Chapter 20

You Qing handed over the love letter, but the book spirit was a little hesitant to take it.

"I am a serious book lover, and things like love letters——"

"It was given to Qingheng by Qiao Qiao's father."

Book Spirit: "Ah? Then can I read it?"

You Qing raised his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly.

Book spirit: “…”

The book spirit was stared at by the chilly gaze, and it silently stretched out its twisted ink-colored tentacles to roll up the letter.

After taking the letter away, it must be delivered.

The book spirit was about to flee when it suddenly thought of a question. It turned its head and asked in confusion, "Wait, how did you see this love letter?!"

"Jojo showed it to me."

You Qing's tone was still as calm as before, but for some reason, Shu Jing always felt that he was secretly showing off!

"Humph, Qingheng will show me too."

After the book spirit finished speaking, it rolled up the letter and disappeared on the spot.

After he left, You Qing wandered around the library.

Out of respect for Ming Qiao, the book spirit gave him permission to go all the way to the sixth floor.

As you can imagine, there are quite a lot of books on the six floors.

You Qing walked in front of the bookshelf and browsed randomly.

I don’t know whether he was lucky or unlucky, but the books he randomly picked were all old books that were extremely difficult to read.

The contents of the book are difficult to understand, but if you read carefully you will find them extremely useful.

You Qing looked down. Every time he read a page, his mind would record that page.

It would be more accurate to say that he was copying the books into his mind rather than reading them.

You Qing was "moving" the books downstairs, and upstairs, the book spirit also delivered the love letter to Qingheng.

"The baby's brother is here."

When the book spirit said this, Qingheng, who was usually calm and self-contained, felt a jolt in his heart.

Fortunately, the book spirit comforted him with the next sentence: "Don't worry, he's not your biological brother, but the brother that the baby recognizes. His name is You Qing."

"This brother is not as cute as the baby!"

After the book spirit finished complaining, he pointed at the love letter and introduced it: "You Qing said, this is a love letter written to you by the baby's father."

Qingheng: "?"

Qingheng's fingers holding the letter froze immediately.

The book spirit was still curious: "Qingheng, can you let me see your love letter? I want to read it."

It's so curious.

Who is the person who can make Qingheng give birth to a baby?

Qingheng glanced over, he didn't say anything, just freed up his free hand and flicked it lightly.

Next second.

The book spirit flew out directly.

It was thrown against the wall, complaining angrily: "The baby is willing to show it to his brother, but you are not willing to show it to me!"

Qingheng waved his hand again, closed the door, and shut out the book spirit's accusation.

He sat behind the desk and looked down at the letter in his hand.

The handwriting on the letter was so sloppy that it looked like ghost scribbles.

Qingheng identified it quietly.

He was reading a letter here, while Ming Qiao was humming a song and going to the cafeteria happily.

In the cafeteria, he saw Du Sheng at a glance.

As usual, Du Sheng would roll his eyes at him or come over to make trouble for him.

But this time, Du Sheng's reaction was the same as in the secret realm. When he saw him, he just frowned and walked aside.

Ming Qiao didn't understand why he had changed so much, but it was a good thing that no one picked on him.

"Aunt, I'll do the spicy thing!"

Ming Qiao didn't look at Du Sheng again. He rushed into the food stall happily with his short legs.

When the aunt heard his voice, she stood up, her eyes wrinkled with smile: "Qiao Qiao, come quickly, aunt has stewed eggs for you."

The meals that Auntie saved for Mingqiao were all cooked individually, not from a big pot.

She loved Mingqiao and cooked special dishes for him in different ways.

Ming Qiao eats nutritious and delicious meals every day.

Hot egg custard, soft meat patties, and delicious soup that has been simmered for several hours.

Mingqiao sat on a small stool and ate obediently.

Auntie watched him eat with a smile on her face and reached out to touch his little face.

"When you gain some weight, children need to be chubby to look good."

"Yeah! Daddy also said that fat babies are cute."

Mingqiao was very happy about the fact that he had gained weight. He squinted his eyes and stuck out his little belly to show his aunt.

"Fat belly."

His belly has gained weight too!

"She's cute when she's fat. Oh, why is our Qiao Qiao so cute?"

My aunt pinched his belly and seemed very happy.

The big and the small were talking and eating happily. Not far away, Du Sheng, who had not left yet, was looking at them gloomily, his eyes full of hatred.

It is obvious that he has three spiritual roots, which is already extremely rare, so why does this child have five spiritual roots?

Five spiritual roots, a temperament similar to his short-lived brother, and yesterday's humiliation...

Du Sheng licked his lower lip. This was really urging him to take action.

He didn't want to look at such an annoying existence for another day.

"Du Sheng, why is Aunt Fang so troublesome? I heard that Aunt Fang spends a lot of time every day making soup, medicine and meals for the sick boy. Did the sick boy give her money?"

"Well, I gave Aunt Fang money and asked her to cook a small dish for me, but she was not willing to do it."

Du Sheng seemed not to hear the people talking around him.

His eyes fell on Aunt Fang's stove behind the food stall, and after a while, he looked away.

"Qiao Qiao, this is dried meat. Auntie made it herself. She only selected good meat and made it very cleanly. Put it away and eat some when you are hungry."

"And this berry, which Old Ge gave me, is very fresh and will sweeten your mouth."

"And this little undershirt, wear it inside so you won't catch a cold when you sleep."

Aunt kept nagging and providing Mingqiao with food and clothes, as if she loved Mingqiao like her own child.

