After getting out of the car, Yang Ling took Qi Bo into a small villa and asked the nanny to bring food and play. Then she was ready to leave him in the care of the nanny for the time being, and she herself had some things to deal with.

Qi Bo hurriedly rushed over and hugged Yang Ling's leg tightly, not letting her leave him.

"Binbin, my sister still has something to do, Aunt Zhang will take care of you. Yang Ling hurriedly squatted down and coaxed Qi Bo.

"She's a human trafficker!I don't want to be with her!" Zibo deliberately muddied the waters.

It's rare to get mixed up with Ling'er, and it will be back to its original form by tomorrow afternoon, so why should I make good use of the rest of the time and stay with her for a while, how can I let her leave him behind?

No matter what, even if you are dead and dirty, you have to rely on her side and feel the good feeling of being by her side more. Anyway, he disappeared in 24 hours, and she wouldn't know whose family the little boy belonged to.

"Aunt Zhang is not a human trafficker, Aunt Zhang is a good person. Yang Ling continued to coax Qi Bo.

"She's a human trafficker! she'll beat me! Sister, don't leave me alone!" Qi Bo's eyes widened and he was cute, his mouth was curled as if he was about to cry, and then he grabbed Yang Ling and didn't let go.

"Okay, okay, my sister won't leave you, my sister has been with you, okay?" Yang Ling was cute by Qi Bo, and had no choice but to hold his hand again.

"Sister, don't leave me alone. Qi Bo pursed his mouth and looked very aggrieved, and put his other hand to his eyes to wipe it.

"Sister won't leave you alone, it's just ...... My sister is going to change her clothes and go out to a dinner party, or ...... Would you like to go with your sister?" Yang Ling discussed with Qi Bo.

She was supposed to accompany her mother to a charity dinner tonight, but she almost bumped into Qi Bo on the way home to change clothes. After she returned, of course, she still had to make some preparations first, and she was about to set off after changing her clothes.

"Okay. Qi Bo grabbed Yang Ling's hand and refused to let go anyway.

Yang Lingsuo picked up Qi Bo, coaxed him, got into the car parked outside, and drove towards where she and her mother lived.

……

"He's the little boy you almost hit in your car? His name is the same as your father's, and he looks so cute!" Yang Ling's mother, a very beautiful and graceful woman, couldn't help but come over and pull his face when she saw Qi Bo.

Mother Yang is **, surnamed Murong, named Song'er, and her body is very well maintained. With her current appearance, whether it is her figure or skin, standing with Yang Ling feels like a sister.

Even if it's not so exaggerated, at most, it makes people feel that she is only thirty-one or two.

Of course, based on Yang Ling's age, Murong Zuo'er's actual age will definitely not be in her early thirties, but to Qi Bo, she feels like a young woman.

At this time, Qi Bo pretended to be scared and hid behind Yang Ling, but his head took the opportunity to rub his head on her ass......

Children are good, and no matter what they do, they will not arouse suspicion.

"Now he's on me, he only recognizes me, and when he sees others, he thinks he's a human trafficker...... I guess maybe he really fell into the hands of human traffickers, and those people even beat him and caused him a psychological shadow. Yang Ling squatted down and touched Qi Bo's head lovingly and talked to her mother.

"It's pathetic...... It's a pity that your dad is not here these days, otherwise he can meet this little cutie with the same name as him. "After Murong Zuo'er gave birth to Ling'er, she originally wanted to have another son, but she never got her wish. Now when I see the super cute and cute little Qi Bo, I can't help but be the mother xìng big hair.

"If only I had a brother like that. Yang Ling and Murong Zhu'er talked.

"yes...... Come, Xiao Binbin, let Auntie hug you!" Murong Zuo'er seemed to be touched, and reached out to hug Qi Bo.

Qi Bo pretended to be very scared, stretched out his hand to Yang Ling, and hummed with a pouting and pretended to cry.

"Don't be afraid, Binbin, she's my mother and won't hurt you. Yang Ling hurriedly walked over and helped her mother coax Qi Bo.

Qi Bo let Murong Zhuo'er hug him very shamefully, but he still looked at Yang Ling from time to time, reaching out and grabbing her clothes, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly run away and ignore him.

After Yang Ling repeatedly promised that he would not leave him again, and hooked his fingers, Qi Bo finally loosened her clothes and let Murong Juan'er tease him to play, while Yang Ling went to change the clothes he wore for the dinner.

"How old are you?" Murong Juan'er was obviously much more interested in Qi Bo than Yang Ling, and he was also very good at taking care of children.

"Four and a half years old. ”

"Do you know how to read?"

"Recognize. ”

"Oh, do you know these words?" Murong Zhuo'er took a newspaper and pointed to a few big characters on it and asked Qi Bo.

