The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 2039 Who are you bothering in the middle of the night?

There was no space for the wheelchair to get in or out, so the servant couldn't help but ask, "Miss Song, how did you get down?"

"Are you asking me?" Song Yuan raised her head. Although she was sitting, her expression was condescending. "Who do you think you are to talk to me?"

"Oh."

The servant curled his lips and looked unhappy. Anyway, he was standing behind the wheelchair, so Song Yuan couldn't see his expression.

The hosts are all kind. They think that you are just a guest who stays here for no reason, but you have to be prepared for the hosts to order the servants around. How can you be so noble?

Since the guest didn't let him go, he just stood there, pretending that he couldn't do anything about the steps.

Song Yuan waited for a while, but this servant's eyesight was too poor. She became more and more impatient and slammed the armrest of the wheelchair with her clenched hands.

He scolded, "What are you standing for? Lift it up!"

The servant's eyes widened, "Miss Song, where are you carrying it?"

"Lift the wheelchair! Where else can you lift it? Who are you to touch me?"

The servant rolled his eyes, thinking that he was unlucky, and struggled to lift the wheelchair up the stairs and pushed it to the entrance. Song Yuan let him get off as if giving alms, and he turned around and left, going back to his residence to complain to everyone.

Song Yuan walked in anxiously. Bo Yanqing and Nan Jiaojiao were no longer in the living room. Only the two children were left.

Xixi knocked over some of the stacked building blocks. Bo Qingshan was beside her and helped her build them. There were two bags of snacks lying open next to them, which had not been tidied up yet. There were two open bags on the coffee table. Xixi's mouth was puffy and there were biscuit crumbs at the corners of her mouth.

It's so dirty! Song Yuan turned her wheelchair and passed by but kept a distance, not getting too close. She smiled gently and asked, "Qingshan, where is your third uncle?"

Bo Qingshan looked up and glanced at her, then lowered his head again, "Of course my third uncle will accompany my third aunt back to the room. What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

Song Yuan held onto the wheelchair armrests, took a deep breath, and suppressed the emotions surging in her heart. "I have something to say to my third brother. They may not be asleep yet, why don't I go upstairs and look for him?"

"What are you doing up there?"

Bo Qingshan really felt that this woman had no sense of propriety at all. She despised their two children, but still insisted on coming over to talk to them. Moreover, she seemed not to understand what they were saying. She just said a few words to go through the motions and turned to go to the stairs.

Bo Qingshan stopped her, "Sister Jiaojiao is used to taking a bath when she gets home. My uncle is waiting on her. They are all very close to each other. What are you doing up there now? Can't you wait until tomorrow to say what you want to say? Besides, the servants are all asleep. Who is going to carry you up there with your wheelchair?"

Song Yuan bit her lip, "I, I can go up by myself."

"Aren't you injured and unable to stand up? Why are you struggling in the middle of the night? I'm just a child. If you fall, will I be able to move you?"

Song Yuan just wanted to make some noise so that Bo Yanqing could hear it. If she really fell, that would be fine, because there was no one else around, and her third brother would definitely pick her up.

But Bo Qingshan's words were so harsh that even if she had such thoughts, she didn't have the face to take any further action after hearing these words.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Bo Qingshan stopped arguing with her.

About half an hour later, Bo Yanqing came downstairs. He was wearing a two-piece, short-sleeved pajamas made of silk. It stuck to his body when he walked. The breeze blew in and touched his loose collar, lifting the clothes slightly and fitting them tightly on his body as he went downstairs.

He had taken a shower, and a strand of hair was hanging on his brow bone, wet by the water, curving naturally, and the edges of his facial features were clearly defined.