Listening to No. 4's report, it is unbelievable that there are such masters around Xiaobao.

But Shangguan Yu didn't have much to think about this, because he was already about to see the person he thought about day and night, and he couldn't wait.

Pushing open the door, there was no one.

Upstairs, no.

Shangguan Yu took out his mobile phone to dial, but the mobile phone was on the bed.

Shangguan Yu went to Dabao again, and Dabao was tinkering with his computer.

"Where's your mommy?" Shangguan Yu asked Dabao.

"Mommy, it should be in the room, the room doesn't have it, it's just that I might want to design it somewhere." Dabao was startled by the sudden arrival of Shangguan Yu, but he quickly calmed down.

After listening, Shangguan Yu walked out of the room.

Shangguan Yu looked around, there was no one, he thought of a place where maybe she would go.

On the shore of the backyard, the lights were bright and the car lights were flashing, like stars, twinkling and twinkling.

Han Qianxi drew a skirt like a starry sky on the drawing board, shining, layered, and colorful.

"It's very good, and when the time comes, make a wedding dress." Shangguan Yu let out a cold voice.

Han Qianxi was startled by Shangguan Yu, and her brushes were broken on the drawing board.

"Look at you, my painting is ruined." Han Qianxi complained

"It's not ruined, it's okay." Shangguan Yu doted on Han Qianxi.

"Wife, I miss you so much, I haven't seen you for the past few days, do you miss me" Shangguan Yu hugged Han Qianxi tightly, like a child, when he saw his beloved things, he hugged and refused to let go.

"Think, think, think, you, you let me go first, are you going to strangle me?" Han Qianxi struggled.

Because he missed it, Shangguan Yu didn't pay attention to his strength and quickly let go.

"Let's go, pack up your things, and I'll take you back." Shangguan Yu pulled Han Qianxi back to the house.

"Go back, so suddenly." Han Qianxi was confused by Shangguan Yu.

"Well, I'll go back tonight, Xiaobao is still waiting at home." Shangguan Yu strode along, and Han Qianxi ran in small steps.

...... "'It's really a neurosis, I have so many things, what time is it to clean up.'" Han Qianxi was displeased.

"Mom, I'll pick up Qianxi and Dabao and leave first, I'll come back when I'm free." Shangguan Yu motioned for Han Qianxi to go upstairs to clean up, and he went to Ouyang Yushuang's room.

"Yu'er, why is it so sudden." Ouyang Yushuang understood that there would definitely be an accident so suddenly, which she had experienced over the years.

"Mom, there are some things, you don't know it's better, I'll go first, Xiaobao is home alone, I don't worry." After Shangguan Yu finished speaking, he hugged Ouyang Yushuang and walked out of the room.

"Okay," Shangguan Yu came to Dabao's room.

"Okay, just a few computers." Dabao walked out of the room with a backpack containing a computer that he couldn't even tell.

The father and son came to Han Qianxi's door, and the two of them looked at Han Qianxi, who was busy, and shrugged their shoulders simultaneously.

"Wife, I suggest you just bring your manuscript with you, there is no shortage of other families." Shangguan Yu was about to lose his patience, because he was in an extraordinary period now, even on the road, there was a possibility of encountering danger, and he had to minimize the danger.

"But, but ......" Han Qianxi didn't know what to do.

"Don't do it, either take the manuscript and go, or I'll have someone pack up all your things and send them back by courier." Shangguan Yu issued an ultimatum.

"No, manuscripts can't be sent by courier." Han Qianxi has lost confidence in the confidentiality of the express.

"Then take it and go."

At the urging of Shangguan Yu, Han Qianxi hurriedly left the suburban temple with her precious manuscript.

Ouyang Yushuang was now at the door, looking at the car in the distance, "I hope your brothers are safe." ”