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

"Okay, grandma will be at home waiting for you after school. You must listen to your teachers and get along well with other children. When you get home, tell grandma about the interesting things that happened in kindergarten."

Old Mrs. Bo only had Sissi in her eyes. The little girl had a chubby face and she could never pinch it enough. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were all pushed together. But when her eyes fell on Bo Qingshan's face, which was getting rougher and rougher, her smile disappeared in a second.

"Eat well and leave quickly, study hard!"

Bo Qingshan: “…”

Sometimes he really wants to do a paternity test because he misses his biological parents so much who only come back once or twice a year.

Who isn’t a baby? Huh!

"understood!"

Bo Qingshan stood up with a fierce look on his face, and stretched his hands towards the back of the chair as usual, but his hands were empty.

"Hey, where's my schoolbag?"

"Who are you asking?" The old lady slapped him on the back of the head. "You even forgot your own schoolbag. What kind of book are you reading?"

Bo Qingshan was about to burst into tears, and hummed softly: "I packed it last night, can't I just go up and get it..."

The old lady glared at him.

Bo Qingshan ran away.

"Young master, let me get it down for you." Auntie Wu came down from upstairs with a black schoolbag in her hand.

Bo Qingshan was so excited that he felt more friendly than seeing his own family. He ran over to say thank you first, then took the schoolbag and put it on his back.

Wu Ma helped him tidy up. "The desk is very clean. You should have brought everything you need. I didn't touch anything."

Bo Qingshan nodded, and a crisp cracking sound came from under the door.

The sound was still harsh even through the door, and scared Bo Qingshan back the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He quickly found the door.

"There's a sound coming from the guest room," Bo Qingshan frowned, subconsciously feeling disgusted, but out of politeness, he decided not to pretend to be deaf. "Grandma Wu, please go in and take a look. I'm at the door. Call me if there's anything unusual." Everyone heard the sound. Aunt Wu looked at the old lady inquiringly, and the latter glanced at the door.

Aunt Wu understood what she meant and knocked on the door first, "Miss Song, are you in there? What happened?"

There was no human voice inside, but there were rustling sounds.

Aunt Wu knocked on the door again, "Miss Song, is it convenient? I'm coming in."

Still no one spoke, but a cry similar to that of pain could be clearly heard.

Aunt Wu didn't delay any longer and pushed the door open decisively. She was shocked by the situation in front of her.

Song Yuan's half body was outside the bed. She held on to the edge tightly, supporting herself with her waist and abdomen. Her center of gravity was unstable and she could fall off the bed at any time.

The kettle and cups were broken into pieces.

"Miss Song, what happened to you..." Aunt Wu walked around the debris on the ground and helped Song Yuan into bed. Only then did she see the cut on her hand and immediately exclaimed, "Miss Song, what happened to you?"

Song Yuan's face was covered with tears. She fell forward, her face was flushed, and there was dense beads of sweat on the tip of her nose. Perhaps she felt that she was too embarrassed, so she bit her lip and cried.

"Auntie Wu, I'm sorry, I wanted to drink some water, but I couldn't reach it, and I accidentally dropped the kettle."

"Don't worry about the kettle. Your hand is injured. I'll get a doctor right away. Just bear with it."

Song Yuan cried and said, "Thank you."

As soon as Aunt Wu went out, she told the old lady about this and then called the doctor.

The old lady asked Bo Yanqing and the others to leave first, and she would take care of the household matters.

He had originally planned to do so, but Song Yuan weakly called out, "Jiao Jiao..." (End of this chapter)