Chapter 2190： I want to talk to me.

Chapter 2190 wants to talk to me

Chapter 2192 wants to talk to me

I always know how to look at people's faces.

More understand the mood of people.

But at this moment, he did not care about the mood of cloud painting at all, no, or he had already understood the mood of cloud painting, but he still insisted.

Cloud painting does not understand.

The emotional intelligence of the trip is not so low, and it will not deliberately do something that she is not happy. She will not deliberately say that she is not happy. What is wrong with this now?

On this topic, cloud paintings and looking around for a while.

In the end, an incredible thought flashed in her mind.

The cloud painting squatted down and sat on the sofa with a pocket. "Take a pocket, you tell my mother, why do you always want to bring me to your uncle?"

Some of my eyes are dodging, "Bobby Uncle likes you."

"really?"

"Of course it is true!" The tone of the pocket is very firm.

The cloud painting was silent and asked, "Is there really only one reason?"

"Yes." He squinted his eyes and looked innocent.

The cloud painting was teased by him. "Take a little kid, be serious, I hope you can tell the truth. Is there really only one reason?"

"... um." The pocket was obviously guilty, but he still nodded his teeth and insisted on himself for this reason.

Cloud painting support.

She sighed and asked, "It’s because you like thin uncle too, so you want Uncle Bo to be your father, right? You want a dad, are you?"

"I also like Uncle Bo? Yes, I also like Uncle Bo. Mom, why do you use 'also'? Use the word 'also', does it mean that except me, you also like Uncle Bo? We both I like thin uncles to use 'also'. "The light in the eyes flashed.

The cloud painting took a sip of the mouth and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and screwed it on the soft, white cheeks. "If you are fine, you will be swearing words right?"

"It was." He snorted. "Mom, you think so in your heart, so you will say this on your mouth."

The cloud painting knows that it’s a bit of a slap in the air, and there’s no way to take him, but she’s not saying this.

"Take a pocket, I don't like to like Uncle Bo, it doesn't matter. He doesn't like me. It doesn't matter." Cloud paintings take a pocket and look very serious. "Going around, you have to know that there will always be too many in this world." It’s a last resort. The world of adults is simple and simple. It’s complicated and complicated. People... have choices. Now this is my choice with your uncle.”

"Mom, what are you talking about..." frowning.

Cloud painting hugs his son and whispers, "Going, my mother is very serious and very serious to tell you that you, Uncle Bo and me, can't have any possibility in your imagination, he can't be your father. Going around, if you Just because you like Uncle Bo, you just want to be a dad, you want to match me with your uncle, then don't, don't you know? Mom's decision is not casual. Can you understand me?"

After watching the cloud painting for a while, I finally felt depressed and nodded. "I can understand."

"Then can you support me?" asked the cloud painting.

I squinted and refused to speak.

Cloud painting continues to ask, "Going around, mother needs your support, it needs a lot. Can you support your mother?"

I finally looked at the cloud painting, and my eyes were very disappointing. "Mom, don't you really think about being with Uncle Bo?"

"No." The cloud painting is very firm.

When you say this word, the heart is like a needle.

I understand the mood of cloud painting and know what the cloud painting looks like. If she says so firmly, it will definitely be irreparable.

In the end, I could only slap my head and nod. "Okay, Mom, I know, I will not say it later. I will also call him thin... thin."

"Thank you for going around." Cloud painting holding a pocket and kissing his cheek, "I'm sorry, I can't give you a dad."

"Actually, I don't want a daddy anymore." I said, "I can take care of myself and take good care of you. Besides, my grandparents, I have a big brother... I don't need my father."

Ming knows that the pocket is hard in the mouth, and the cloud painting has not been removed. After all, he can only be hard. When people have no hope, they can only use their mouths to cover up their weaknesses.

Things to go around need to be cleaned up.

His clothes, his medicine, his daily necessities, these are the ones he used to use.

