldn't see the light. She could only watch Bo Qing and other women perform the drama of deep love in the news. He told her to bear it. Well, for Yi'er's sake, she would bear it.

Now that she's sitting in Mrs. Bo's seat, Bo Yi has become a well-known young master of the Bo family? impossible.

But Mo Ling doesn't refute Bo Qing and Bo Qing's playful heart. But after so many years of standing by Bo Qing's side, she even succeeded in taking the position of Mrs. Bo, relying on this "intimate".

"Yi'er is coming back tomorrow. It's said that the box office of Yi'er's film has exceeded 100 million yuan this time. Husband, are we really good at Yi'er?"

Talking about Bo Yi, Mo Ling's face flashed a look of pride. Bo Yi completely inherited her good looks and was sent into the entertainment industry by her when she was very young.

Bo Yi is good-looking, and Mo Ling will buy marketing for her son behind his back. Soon, Bo Yi is on fire. She has a lot of fans on the Internet, which can be regarded as the traffic idol of the new generation.

At the beginning, Bo Qing didn't like Bo Yi's career and the idea of the older generation. He felt that actors were not serious enough.

But the times are always developing. Bo Qing's film and television company has been losing money in recent years. Unexpectedly, he made several films with Bo Yi. The huge fan group made a lot of money for Bo's film and television company, and Bo Qing gradually accepted Bo Yi.

"Well, he has a strong appeal for this film. His fans have contributed a lot to the box office. This time my investment project has made money. I will reward him when Yi'er comes back tomorrow."

"Good husband." Mo Ling happily put her arms around Bo Qing's neck and printed a red lip on his face.

Bo Qing was touched by the warmth of his face. He lowered his head to kiss the face of Mo Ling. But he saw the wrinkles that covered Mo Ling's face.

Xiao Qin, who met in the clubhouse yesterday, had a good kiss. Bo Qing thought, then he got up and straightened his clothes. "Well, I'll be back tomorrow. There's a meeting in the company tonight, so I won't come back to sleep“

Bo Qing said, picked up the suit coat out of the door, the driver went straight to a well-known club.

Women are the most sensitive and considerate, not to mention Mo Ling, a woman who has been used to observing words and colors for a long time.

In the moment Bo Qing retreats, she is aware of Bo Qing's dislike. Mo Ling picks up the fruit plate beside her and falls out, "bitch!"

In the manor, junshiling was busy with the company's documents in the window of the living room after eating.

A servant wanted to remind junshiling to go to the study. It was quiet, but he was stopped by Uncle Wang.

"Don't remind me."

Wang boyao looks at junshiling. The young master used to work alone in his study every time. He doesn't know the study is quiet.

But the young master has been lonely for a long time. The world of mortals is soft. He has never experienced it. I think he is extremely greedy.

Bo Xiao likes to play with Xiaobao, and Xiaobao also likes to play with this beautiful uncle. After dinner, they sit on the carpet and play with Xiaobao's plane and train.

These are all the things left over from Bo Xiao's childhood. Bo Xiao controls the plane at will and flies out of all kinds of tricky angles and postures, which makes Xiao Bao scream repeatedly.

Xia Wanyuan's legs are inconvenient, quietly leaning on the sofa watching a new TV play, watching with relish.

Junshiling occasionally pulled himself out of the complicated documents and saw the scene in front of him. Even though the room was noisy, he felt quiet.

There was a smile in the corner of his mouth that he didn't even notice.