Qingyu raised his little face and looked at him: "I will grow up too! But it's a little slow. I don't know when I will grow up, but if I can't grow up, you can't dislike me!"

Ji Xuehao: "..."

He didn't react for the moment and looked at her blankly.

Until the little girl lowered her head with a complicated look on her face, stared at her flat chest, and sighed meaningfully.

Only then did he understand!

Don’t go over with a handsome face with a flushed face. He staggered his eyes and didn’t look at her. He let her go: “Qingyu, you are still a child, don’t think about those things for the time being. There are some things that I know in my heart, and it’s impossible until the day of marriage. So, I have the patience to wait for you. You are only thirteen years old, so don’t put too much pressure on yourself.”

Ji Xuehao felt that he must be crazy and actually discussed development issues with girls.

He held her hand awkwardly and walked out: "It's almost time to use supper. You can rest for a while, watch TV, or play with your phone. Let's go down together later."

Her mouth was red, so she would definitely not be able to get out now.

Qingyu didn't think much about it, and naturally sat on Ji Xuehao's bed, leaning on him, saying, "Then you pack your luggage quickly! Get it clean now, it will be convenient when you leave, just take it!"

The little girl looked like she was afraid that she would not leave like her, so she was very nervous.

He also helped him point to a black suitcase in the cabinet not far away: "That, use that, when you go out for a trip, you always use that kind of suitcase!"

Ji Xuehao smiled slightly and replied docitly: "Okay, I will listen to you. From now on, I will listen to whatever you say."

After walking to the cabinet, I picked up the box and opened it. Ji Xuehao really started to choose clothes to bring Ning Guo to his words.

Qingyu didn't watch TV, but just stared at him with a gaze. The more he looked, the more he felt: "Ji Xuehao, why are you so beautiful?"

Ji Xuehao's ears turned red and was praised by the girl he liked, so he was naturally excited: "This is born, there is nothing he can do."

Qingyu said again: "Ji Xuehao, I want to live in Qiao's house too! Since you can't come to the palace, can I move out? You can't let you always pay for me. Ji Xuehao, I don't want to just like you all the time, I want to love you too!"

Maybe I am too young, so I thought about it, and I am not afraid of being ashamed, so I just said it.

Ji Xuehao was just in his prime. After hearing the little girl say such things, his heart was almost sweet.

He stopped cleaning up, looked up at her, and said seriously: "Qingyu, with your words, I will never fall in love with others again in my life. No matter whether you are young or childish, I Ji Xuehao trusted me anyway. Qingyu, don't put too much pressure on yourself. I am willing to follow you to Ningguo Primary School for a while. In the future winter and summer vacations, or when my studies are not busy, I will be willing to see you and accompany you. These things do not need to be rewarded by you. Really. If you really want to repay me, then take care of your own heart. Since you have pretended to be me, don't pretend to be others easily."

"I don't know!" Qingyu answered seriously, his bright black eyes exuding a firmness that made him feel at ease.

Ji Xuehao finally smiled again.

During dinner, I still brought a tray to deliver a pair of four dishes and one soup, which I delivered to Bella's room.

At the same time, the remaining trays were also replaced at noon.

The moment the door opened and changed the tray, Qingrong stood at the door of the room. Looking at the white halo, he saw Bella lying back again, curled up together, covered with a quilt, and covered most of her face.

When Qingmu was about to close the door, Qingrong was a little worried: "Have you eaten?"

Qingmeng nodded.

Qingrong said again: "She didn't eat, right?"

Qingmeng nodded.

Qingrong was unhappy: "Then how can you eat?"

Qingmu's face darkened: "I fell down with her, that's a complete loss!"

"If my girlfriend doesn't eat or drink, I won't eat or drink!" Qingrong said, leaning on her head and whispered in Qingmu's ear: "Bella likes you so much, and she can't stand you suffering. You have good food and drink, and Qingyu has someone to take care of her. She has lost all her worries, so she naturally feels at ease not to eat or drink. You have to use the bitter meat trick!"

I admire the whole person stiffly in place!

He raised his eyes and looked at his elder brother deeply, feeling that he was better than reading for ten years!

But he also responded angrily: "Why didn't you say it at noon?"

Qingrong curled her lips, her handsome face looked a little helpless: "I just thought of it, a bitter plan. If you are injured, it is a huge thing in her heart."

He turned around with a tray, and then walked away with great strides.

Qingmu also called him: "Wait a minute."

He walked forward and whispered in Qingrong's ear: "We will definitely return to China tomorrow. Qingyu and Xuehao's relationship is here. If you are hiding with the Ji family in the future, you'd better take advantage of this evening to find an opportunity to apologize to Sister Xiangrong!"

I was unhappy: "Let's talk about it."

"You are a man, don't think about anything underage. You are not far from adulthood. After all, she is a girl who is waiting for her. You say that someone can't marry her and whoever marry her will be unlucky. Single girls will definitely not be able to stand it after hearing this. You are also a big prince, so don't be so stingy."

After Qingmu finished speaking, he saw that he was still unhappy and sighed: "It's just for Qingyu and Xuehao's sake."

Otherwise, in the future, if everyone’s relatives look up and see each other, they can’t fight to the death like this all their lives, right?

Qingrong still cared about Qingyu's sister. When he thought of Qingyu, he nodded with some struggle: "Well, I understand."

I agreed, but I felt unsure.

He asked alone to come out and talk about apologizing? What kind of style would it be? How could Zhang Wuji have the illusion of Master Mie Jue?

Downstairs, Ji Qingchen and his wife sat on the sofa with Ling Lie.

All the servants in the villa of the owner of the Jiyuan were cleared away, leaving only Ling Lie's personal soldiers to guard the room, and Zhuoran and his son were also serving each other.

Thinking about playing dominoes with Xuehao in the suite with Qingyu. After Qingrong delivered the meal, she stood in a tall green potted plant in the corridor and sent a text message to Ji Xuehao: "Let your sister come out, I'll wait for her on the small terrace on the second floor."

After sending the text message, Qingrong took a few deep breaths, but he was nervous but pretended to be calm and walked towards the direction of the small terrace.

Ji Xuehao read the text message and then handed the phone directly to his sister: "Your Highness said he was waiting for you on the terrace."

I want to silence my lips.
Chapter completed!