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

What's the meaning!
She spoke first, and all she saw was the old woman behind her?
If it was just a suspicion before, it has been confirmed today that the old woman was indeed trying to stop her from spending time with Bo Yanqing, otherwise why would she choose her, the one in a wheelchair, to go for a walk.

Do we have to send her away and be on guard against her like this?

Song Yuan just wouldn't do what she wanted. She waited in the most conspicuous place in the living room. She wanted to pick up Xixi, but the little bastard refused. She controlled her emotions and played with her, keeping her eyes on the old woman's room from time to time.

After a few minutes, someone came out. She held the wheelchair and wanted to go over there at any time. She restrained herself and shouted, "Third brother, is grandma asleep?"

Bo Yan glanced at her calmly, "Not yet."

"I just forgot to say goodnight to grandma. We went for a walk, and she pointed out the tree you planted when you were a child. It's growing very well."

Nan Jiaojiao's eyelids twitched.

Grandma would never talk about Bo Yanqing with Song Yuan, but she knew which tree was planted by Bo Yanqing and she put a lot of effort into it.

But what she didn't know was that Bo Yanqing was always annoyed by other people's flattery, especially deliberate flattery. In his eyes, such a person looked no different from a mentally retarded person.

Oh, actually Nan Jiaojiao also blew, but he was willing to let her tease him, and no one else would do that.

He didn't turn his face away directly, but just responded perfunctorily: "Oh."

Song Yuan had prepared a lot of words, but he didn't respond, so she felt stuck in her throat. She originally wanted to start with his childhood, but once the topic was brought up, he blocked it out, which made her very embarrassed.

I had to change the subject abruptly, "Third brother, look at the house that Xixi built. She is so smart. She just taught me how to build it. I really like her so much."

Little Qianqian's ears twitched and she looked at Song Yuan strangely.

This aunt is so weird. She clearly looks impatient but she insists on staying by the side without saying anything. Is there something wrong with her ears?

Bo Yanqing came over, Song Yuan looked at him expectantly, the love and admiration in her eyes could not be hidden at all, when the man came closer, she wanted to say something, but saw him pick up Xixi. She tapped Xixi's nose with her finger, "What time is it, huh? If Aunt Chen doesn't come to call you, you can play for a while longer? Why don't you go upstairs and sleep?"

Xixi shrugged her little nose unhappily, "But Xixi, if you want to play, it's too early, and my brother hasn't finished his homework yet."

"His IQ has declined. He procrastinates when the sun is out and insists on writing at night. He deserves it. Be good. Uncle San will carry you upstairs to take a bath. You can sleep with Aunt Chen at night. Don't wait for your brother."

Little Qianqian puffed up her cheeks and said "oh" in a muffled voice.

By the way, he pulled Nan Jiaojiao and said, "Aunt San is accompanying Xixi."

"Silly child, call me sister instead of aunt."

Nan Jiaojiao grabbed Xixi's little hand. Bo Yanqing carried the child upstairs, and she followed beside him holding his hand.

Bo Yanqing looked at her with amusement, "Who called herself Sister Jiaojiao when you were lying to me just now?"

Nan Jiaojiao didn't blush, "What's wrong? I'm only older than her... just a dozen years old."

"The generations are all messed up," Bo Yanqing poked her forehead with one hand, "You keep playing around day by day, and I can't control you any more."

Nan Jiaojiao slapped his hand away with a slap, being very brazen.

"I still have to monitor Bo Qingshan's homework."

They all walked to the door. The room diagonally opposite Xixi's was Bo Yanqing's, and the room diagonally opposite in the other direction was Bo Qingshan's. (End of this chapter)