"Cloud, all, evening, newspaper. Qi Bo pretended to be very difficult to recognize, and then read it to Murong Song'er.

Murong Juan'er couldn't help but be surprised, so he pointed to a passage of text and asked Qi Bo, but Qi Bo read them all again.

"Can you do arithmetic?" Murong Juan'er was a high-IQ and highly-educated woman when she was young, and she would be more interested in high-IQ children.

"Yes. ”

"What is three times five?" Murong Juan'er asked Qi Bo.

"Fifteen. Of course, Qi Bo replied quickly, and he felt that Murong Juan'er seemed to be very interested in this regard, so he deliberately wanted to show off to attract her attention.

After getting rid of her mother Murong Juan'er, it's not good for her daughter Yang Ling to leave him alone, right?

"What is six times nine?" Murong Juan'er then asked Qi Bo, and some kind of light began to flicker in his eyes.

"Fifty...... Four. Zibo pretended to be a little difficult, but reported the results anyway.

"What is the amount of three times thirteen?" Murong Zuo'er asked Qi Bo again.

Qi Bo pretended to be embarrassed and wrote on the palm of his hand, and after a long while, he reported it back to Murong Zuo'er: "Thirty-nine." ”

"What is eleven times twelve?" The look on Murong Juan'er's face began to be a little surprised, now a child as old as 'Xiao Binbin' can't recognize a few words as big as a bean, let alone arithmetic, I didn't expect this little guy to look so cute, he is still a little genius!

"Do you have a pen and paper?" Qi Bo asked Murong Zhuo'er.

"Yes, I'll get it for you. Murong Juan'er hurriedly called the nanny in the small villa, and after giving the order, the nanny quickly brought Qi Bo a pen and paper.

Qi Bo lay on the coffee table, wrote the two numbers on it crookedly, and then calculated it seriously, and after listing the equations, he added them one by one, and then returned to Murong Zuo'er an answer: "One hundred and thirty-two." ”

"Will you memorize Tang poems?" Murong Zuo'er became more and more interested in Xiao Qibo, and she fell in love with him a little. Of course, she couldn't imagine that in this small body, there was actually a soul in her twenties, and of course she didn't have to deal with these pediatric problems.

"Yes. Zibo nodded.

"Then recite a song to Auntie?" Murong Juan'er looked at Qi Bo with interest.

As a result, Qi Bo not only could memorize Tang poems, but later Murong Juan'er could pick up the next sentence of any Tang poem he read, and he could pick up almost eighty percent of the Tang poems that Murong Juan'er recited. Of course, Murong Juan'er also chose some of the more common Tang poems, which happened to be recited by Qi Bo when he was studying.

After testing Qi Bo's numeracy ability and recitation ability, Murong Zuo'er found out some knowledge that should be mastered by teenagers, and Qi Bo actually answered it all with a bump.

By the time Yang Ling came out after changing his clothes, Qi Bo was already very familiar with Murong Juan'er, and Murong Juan'er's love for him could be described beyond words.

"I want to adopt him. Murong Zuo'er walked over and whispered to Yang Ling, at this moment Qi Bo was lying on the coffee table to solve a problem she had just asked.

"He's got parents. Yang Ling talked to her mother Murong Juan'er.

"His parents don't care about him! He told you, they hadn't seen him for a long time, and he couldn't remember who they were. You don't know, this poor boy is a prodigy, a genius! With a little training, the future achievements will be amazing, and if you find his irresponsible parents and send him back to them, it will probably be all delayed. Murong Juan'er had a look of pity on her face.

Qi Bo, who was lying on the coffee table, had already solved the problem, and pretended to see Yang Ling in a white dress coming out of the room after changing clothes, and rushed over happily, but he was careful not to pounce on Yang Ling's body, for fear of soiling her white dress.

In addition, he was once again captivated by Yang Ling's incomparable beauty.

Now she feels very different from the first time I met her five years ago, but she is also extremely beautiful, which makes people feel like they dare not look directly and can't breathe after seeing it.

"Let's go to the dinner party with my sister and aunt in the evening, okay?" Yang Ling squatted down and asked Qi Bo.

"Good. Of course, Zibo agreed.

"Are there any clothes suitable for him to wear?" Yang Ling suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked Murong Juan'er.

"Yes, I didn't take this into account...... Murong Juan'er hurriedly called the nanny over and asked her to find a way to prepare a suitable set of clothes for Qi Bo to attend the dinner.

"Xiao Binbin, you have to go to the dinner party with us in the evening, you have to change into new clothes, and if you change into new clothes, your body will not stink. Auntie wants to help you take a bath, do you say okay?" Murong Juan'er asked Qi Bo.

"I want my sister to help me wash my ......" Qi Bo looked at Yang Ling with bad intentions, as if he only recognized Yang Ling. (To be continued.) )