Bo Qichen was taking a rest after closing his eyes. Hearing a knock on the door, he turned around and greeted the little woman with an embarrassed face. "Boss, would you like to go to my house and have a seat? By the way, I'll see Bo Ye and Cheng."

Bo Qichen's eyes flickered, "today is not Saturday."

"I know, but since you've come here, it's OK to have a look. Anyway, the child is yours, and you have a share."

She scratched her hair and stepped on her toes. It seemed that she didn't feel very good. It seemed that she had gone too far.

Bo Qichen smiled.

This is the first time she has invited him to her house.

Representative, she has gradually accepted him since she was afraid of him.

The rare smile on the handsome and cold face of the man seemed to be the melting of snow and ice. Tang Qingge said in secret that it was terrible. The cold and indifferent man really couldn't laugh. When he smiled, her heart leaped.

"Get in the car."

"Well?"

Bo Qichen explained, "the toys Tang Cheng asked for last time and the books Bo ye asked for were originally intended to be bought and delivered by Fu Bo. Since I came here tonight, I will buy them by the way."

Tang Qingge doesn't know that Bo Ye likes reading, nor what he likes. Bo Ye's IQ is very high, and the books in the kindergarten can't seem to satisfy him, so he hasn't known what kind of education should be given to Bo Ye. At least for now, it seems that he is not suitable to stay in the kindergarten.

Tang Qingge's heart moved. "Then I'll come with you."

"Yes."

Tang Cheng's toys can be bought in the supermarket. It happened that there was a bookstore near the supermarket. After entering the bookstore, Bo Qichen spent a few minutes to pick up a Russian book for Bo Ye. At least Tang Qingge was well educated since childhood. When she read this Russian book, she felt it was not simple.

Her son's IQ is not a little high, but very high.

But at the thought that Bo Ye's high IQ is accompanied by autism, she feels uncomfortable.

For five years, she didn't know how he grew up.

Perhaps seeing Tang Qingge's puzzled and sad eyes, Bo Qichen gathered his eyes and said for a while, "if you want to know about Bo Ye, we can go and I'll tell you later."

Tang Qingge's eyes lit up.

Bo Qichen told the driver to go first. After picking up the books and toys, they walked out of the bookstore. At night, the moon was bright and the stars were dim. There was only a man's voice, "Bo Ye's autism was diagnosed by the doctor not long after he came to the villa. At first, Fu Bo found that he was different from other babies. He didn't cry or laugh. Later, a servant accidentally scratched his skin with his fingernails. He didn't cry. Fu Bo found something wrong and sued me."

Tang Qingge was shocked and asked urgently, "then?"

Bo Qichen was unwilling to tell her these things, but he said, "the doctor said that he had low pain and that a normal child could babble as early as nine months old, but Bo Ye never said a word. Based on these, the doctor gave him some tests and later proved that he did have autism."

"However, his IQ is very high. When we talk, he will subconsciously turn his head to look at the speaker, that is, he can understand us. In order to verify this, I said I would go to the kitchen to get him milk, and his eyes subconsciously fell into the freezer in the kitchen, but when I deliberately took the wrong orange juice, his eyebrows would twist."

Tang Qingge was confused.

At that time, he was only a little over one year old. The one-year-old child could understand people's words. What was it about his superior IQ?