Mingqiao sat on the bench, swinging his short legs, looking at his busy aunt with his eyes curved.

He obediently packed his things and jumped off the chair.

"Aunt."

He tugged at his aunt's clothes and made her bend over.

His aunt bent down, and he stood on tiptoe and gave her a kiss on the face.

"Qiao Qiao likes auntie."

Aunt: “…”

Auntie was startled, and the smile on her face was as bright as a flower: "Hey! Auntie likes Qiao Qiao too!"

Such a well-behaved and beautiful baby made her so happy that she wished it was her own!

Ming Qiao stayed in the cafeteria for a long time before leaving.

After he went out, he went straight to the library.

In the basement of the library, Ming Qiao did not see You Qing.

You Qing was reading a book in the corner at this moment. He told the book spirit not to tell Ming Qiao that he was here.

He didn't want to disturb Ming Qiao during this test.

Mingqiao didn't see his brother. He stood on the steps, looking up at his little face and calling for his mother.

His mother lived too high up, and he was always out of breath after climbing the stairs.

Now his mother doesn't let him climb the stairs. He stands downstairs and calls her, and she will come to pick him up.

After calling several times, Mingqiao finally saw his mother.

He rushed over with his little hands open, and buried his face happily in his mother's legs.

"Mom, Qiao Qiao misses you so much!"

After not seeing her for a whole day, Mingqiao missed his mother so much!

Ming Qiao was so busy burying his face that he didn't notice his mother coming to pick him up. His face seemed to look a little strange.

Tall buildings are really nothing to Qingheng.

But in a moment, they returned to Qingheng's room.

Mingqiao was put down. He held Qingheng's big hand with his chubby little hand and told Qingheng about what happened during the day in a soft baby voice.

What? He got a lot of spiritual treasures.

There are many bad kids who haven't bullied him.

His aunt also made him a small undershirt.

Mingqiao shared these things, and when he finished, he sat down with his mother.

He was like Qingheng's little tail. Whenever he saw Qingheng, he would stick to him and couldn't get rid of him.

"Mother, can you put on some underwear for Qiao Qiao?"

Mingqiao took out her soft little undershirt and asked her mother to put it on her with a blushing face.

Qingheng took the underwear and said "hmm".

He said, "I'll let you wear it after you take a bath."

"good!"

Mingqiao likes to take baths. Qingheng knows that he is weak and that taking baths more often is good for his health, so he promised him that he would take him for a bath before going to bed.

After putting away the small underwear she was going to wear, Qingheng carried the clingy baby in his arms and went to the North Shore Hot Springs.

In the hot spring pool, Qingheng asked abruptly as he looked at the cub in front of him flapping its chubby hands and feet trying to swim.

"Anything else?"

"A letter from your father, or something else?"

Ming Qiao: “!”

Ming Qiao's face was blank, and his chubby hands and feet forgot to paddle, and he sank down with a thud.

Qingheng: "..."

Qingheng quickly picked him up and rubbed his back.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Mingqiao kept coughing, and her little face turned red from coughing.

It took a long time for him to stop coughing, until Qingheng transferred some spiritual power to him and fed him some sweet pills.

The two, big and small, looked at each other. Ming Qiao, with a red face, was obviously very nervous.

"Don't be afraid. I just want to know why you think I'm your mother."

"name."

Seeing his mother asking, Ming Qiao sniffed and mustered up the courage to speak out: "Daddy said that my mother's name is Ah Heng."

"Daddy still has a letter."

Under Qingheng's gaze, Mingqiao took out all the letters left by his father and some of his father's things from the storage ring.

There are several more letters.

Qingheng held the chubby baby in one hand and read the letter with the other.

He watched it seriously, and Mingqiao waited nervously.

After a while, seeing that his mother had not finished reading the letter, Ming Qiao clenched her fingers and tried to find something to say in an awkward baby voice.

"Qiao Qiao, you don't know the letter, does your mother know it?"

Qingheng was silent for a few seconds, then replied, "I know some."

This is an unusual language.

The language and characters are not difficult, he is proficient in 18 languages ​​of Cang Xuan Continent.

However, the person who wrote the letter had never learned to write, and his handwriting was really ugly, so ugly that Qingheng couldn't bear to read it.

"Mother, what did father write?"

"Are you sure he is your father?"

"Yeah! It's Daddy."

Ming Qiao was so sure that when he thought of his father, all his nervousness disappeared.

"Mom, Daddy is so hot."

Mingqiao hugged Qingheng's arm, and her clever little head remembered that her mother and father were not together yet.

So, he praised his father with all his might: "Daddy is very handsome!"

“And I can cook!”

"I can sew clothes for Qiao Qiao."

“And tell stories!”

Ming Qiao counted all the good things about his father. At the end, he patted his chest and assured, "And, Daddy loves mommy's hot pot the most!"

"Daddy talked in his sleep, saying he missed Ah Heng and loved Ah Heng!"

When Mingqiao said the last sentence, he also came over, rubbed his mother's face, and whispered: "Qiaoqiao loves Ah Heng too!"

Qingheng: "..."

Qingheng's mouth twitched.

The letter in his hand was written by a person he knew: Wu Ye.

He also recognized the content of the letter, and it seemed to be an invitation to fight with him.

Oh.

There is no way this person could be his partner!

It was absolutely impossible for him to have a baby as obedient as Mingqiao.

The author has something to say:

The baby is selling hard: Hello, Daddy!

The Immortal Lord said with a cold face: There is no way I can give birth to a baby for him!

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