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Originally, she planned to return to the small apartment that he lived in, but he refused. She thought that it would be a weekend tomorrow and that she should let the child go home.

At least the old man hadn't seen Bo Anjin in a long time.

She could not just forget the old man in her house.

He sat in the driver's seat and looked at Qiao Chunan's expression through the rearview mirror. He asked casually, "Are you unhappy?"

With regard to the expression on his face, he could clearly distinguish it.

He thought she should be happy that he had introduced her to someone today.

He didn't expect that he would be so depressed.

"I've had a good time. Thank you for what you've done for me today."

After hearing Qiao Chuan An's thanks, Xiu Nan was not only not happy, his mood turned from happy to gloomy.

He and Joachim had been too polite, too polite, not between a couple, not between them.

He did not know what he was thinking, nor did he know what relation he had to the emperor.

When the three of them returned to the Bo family, the old man still hadn't slept. Seeing the three of them dressed like this, a trace of gratification flashed in his eyes.

He didn't think he was far from his grandson's marriage.

No one knew what Old Man Bo was thinking, but just as he was about to be carried to bed, Bo Anjin suddenly woke up.

Seeing the familiar surroundings, Bo Anjin looked around but didn't see Qiao Chuan An. He opened his mouth and said with a tearful voice, "Dad, where is Aunt Qiao? Does Auntie Qiao not want me anymore? "

As soon as Qiao Chao An finished using the toilet, he heard Bo An Jin's crying and quickly walked towards her room.

"An An, what's wrong?"

Hearing Qiao Chu An's voice, the tear-stained Bo An Jin immediately grinned, "Aunt Qiao, you're still here? I thought you didn't want me anymore. "

"An'an is so cute, how could I not?" Qiao Chunan patted Bo Anjin's head. His expression was very gentle, and his words were like the spring rain. This caused Bo Anjin's uneasy heart to immediately calm down.

Bo Anjin really enjoyed this lifestyle. Every day, his parents would send him to school and pick him up after work.

He would not be told by the children in kindergarten that he was a motherless child.

He could pull Jojouan along and tell the children who said he had no mother that this was his mother.

He wanted Jojoun to be his mother, but Jojouan was not his mother yet, so Bo Anjin always felt uneasy.

Auntie Qiao was afraid that one day, she would no longer be his mother.

"Then, Auntie Qiao, can you promise me to stay here with me? I'm afraid that you'll leave if I fall asleep." Although Bo Anjin took Qiao Chuan's words to heart, he was still afraid.

The smile on Qiao Chuan An's face was still very gentle. After patting Bo Anjin's head, he got him to wash up and then sat down on the bed to tell him a story.

When the topic came to the point where Bo Anjin was about to fall asleep, Qiao Chuanan was about to leave when he suddenly heard a mutter from Bo Anjin, "Mom."

When he heard the name 'Bo Anjin', tears began to flow down his face.

In order not to let the Shuriken see that something was wrong, he turned and left.

When she came to the Bo house, the steward had prepared a guest room for Jojouan.

After seeing the look on Qiao Chunan's face, Bo Xiuran was a little worried, so he followed him out.

"What's wrong?" The thin Xiuran touched Qiao Chuan An's hair behind his back, his expression softening a bit. It was no longer as indifferent as before.

"Nothing." Qiao Chao An wiped the water from his eyes. He turned his head to look at the Xiu Lan. His eyes were shining, making him look even more pitiful.

Baoshu saw the look on Qiao Chunan's face, and his heart skipped a beat. He lowered his head, and just as his lips were about to reach Qiao Chunan's face, he was dodged by Qiao Chunan.

"Chu An, we are in a relationship of a man and a woman." The thin one held him in her arms, her voice a little hoarse.

Qiao Chunan felt his heart beat a little fast, but he still felt vexed over the relationship between the two of them.

She was somewhat against being in close contact with others, but as a couple, she couldn't possibly be lacking in close relationships.

"Give me some time." Qiao Chunan pressed his hands against the thin shaman's chest, his face was full of shyness. The sadness caused by the mother's name had dissipated by a lot.

Baoshu let out a light sigh and brought Jojouan into the guest room.

"I saw that you were in a bad mood. What was the reason?" It wasn't that he needed to be clear about what was going on, it was just that he felt that the communication between the two of them was too little.

In the past, he was used to using her as a cut-in point, but without her, he found that she was basically unable to talk to him.

"No reason." Joachim did not want to talk about it.

She had told him about it before, and she had told him then and there that he didn't mind, but she didn't want to talk about it now.

She missed her children.

Especially when Bo Anjin was calling her mother in her dreams, she wondered if her child would call her mother in his sleep as well.

She didn't know anything about the child.

He didn't even know what kind of person the child's father was, much less what would happen to the child's mother.

Even though she kept comforting herself that if that person could use such a high price to impregnate her, he would definitely treat the child well.

However, this self-consolation, in one day did not know the news of her child, her heart can not really calm down.

"If you have anything to tell me, I can definitely help you." Baoshu held Qiao Chunan's hand with a serious expression on his face. He was solemnly making a promise to Qiao Chunan.

Qiao Chunan raised his head and looked at her. His heart felt warm as the expression on his face softened.

Thinking about the power of the emollient, he thought he might be able to find out something about her child.

She didn't want to do anything, she just wanted to know how the baby was doing.

He opened his mouth, but in the end, Qiao Chuan shook his head and did not speak of what had happened at the bottom of his heart.

She felt that she was willing to accept her past, but not necessarily willing to help her with it.

No matter when the child was born, she did give birth to a child.

If she had been focusing her energy on that child, she would not have wanted it.

Seeing that he had no intention of talking, Bian knew that he was tired and prepared to leave.