In the M country, the environment makes it happen, so that the majority of the children on the other side, the demand for material is not high, what they want, they will be more inclined to fight for themselves, if it is broken or lost, It is necessary to accept the lost result.

It’s like a cup of water. It was the gift that Zhou Sheng Beiqian gave him after he learned to play scooter when he was four years old. He used it all the time, the cups are a little discolored, but he still insists on using it. And it makes sense and it is everywhere.

There is also one of his clothes, the commemorative shirt that he supported the wolf to win the championship, and the signature of the wolf star quarterback. He is reluctant to wear it, but he often takes it out to dry. He said that the shirt will give He is strong.

Of course, these things are not too many, and the real ones are the carvings.

His knives, as well as the wood, stone he used to practice carving, and the work he has already done, must have at least two large boxes.

"These can be placed in your room," said the cloud painting.

Nodded and silently continued to pack up what he was going to take.

When the cloud painting picked up a portrait of a woodcarving, he glanced around and said, "Mom, the woodcarving that you hide like a baby is a thin uncle... is it a thin hand?" You have been for a long time, you are not willing to use it for me, even the knives that I am not allowed to see, are also given to you?"

Cloud painting lips.

I snorted and said, "I was not sure before, but now I am completely sure. But Mom, have you known Bo Xi for a long time? But why are you... at first, you don’t know it at all? No, you know him. But pretend not to know, and he really does not know you. Mom, thin, is he... amnesia?"

Cloud painting took a look, "How do you say so much."

"Curious." Sighed, "Oh, mom, I won't ask so much in the future."

He packed up the last thing and went back to hug the neck of the cloud painting. "Mom, I know that you are more sad than anyone else. I will not take this thing for you anymore. I just want my mother to be good. Be happy, I want my mother to be happy."

Cloud painting sighed in the bottom of my heart and held my son a little tighter.

Not long after, Zheng Zheng came over and knocked on the door.

"What else to pack, need help?" asked Zheng Yue.

I immediately pointed to the two boxes that had been packed. "Thank you for your grandfather, they are all packed."

"Then I will take people away. When you get to S City, they will appear in your room."

"Thank you for your grandfather."

Ji Yan went out to investigate, and the schedule arranged by the office was not to be returned until tomorrow. They did not wait for the cloud painting. They called Ji Yan and gave a phone call to Mengxi, and went directly to the airport.

It is already more than eight o'clock in the evening to arrive at the S city airport.

I said that I was a little hungry, and the cloud painting took him to eat something at the airport.

“Have you eaten?” Talking about Zheng Yue’s question, “Would you like something to eat?”

I waved my head and said, "No need for a grandfather, I am full. Let's go."

"Well, let me call and let them drive the car from the parking lot." Talk to Zheng Yuedao.

Afterwards, the family pushed a small amount of carry-on baggage and went to the parking waiting area in front of the airport building. Here, in order to prevent the long-term stay of the pick-up and drop-off machine, there are always parking, usually 5 minutes to 8 minutes. Not waiting. The departure time for the departure floor in S city is 6 minutes.

I used to say that I had to eat. Talking about Zheng Yue left the car that had already picked them up and went to the parking lot to wait. This time, the driver was allowed to drive.

Going out from the nearest exit, going directly to the parking area, at the 7th gate, just after the glass door, I took the sleeves of the clouds.

Cloud painting looked down at him. "What?"

I bit my lip and pointed to the front, "thin...hey."

Cloud paintings also quickly looked up and looked at the past.

Sure enough, the car parked in the parking area outside the gate No. 7 stood next to a person, but it was not a thin board.

Seeing them coming out, Bo Siqing walked over and took the baggage directly from Zheng Yue. "Get on the bus."

"How are you here?" Cloud frowns.

Bo Siqing did not answer immediately, but raised his wrist and looked at the watch. "I have stopped for 4 minutes, and I have timed out in 2 minutes."

Talking about Zheng Yue slightly frowning, "Let's go first, our car is coming."

Bo Siqing was silent for a few seconds and looked at Zheng Yue. "Talking uncle, isn't it all the same?"

