Bo's mother realized that she had said something wrong, and quickly changed her words and said with a smile: "Well, he actually hates it the most. He hates eating other people's leftovers, so... Well, Qiqi, do you want it?"
Make a new one?"
As Bo's mother spoke, she involuntarily ordered the housekeeper to prepare something, and then urged Qi Qi to do it.
"Boqing, you're back." Bo's mother was sitting in the living room, happily eating the last piece of mango cake, and then said hello to Boqing.[
Boqing nodded, casually threw the car key on the table with a snap, changed her shoes, and headed upstairs.
After taking two steps, he seemed to have thought of something. He turned his head and looked at Bo's mother. His beautiful thin lips were slightly opened, and he said in a low and charming voice: "...Is she... feeling better?"
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"It's much better." Bo's mother waved her hand, then pointed to the kitchen: "I'm going to make you a cake again, saying it's to make up for your birthday gift."
"Well, she actually prepared it yesterday. It was a cake, but she was too embarrassed to take it out."
Bo Qing frowned, and her whole body suddenly regained its soft and cool breath. She raised her eyebrows, looked at Bo's mother, and asked softly: "Where's the cake?"
"No." Bo's mother pointed to the remaining leftovers in front of her: "It's mango flavored. I'll kill it for you, so you don't have to suffer."
Bo Qing frowned, a layer of displeasure clearly slipped through her eyes, her pale lips were slightly smudged, and she looked at Bo's mother.
Bo's mother smiled awkwardly and put down the knife: "Well, you can't eat mangoes, so she doesn't know..."
"So I ate it for you. I know you are afraid of her..."
Boqing nodded slightly, with a hint of surprise on his expression, raised his lips, smiled slightly, and then said softly: "Actually... I like to eat everything he makes."
When Bo's mother heard this, she became slightly anxious: "Even if you like to eat, you can't risk your life!"
