Chapter 19

Qingheng, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard the book spirit's words.

He frowned slightly and stood up.

The book spirit looked at him, his tone even more angry: "I am so angry, they bully me like this, they are not allowed to set foot in my library from now on!"

The book-loving library has tens of thousands of books, and there are many people who want to come here to look for books to read on weekdays.

It’s just that Wang Feilong is organizing a test competition recently, so no one is allowed to come in to borrow books for the time being.

In addition to managing this library, book lovers can go wherever there are books.

It lives in books, comprehends the essence of books, and its abilities will continue to increase.

Its current goal is to make itself look better so that it won't scare the baby when it appears in front of him.

The book spirit was still angry, but Qingheng's figure had disappeared behind the desk.

downstairs.

Ming Qiao, who was sitting on the steps, could not hear any noise from above. He held his dirty face in his chubby hands, looking extremely dejected.

My stomach is growling because I didn't have dinner.

Ming Qiao frowned and had no intention of going to eat.

"Aren't you hungry?"

A clear and pleasant voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Ming Qiao was stunned for a moment, and rubbed his ears with his fat hands.

Before he turned around to confirm, Qingheng had already sat down next to him.

"Mother."

Ming Qiao did not turn his little face to look at his mother. He lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "Don't look at Qiao Qiao."

"Why?"

"Qiao Qiao is dirty and not good-looking."

Although Mingqiao didn't look in the mirror, he knew that he was dirty.

He didn't want to show his mother such a dirty and ugly cub.

"It's very dirty."

Qingheng looked at the little guy's messy hair and the dust on his face and hands, and he spoke matter-of-factly.

Ming Qiao pursed her lips in grievance after hearing this truth.

Next second.

A clean and warm big hand grabbed his chubby little hand.

"There is a hot spring on the north bank of the villa. Do you want to soak in it?"

Ming Qiao: “!”

Ming Qiao's eyes suddenly lit up, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and replied, "Yes!"

He wants to take a bath with his mother!

Seeing that he agreed, Qingheng picked him up and disappeared into the library.

The book spirit watched them leave, and said with relief: "Very good, it seems Qingheng likes babies too!"

He knew that if Qingheng got too close to someone, or was touched by someone accidentally, he would have a physiological rejection that lasted for a long time.

Now seeing Qingheng holding the baby and nothing happened, Shujing felt touched a thousand times in his heart.

Look, this is the power of blood ties!

How great!

The book spirit was standing there, sighing and praising the love of family, while the person he was sighing about had already soaked in the spring.

Before going to the hot spring, Qingheng asked the little guy to go to the cafeteria to get dinner and his medicine.

When he passed by, his messy little appearance made the cafeteria aunt feel very distressed.

"Oh, I said all the other kids came to eat, why didn't you come? You must be getting bullied!"

As my aunt was speaking, she deftly heated up the food that had been prepared long ago.

"Which wicked person did this to bully you like this?"

After heating up the meal, my aunt would free her hands to wash his little face.

Ming Qiao turned her face away and refused.

"Auntie, someone wash me."

Mingqiao was carried all the way here by his mother, and he knew that his mother didn't mind that he was dirty.

So, he secretly had a selfish desire and wanted his mother to wash his face.

Seeing that he didn't want to wash, his aunt let him do it.

"Okay, you have to ask someone to wash it for you. Our pretty little faces need to be washed well."

My aunt gave him dinner and medicine. When she saw him about to leave, she hesitated for a few seconds, but still called him back.

"Qiao Qiao, next time someone bullies you, go find Lao Ge at the door."

"He really likes the little tassel you gave him last time."

"Um!"

Ming Qiao nodded and took note of his aunt's words.

He said goodbye to his aunt obediently, then trotted outside to find his mother.

My mother doesn't like to interact with people.

So, Mingqiao was considerate and didn't let his mother in.

He ran outside and opened his little arms under the bamboo forest where there was no one around.

"Mom, hold me."

Qingheng bent down and picked him up.

This time, there was nothing else to distract them, and the two of them successfully soaked in the pool.

The pool is not the kind of medicinal pool in the Xisha Forest.

After Mingqiao took a bath, he tilted his dirty little face up and had his mother wipe his face and wash his body.

His skin is fair and tender, and his arms and legs are chubby.

When Qingheng was washing him, he didn't feel it was troublesome. He just felt that the baby in his hands was very obedient and soft.

After washing for a while, Mingqiao was clean.

He stood on Qingheng's legs, holding a towel in his little hand, and also wanted to wipe Qingheng's face.

"Mother, Qiao Qiao will wash you too."

Being filial to your son doesn’t require empty promises. Be filial to your mother starting from now on!

Qingheng was only wearing her inner garment, which was soaked through with water, revealing her jade-like skin.

His handsome face was also wet after being wiped by Ming Qiao, and water droplets were dotted on his long eyelashes. With a slight blink, the water droplets fell like falling clear crystals.

Ming Qiao clutched the towel and covered his chest with it.

"Ah! Mommy is so beautiful!"

The bath boy's face flushed red, and he was overwhelmed by his mother's beauty.

Qingheng quickly supported his small body, and a rare complex expression appeared on his handsome face which was always indifferent.

"Sit still, I don't need a sponge bath."

After Qingheng finished speaking, he reached out and confiscated his towel.

Mingqiao couldn't give his mother a bath anymore, so he had to take out dinner and invite his mother to eat with him.

Qingheng has been fasting for a long time and does not need these dinners.

He didn't need it, but the filial son insisted on feeding him.

"Mother, this time."

Every time Mingqiao ate a bite, he had to feed his mother a bite.

