The answer to her was Bo Jingxing's unconcealable laughter.

Qin Yiren was so angry that she flattered her mouth and gave up the idea of ​​comforting him. She ran downstairs in one go, and almost ran to the aunt who was cleaning up her head.

"Miss Qin."

The aunt was startled and looked at her in shock, asking worriedly: "Your face is so red. The temperature is abnormal these days. Do you have a fever..."

"Thank you, I'm fine."

Sorry, he smiled, and Qin Yiren ran into the kitchen like a gust of wind and explained: "Auntie, I'll make today's breakfast."

"Ah, OK."

The aunt wondered for a moment, then looked at the direction where Qin Yiren ran down, and suddenly realized that she smiled with an aunt on her face.

On weekdays, she saw that Bo Jingxing and Qin Yiren had a very good relationship, but she lacked some physical intimacy. She just saw Miss Qin being so shy, could it be...

As a person who has experienced it, the aunt endured her laughter and remembered that she used to be a beautiful time when she was a little girl.

then.

When Bo Jingxing came to the hall in a neatly dressed manner, the aunt came forward with great enthusiasm, winked and said with hints: "Mr. Bo, Miss Qin seems to be in a good mood. You should pay attention to coax her a little."

Bo Jingxing thought about something and did not understand the causal relationship between the two.

But he had always been willing to coax his lover, and immediately nodded slightly and said, "I can."

"That's good." The aunt patted her chest, posing like a person who had experienced it, and lowered her voice mysteriously: "Listen to me, girls are often shy at this time, you'd better..."

"Aunt!"

Qin Yiren, who was hiding in the kitchen, heard Bo Jingxing's voice and jumped out to interrupt his aunt. Without saying a word, he grabbed Bo Jingxing's sleeve and pulled him directly into the restaurant.

"Hmm?" Bo Jingxing looked at the little woman with a blushing cheek and asked leisurely: "Why don't you let me listen to my aunt?"

Qin Yiren glared at him with a angrily accused: "It's all your fault that you said strange things early in the morning, which caused the aunt to misunderstand..."

"Strange?" Bo Jingxing pulled open the chair and let her sit down, gracefully and calmly as if nothing had happened. "What did she misunderstand?"

Qin Yi stared at him angrily, confirming the man's intentionality, "You..."

Not finished speaking.

She saw the smile in the man's eyes, and silently picked up the bread and took it, so as not to accidentally say something ambiguous and make her fall into the pit.

Bo Jingxing laughed and poured her a glass of juice to show reconciliation. He naturally changed the topic: "I heard that Aunt Qin prefers cheongsams with a sense of history. I asked someone to find two in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and they happened to be delivered this morning.

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Qin Yiren opened her eyes slightly, picked up her cup and took a sip of the juice, and asked in confusion: "Where did you hear about it?"

Because she lacked the memories of about six years before, she didn't know what her mother liked now.

I asked Qin Er occasionally before, but I only received an understatement of answers. I obviously didn't want her to worry too much.

"From Aunt Qin's friend."

Bo Jingxing didn't care, and met Qin Yiren's slightly complicated gaze, and continued with a chuckling, "They are your family, and I should be no matter how serious I am, or do you like me to secretly ask about Aunt Qin's preferences?"

“It’s not the problem.”

Qin Yiren shook her head, guessing that the news Bo Jingxing found was definitely not just her mother's preference.

But she didn't see through some things, and she didn't follow the truth. "I just thought, you spent a lot of effort. If my elders didn't recognize you, would you be very disappointed?"

"... Maybe." Bo Jingxing thought for a while and said with a gentle expression: "But I won't back down until they agree."

The slender eyelashes trembled, and Qin Yiren lowered her eyes and prayed that everything would go well next.

Even though the elders at home like Chu Xinian to be their future son-in-law, Bo Jingxing is visiting him now, at least don’t make things too stiff, otherwise…

Concerning the family background of the Bo family, Qin Yiren dared not think about it carefully.

The two of them ended their breakfast with their own thoughts and walked out of the villa with their hands in hand. The driver and the car were waiting in the garden.

Overnight.

There was a thin layer of snow outside, and the rustling sound was heard on it. The sky was blue without any haze, making people feel very happy.

Looking up at the blue sky, Qin Yiren took a deep breath silently.

"Xiaoqian, believe me, huh?" Bo Jingxing opened the car door for her and said solemnly: "I promise, I will perform well."

Qin Yiren smiled, "I believe in you."

Bent over and sat into the car, she still maintained a position of connecting with him, looking sideways at the scenery passing by outside the car window.

I deliberately staggered the morning rush hour, and it went smoothly along the way.

The black car slowly stopped in front of the Qin family villa, and Qin Er was ready to wait in the garden.

At this moment, Qin Yiren and Bo Jingxing came out of the car one after another. He naturally went straight to his sister, nodded and said hello to Bo Jingxing, and exposed his sister's control attributes inquiring about his well-being.

"Brother, mom..." Qin Yiren paused, "How is she?"

Qin Er looked at her with distress, understood what she said, and leaned beside her and whispered: "She is very happy that you brought your boyfriend back. This is your home. You don't have to be restrained, just take it easy."

Qin Yiren listened and nodded obediently.

I looked up at the strange villa in front of me, and my snow-white palms quietly burst into sweat.

As the saying goes, she is timid in the hometown. She finally arranged everything, but she didn't expect that when things came, she herself was the most nervous one.

"Xiaoqian, come with me."

Bo Jingxing looked at the distance between Qin Er and Qin Yiren in unhappiness, held her hand in front of her, and took her up the stairs of the villa.

When I opened the door, the warm air in the villa came to my face.

The Qin family's mother was wearing a coat and sat nearest to the door, watching them come in looking forward.

As soon as she saw Qin Yiren, her eyes immediately turned red, and she choked up after calling her name: "Yiren..."

"……Mother."

Qin Yiren froze and came to the relatively unfamiliar relatives with his hands and feet, and tried his best to introduce them naturally: "This is Bo Jingxing, my college classmate, and...my boyfriend."

The mother of the Qin family pursed her lips and looked at Bo Jingxing with a loving look, and said gently: "Welcome, Mr. Bo."

"Thank you aunt."

Bo Jingxing finished speaking.

His driver followed him in, carrying seven or eight gift boxes of different styles in his hand. His common feature is that he is very delicate and looks very valuable.
Chapter completed!