Mr. Bo's meeting

Chapter 167 Crying and Saying I Love Him (4 More)
Bo Zhongye simply hugged her on his lap, grabbed her back with his big hands, and gently coaxed her.

Feng Qinqin didn't care about his tenderness, and stared at him with a pair of moist eyes. If he insisted on giving an answer, it would be as if she would die immediately if his answer was not what she wanted.

Bo Zhongye sighed, really worried that she would cry out her eyes.

"Fool, why are you so stupid? Once Mom just said that, you think you can't have children?"

Seeing her crying like this, it can be seen that she believed it.

It's just that, not to mention that her body is perfectly fine for giving birth, even if it is really impossible for him to have a baby, he will not break up with her.

Although the time together was not very long, the little girl walked firmly into his heart.

She was already a part of his body, and she couldn't let it go anymore.

Hearing what he said, Feng Qinqin still thought he was lying to her, and pulled his collar with her small hands, as if she refused to obey her.

Bo Zhongye felt helpless now, he held her face to let her face him, and told her very seriously.

"Qinqin, you are not unable to have children, I can guarantee this!"

If he didn't emphasize a little bit and let her know, he would be worried that the little girl's eyes would become small and hurt from crying.

Feng Qinqin's eyes were indeed a little bit astringent because of crying for too long and too hard. Noticing his unusually serious eyes, she began to believe him a little bit.

"Really, really?"

When she was speaking, the expectation in her eyes was so obvious, it hurt Bo Zhongye's heart all of a sudden.

It turned out that the little girl cared so much about him. If it wasn't for this incident, he thought that the little girl just liked him, but when he saw the hysterical appearance just now, he cried and said that he should not break up with him, and that he loved him Only then did he realize that he had no place in her heart at all.

The big rough hand stroked the girl's cheek, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said.

"Silly girl, don't you even believe me? I have already asked at that time, and I also know Mom's worries, so I asked after the old Chinese doctor gave you the pulse. She said that you have no problem with your fertility, that is. I need to adjust my menstruation, and I feel sorry for you if you continue to hurt like this."

Feng Qinqin listened very carefully, without blinking her eyes, and kept watching to see if what she said was true or not. She felt that what he said was either the truth, or that Bo Zhongye was too good at lying.

"really?"

Feng Qinqin blinked her tender eyelids, and looked at him for a moment, two tears hung on her long eyelashes, stubbornly not falling.

Bo Zhongye raised his hand to take the two teardrops away, and the helpless voice sounded again.

"Really, I'm not lying to you."

Bo Zhongye also had no other choice, he couldn't coax him well all the time, so he could only do this.

Besides, he really wanted a child, her child.

Like him and like her.

really good.

Feng Qinqin, who was still heartbroken just now, felt her face flush when she heard his words.

The little hand blocked his mouth, preventing him from speaking.

Really, I haven't said how long, why did I start to speak yellow accents.

Bo Zhongye took her little hand away and held it back, lowered his head and put it in his mouth, his eyes were full of pity.

"Don't think about it anymore. What you worry about doesn't exist. When you are ready and want a child, we can have it at any time."

Now Feng Qinqin believed what he said, maybe he really wasn't lying to her, she could really have a baby.

Looking at him like this, after three seconds, Feng Qinqin burst into tears.

The crying was earth-shattering, and a newborn baby could only cry like her.

Bo Zhongye was dumbfounded all of a sudden.

What's going on here?
Wasn't it just fine?
Why are you crying again.

Bo Zhongye was coaxed again.

Feng Qinqin hugged him and cried for a long time as if she was alive after a catastrophe.

"I want to live with you, let's go to Peach Garden."

　Qianqian doesn’t know how many days the red envelope activity will last. I think it will be sent out on Christmas Eve and Christmas. Before sending it out, Qianqian will inform the group. I think it’s fun to give out red envelopes here, hehe
　　Tomorrow's update time will be about [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and it should be four more, with a volume of [-] words

　　
　
(End of this chapter)