He handed over the spoon full of meat, his watery eyes blinked at people, his rosy mouth slightly opened, there was nothing adorable about the cub.

Qingheng is not only unapproachable, he also has a severe mysophobia.

But as a germaphobe like him, when he looks at the cub in front of him, he always can't help but feel a strange, adorable feeling about it.

He couldn't even understand why he felt this way.

Just like he couldn't understand it now -

He looked at the spoon used by the little guy, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of rejection.

"Mom, isn't it delicious? Aunt likes me spicy, the food she saves for me is especially delicious!"

While he was dazed, Qingheng had somehow moved over and swallowed a full spoonful of meat.

Seeing him eat a big spoonful, Mingqiao was so happy that he kept saying how delicious the food was and how nice his aunt was.

After dinner, it’s time to take medicine.

Ming Qiao actually wanted his mother to coax him. Although he could take the medicine by himself, deep down, he still wanted to be coaxed by his mother.

In the past, Daddy was already very tired just from raising him and finding lots of medicine for him.

So Mingqiao is always well behaved.

He took his medicine and ate his meals obediently, and when his father went out, he would sit on the doorstep waiting for his father obediently.

He had been well behaved for a long time, but now that he had found his mother, he felt like he had become spoiled.

"Mother."

The pampered child held the medicine bowl and looked at his mother.

Mother also lowered her eyes and looked back at him.

The eyes of the two, big and small, met. Ming Qiao pursed her lips and no longer had the courage to act willfully.

He lowered his little head and gulped down the medicine.

The medicine doesn't taste good.

Ming Qiao's eyes turned red as he drank.

Qingheng thought that his eyes were red from the bitter medicine, so he patted his back soothingly.

Finished a bowl of medicine.

Mingqiao threw the bowl aside and buried his little head in Qingheng's arms.

"Mom, hold Qiao Qiao."

Mingqiao's own little hands were actually hugging her mother tightly.

But he still wanted his mother to hold him.

Don't be fooled by his small size, he is actually very sensitive.

He knew that although his mother was not like his uncle and did not allow him to call her at first, deep down, his mother did not think that he was really hers.

Mingqiao's rational little head can understand his mother.

He wanted to prove his identity, and wanted to find out the things his father left in the storage ring, as well as his mother's relics as his father mentioned, and show them to his mother.

But what if we find it out?

Ming Qiao thought timidly, what if he showed these to his mother, and she would think that he was forcing him to recognize the cub...

Will he be regarded as a bad boy by his mother?

Mingqiao lay in Qingheng's arms, thinking about all sorts of things timidly.

He was thinking about it here. At the back of the dormitory, Du Sheng was stepped on the ground and was throbbing with pain all over.

There was no sign of beating on his face or body.

But his bones, and the parts where he was missing, were almost crushed.

The pain was so great that he couldn't even beg for mercy. His face turned pale and his body curled up like a shrimp.

"I'll keep this life for you."

You Qing's shoe tip crushed Du Sheng's face. His tone was emotionless, but it made people feel cold for no reason: "If Qiao Qiao is wronged again tomorrow, I will kill you."

Du Sheng clenched his fists and nodded pretendingly.

You Qing glanced at him and curled the corners of his lips.

Next second.

He squatted down and broke Du Sheng's arm with a snap.

Fold, connect, and fold again.

He has no shortage of ways to torture people.

After an unknown amount of time, Du Sheng's nose and tears all flowed out. He spoke hoarsely, with fear in his eyes.

"Let me go! I won't bully Ming Qiao anymore!!!"

"Please, let me go."

Under Du Sheng's fearful plea for mercy, You Qing finally let him go.

That night, except Du Sheng, several other children in his small group also attended the event.

The next day.

Mingqiao slept soundly in his mother's arms, and when he woke up he rubbed against his mother.

He slept very well.

"Mom, Qiao Qiao is hot when she goes out!"

Ming Qiao took advantage of his mother's slow reaction when she just opened her eyes and leaned over to give her a kiss.

After kissing her, he ran away with a red face, fearing that his mother would tell him not to kiss her next time.

Mingqiao's emotions came and went quickly. The slight melancholy she felt last night had now completely dissipated.

He ate his fill and entered the secret realm.

In the secret realm, he no longer encountered any trouble from Du Sheng and others!

Not only did he not encounter any difficulties, but when Du Sheng and the others saw him, they actually took the initiative to avoid him!

Ming Qiao was undisturbed and successfully obtained a bunch of spiritual treasures this time.

He was happily searching for spiritual treasures in the secret realm, and You Qing came to the library.

As soon as You Qing arrived, he looked for Shu Jing.

He revealed his identity.

The scholar looked at him for a long time and felt that he was a brave man, so he decisively revealed himself.

When he showed up, You Qing didn't even blink, and he was not afraid just as he thought.

One person and one book are facing each other.

The latter raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is Qingheng Qiao Qiao's mother?"

Book Spirit: "Baby said yes."

You Qing: "Baby?"

Book Spirit: "Yeah! Qiao Qiao is a baby."

You Qing paused for two seconds, then asked, "Did Qing Heng admit it?"

Book Spirit: “Hmm.”

You Qing knew without guessing that even though the little guy called his mother affectionately, he was actually not very brave.

He said calmly, "Give me the paper and ink."

Book Spirit: "What are you going to do?"

Although the book spirit asked questions, he still quickly handed him the paper and ink.

You Qing has a photographic memory.

He wrote out from memory the letter Mingqiao had shown him exactly as it was.

"To Qingheng, this is his love letter."

The book that Mingqiao's father wrote to Qingheng should be called a love letter.

The author has something to say:

Brother: Identify the little coward’s relatives.

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