Zheng Zheng is not willing to give in.

In the end, the cloud painting was open. "Dad, let's get on the bus first. The time for blocking here is a fine penalty. The key is to block the car behind. There are a lot of vehicles for pick-up and drop-off."

In the words of her daughter, Zheng Yue naturally would not refute, but she was somewhat dissatisfied. She did not say anything in the end, and she walked quickly to the car.

Bo Siqing also hurriedly walked over and opened the rear door. After Zheng Zheng and the ride on the car, he closed the door and opened the front passenger's door.

The timeout is really bad. It’s not that the penalty can’t be deducted, but it’s not ethical. The time limit for the pick-up and drop-off of the airport is to prevent traffic jams. Normal people should abide by the regulations.

The cloud painting was not tweaked and quickly got on the bus.

Bo Siqing also stepped into the car and immediately started the car, and drove out of the time limit area within a limited time.

After leaving the airport road, the cloud painting looked at Bo Siqing and asked: "How come so smart? Are you coming to give away or pick up?"

This problem is also strange to the cloud paintings. There are only a handful of people who can be sent or received by Bosi, and there are only a handful of people who can't ride the civil aviation.

and so……

"Unfortunately, I will pick you up."

Cloud painting is silent, I don't know what to say.

It was a slap in the face, and I was surprised. "Bo Shu... oh, how do you know when we came out?"

"I know when you are about to get off the plane." Bo Siqing replied.

I blinked. "But after we got off the plane, we went to eat again. It’s almost an hour before we get off the plane."

Bosi Qing smiled and said nothing.

But the look of the cloud painting to him is very complicated.

On the other side of the airport road, when parking is limited, she seems to have imagined that he is constantly driving the circle of the car, driving up, leaving in the specified time, then coming up, going on, going back and forth...

Circle and circle, until now, I met them.

The chest of the cloud painting is very stuffy, like a big stone.

Along the way, the cloud painting did not say anything, and Bo Siqing had been chatting with him, asking about the situation of living in Kunming these days. The two chatted very smoothly.

Has been sent to the door of the house, Bo Siqing got off the bus, helped them get off the few carry-on baggage, and the drivers and bodyguards who followed him came over, helping to carry the things that were checked in, as well as carry-on. All of the luggage was taken into the house.

Talking about Zheng Yue’s holding a pocket has already entered.

Bo Siqing stood next to the car and smiled and smiled. "If I have something, I will leave."

Cloud painting looked at him silently, did not speak.

He hooked his lips and turned and opened the door of the cab.

"You have nothing else today?" At the moment he was about to get on the bus, the cloud painting finally couldn't help but ask.

His movements froze, stand up again, turn and look at her, "Well?"

"You have to spend so much effort today, just to pick us up?" asked Yun.

Bo Siqing raised his eyebrows and smiled. "I haven't seen a long time, I want to see him."

Cloud painting does not believe this reason. "Are you not frequent video with him?"

"The video is different from seeing a real person."

"Even if you want to see a trip, there is no need to waste that time blocking us at the airport?" Yun said, "Take a bag, you can always see him."

After the cloud painting was finished, Bo Siqing was helpless. One hand hugged his chest. Before the other hand, the other hand swayed and gently scratched his forehead. "I was dismantled by you? Actually, I don't want to see a pocket."

He looked up at her and said, "I want to see you."

The heart of the cloud painting, "咚", jumped out and screamed too powerfully, scaring herself.

She licked her lips, didn't talk, just looked at him, her eyes were light.

Bo Siqing’s eyes are very deep. “Drawing, I am getting engaged next week. You...do you want to tell me?”

The blood on the face of the cloud painting suddenly faded.

Without makeup, she had no blushing cover, her face was pale and her throat was tight.

Only three seconds later, she had a perfect smile on her face. "Of course."

"Oh, what?" he asked.

Cloud paintings look at him, the standard of smile is like a textbook, "Congratulations."

(End of this chapter)