Chapter 550

Bo Qichen looked out of the window, his black eyes half narrowed, his thin lips gently opened, "it's raining."

She was still a little confused. "Yes, it's raining."

He glanced at her. "Trouble tonight."

"... you're welcome."

Why is all this so coincidental?

After dinner, Tang Qingge pulled away the folding bed. His mind still couldn't react. It would rain if he said it would rain. Is that too coincidental?

After making the bed and hugging the quilt and pillow he used to sleep last time, Tang Qingge looks at the closed children's room and decides to wash and sleep immediately.

She is terrible. She has a space with the big boss.

At this moment, in the children's room, Tang Cheng is pestering Bo Qichen to tell him a bedtime story, but Bo Qichen can't go on reading the story book Cinderella.

He glanced at Tang Cheng and Bo Ye, who was expressionless.

"This book is not suitable for boys."

Tang Cheng refused, "but mommy has been telling xiaonaitang this story book. Xiaonaitang has been listening to bedtime stories. I want to listen to them too!"

Bo Qichen reasoned with him, "Cinderella tells the story of a poor girl who finally married a prince and became a princess. You are a boy. You can't be a princess. You should be a knight guarding the princess."

"Knight?"

Tang Cheng said enthusiastically, "no, I want to be Spider man! I want to uphold justice and punish the bad guys!"

He rubbed his eyebrows. "There is no spider man in this world."

He rubbed Tang Cheng's head. "In this world, there are only ordinary people, and everyone has only one hand. We can't become gods. We can only be down-to-earth."

The two children blinked, seeming to understand.

Tang Cheng felt that there was a story in Bo Qichen's words. His eyes turned. "Baba, tell us something about your childhood!"

When he was a child.

Bo Qichen frowned. He didn't have a good memory when he was a child, and he couldn't remember the events at that time clearly.

But it was strange that he was eight years old at that time. How could he not even remember these things? Now in retrospect, the original memory is just a fog.

He pursed his lips and said, "I was just like you when I was a child."

Tang Cheng was curious. "Are grandpa and that wicked old woman very kind to you?"

“……”

Malicious old woman, are you talking about Zhen LAN?

Tang Cheng tugged at Bo Qichen's sleeve again. "Baba, my cousin said that you were lost by that vicious wife when you were a child. Later, you didn't dare to go to the amusement park for a long time, but last time you took Tang Tang Tang and Bo Ye with you. Cheap dad, do you like my mommy very much!"

Bo Qichen paused and looked at Tang Cheng's bright eyes.

Even Bo Ye looks at him.

"It's time to go to bed."

The man directly let them sleep, but Tang Cheng smiled a few times, as if he knew a little secret. "Oh, I know. I know if you don't tell me!"

Bo Qichen listened to his smile and rubbed his eyebrows. He was really a little guy.

In the living room, the dim little yellow light shines on the whole space. The sofa in the corner has been paved into a big bed. It was the quilt with little yellow flowers last time. He sat on the folding bed and looked at the master bedroom.

Some people are angry. In retrospect, it still makes people angry.

The night is as calm as water, and the man's eyes are darker than the night.

Master bedroom

Tang Qingge recalled the lines she recited at night, which was her homework every night. She fell asleep by recalling the lines, but carrying them on her back reminded her of Bo Qichen's face. Especially when she had just made a misunderstanding, his eyes at her made her feel uncomfortable.