"Qian Bao'er, why do you like Uncle Zhai so much?" After Zhai Xiuze left, Cheng Siying asked.

Qian Bao'er thought for a while, "Because Uncle Zhai is good to Mommy!" ”

Cheng Siying's heart trembled slightly, silly son, where did he treat me well, you don't know how their family bullied your mommy back then. "Where is he good to Mommy?"

Qian Bao'er blinked and thought for a moment, "Anyway, it's good for Mommy." ”

Maybe it doesn't make sense to like someone.

Cheng Siying didn't want to mention him again, so she didn't delve into it anymore.

She took Qian Bao'er to have a full-body examination again, and the doctor said that Qian Bao'er was a stress response of the body, and she recovered very well, and if she insisted on taking the medicine for two more days, she should be fine.

"The system is a little weaker, and we have to strengthen the exercise at ordinary times." Before leaving, the doctor advised.

Qian Baoer grimaced at Mommy, and then jumped up and went with Mommy to go through the discharge procedures.

"It's all done." The young lady at the toll booth said with a smile.

A trace of doubt flashed in Cheng Siying's eyes, and she thought, "I was so badly hurt back then, and now if you want to take this little favor, you want to write it off, and you want to be beautiful!" ”

"How much is it?" Cheng Siying asked into the glass window.

"This ......" the young lady was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry Miss Cheng, there are still many people in line at the back, the next one!" ”

The people in the back muttered, "We're waiting for surgery." "It's just that it's not good for someone to pay, don't delay others." ……

Cheng Siying instantly became the target of everyone's attention, and it was not good to continue to entangle and ask.

"Mommy, is it Uncle Zhai who paid for us?" Qian Baoer took Cheng Siying's hand and asked.

Cheng Siying was a little upset, "Maybe." ”

Qian Bao'er was secretly happy in her heart after hearing this.

Cheng Siying saw that her son had regained his former vitality, and she didn't care so much. "Let's go, Qian Bao'er, let's go home and change our clothes and go to the art exhibition."

"Wow. All right! ”

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He wears small black leather shoes, a navy blue suit, a white shirt, and a black satin bow tie. Qian Bao'er looked at herself in the mirror, tilted her head and looked at it, very satisfied.

This is a habit he has developed when he goes abroad to watch art exhibitions, and attending in formal attire is a sign of respect for the paintings, but also for the painters.

Cheng Siying also changed her clothes, put on light makeup, and came out of the bedroom.

Qian Bao'er turned her head when she heard the sound and exclaimed, "Mommy, you are so beautiful!" ”

Attending the art exhibition, Cheng Siying wore a saffron long skirt with a pile collar and a half-long sleeve design over the elbows, which lined her skin with extraordinarily fair skin, and wore a pair of RV satin navy blue pointed-toe high heels on her feet. Her hair was loosely coiled, revealing her slender neck and shoulder sockets.

Hearing her son's praise, Cheng Siying was very happy.

By the time they arrived at the exhibition site, there were already a number of people gathered in the exhibition hall, including many reporters and videographers.

"Qian Bao'er, did your teacher say what kind of painting exhibition this is? It seems to be famous! Cheng Siying asked Qian Baoer quietly.

"Of course." Qian Baoer actually had a hint of pride. He had already begun to be drawn to the paintings on the walls.

Qian Baoer appreciates it seriously, but Cheng Siying has already begun to desert, and from the impetuous spirit of the people who come to see the exhibition, it can be seen that the commercial nature of this exhibition is too strong. And those reporters, who are more like they are here to do business reports, not like they are here to report on art exhibitions at all.

Qian Baoer, on the contrary, has become the most serious visitor to the exhibition.