After leaving the production crew's residence, the little girl whispered in Song Lianqing's ear, "Dad, let's go send some meat to my brother! Little Candy has already told my brother~"

Song Lianqing, who was still a little embarrassed, coughed, then gently kissed the little kid's face and nodded, "Okay, then let's go back and get the packaged meat, and then go to the village post office to send it out."

"Lian Qing, we'll go with you!"

As soon as Song Lianqing finished speaking, Qi Xiangyu's voice rang out from behind him. The little kid heard his voice, turned around and looked over. After just one look, he struggled to get off Song Lianqing, "Mantou, I want to compete with you!"

The little fat boy immediately understood what his boss meant. He happily ran to the little milk ball and said to him, "Okay, okay, if I win, you will teach me a few more math problems! If I lose, I will break a cucumber for you!"

The little milk ball was very satisfied with the little fat boy's suggestion, so he nodded and made a running gesture, but the little fat boy ran ahead of him, "Boss! All is fair in war!"

"Mantou! You're lying! I'm going to catch up with you!"

The little kid shouted and ran after the little fat kid. Seeing that the two kids were making a fuss again, Song Lianqing shouted from behind them, "Kids, Mantou, you two should run slower!"

The two kids said "OK" in unison and continued running. Song Lianqing looked at Qi Xiangyu who had been staring at him, suppressed a smile, and asked him, "Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

Qi Xiangyu smiled and stretched out his hand to hug him in his arms, resting his chin on his shoulder and taking a deep breath, then sighed and said, "Lian Qing, I think I'm easier to suck than Little Candy, do you want to find a place to try it out?"

Song Lianqing's body trembled unconsciously when he heard Qi Xiangyu's words, which were deliberately whispered in his ear. He reached out and touched his itchy ear, pushed Qi Xiangyu away, and glared at him, "Please behave yourself and don't force me to beat you here."

Qi Xiangyu smiled and leaned over to kiss Song Lianqing on the lips, then reached out to rub his head and said lovingly, "Okay, I'll be serious. There's no one here right now, let's go up together."

As soon as Qi Xiangyu finished speaking, he held Song Lianqing's fingers tightly and took him to where they lived on the mountain. Song Lianqing did not refuse and let him lead her. The two of them walked slowly on the mountain path. Even if they didn't talk, they didn't feel awkward and felt relaxed.

The little milk ball and the little fat boy who ran up were sitting on the mountain stairs to rest. Neither of them could decide who was the winner. They suddenly started running just to give Song Lianqing and Qi Xiangyu a chance to be alone. Who would care about who won or lost?

Anyway, in the end, the little fat boy will still help the little milk dumpling to break cucumbers, and the little milk dumpling will still teach him math problems.

At this moment, Little Milk Ball started chatting with Mu Qingji again. Little Fatty sat beside him and used stones to solve the math problems that Little Milk Ball had written on the stone slab on the ground. Both of them were very busy and no one disturbed each other, which was very nice.

Besides, Mu Qingji had only replied with a "hmm" before. After he called the courier company, he found out that the little bear he had sent had arrived today, but they would not call to notify him, so the little girl had to pick it up herself.

After Mu Qingji understood the whole story, he hung up the phone. He reopened WeChat and was about to send a message to Xiaonaituanzi when he found that Xiaonaituanzi had sent him a voice message four minutes ago. He was stunned for a moment and clicked on the voice message.

[Guo Guo]: Voice [Brother, is Little Candy talking too much? Are you annoyed?]

After listening to the voice message, Mu Qingji looked up at the "Hmm." on it and immediately felt it was very eye-catching. He clicked on it and wanted to withdraw it, but the time had passed. He was silent for a moment, gave up struggling, it was too late to type, so he simply sent a voice message.

[Mu Qingji] Voice [No, you are very good. I am not very good at speaking. Sorry, I shouldn’t just say “um” to you.]

The little kid received the voice message and replied immediately. His voice was so sweet and cute.

[Guo Guo]: Voice [Brother, it’s okay if you think Little Candy is annoying. It’s okay. Let me do the talking from now on.]

Mu Qingji breathed a sigh of relief and stopped sending voice messages. Instead, he started typing. He sat on the sofa, poured himself a cup of hot water, took a sip of it, and then looked at his phone.

[Mu Qingji]: Well, I just asked, the express has arrived at your place, but you have to go to the post office to pick it up yourself.

[Guoguo]: Oh oh! Little Candy, remember this, I’ll take it with me when I go to send Rourou with my dad.

[Guo Guo]: I am really looking forward to Mr. Bear! Little Candy wants to hug him to sleep at night!

[Mu Qing Ji]: It had been disinfected when I sent it, so you can hold it while sleeping at night.

[Guo Guo]: Hehehehe...thank you brother~

【Mu Qing Ji】: It’s okay.

The little kid was sitting on the stairs. His legs were shaking with joy when he thought about seeing Mr. Bear that Mu Qingji had sent him.

The little fat boy occasionally looked up and saw the little kid smiling happily. He got close to his phone with some confusion and took a look, but he could not see anything. From his perspective, the screen was even black.

The little fat boy was full of doubts. Hey? Why is the boss grinning at the black screen? Is he crazy from solving the problem?

Little Naitanzi didn't know about this, so she didn't explain. She just thought about her gift and had a serious chat with Mu Qingji, sharing their daily life.

When Qi Xiangyu and Song Lianqing were still some distance away from Xiaonaituanzi and the other person, they separated their hands, but they continued to walk side by side, very close to each other.

"Brother, Uncle Lian Qing, you two are walking so slowly!" The little fat boy saw the two of them, and stood up with his hands on his waist and said loudly, "I have already solved the math problems my boss gave me, and you are just coming over. You are so slow, like a snail!"

Seeing the little fat boy like this, Qi Xiangyu, who was in a rare good mood, didn't bother with him. He just glanced at a question on the ground and retorted, "You are really good. It took you so long to solve a question. It seems that you need to study hard when you go back."

The little fat boy was instantly depressed when he heard Qi Xiangyu's words. His happiness was gone in an instant.

"Dad, let's go send Brother some meat!" When the little boy saw Song Lianqing, he immediately stood up from the ladder, went down the steps to hold his hand, and looked up at him with his big watery eyes shining. "Brother sent me a bear, I really want to see it soon!"

Song Lianqing squatted down and held the little boy in his arms. He rubbed his little head and asked softly with some confusion, "Hey, who is this brother of yours? How did you add each other on WeChat?"

The little kid didn't quite understand Song Lianqing's confusion, so he tilted his head and said in a baby voice, "Brother is brother, of course it was brother who added me on WeChat."

"Ah? Is it someone you just added online?"

When Song Lianqing heard what Xiaonaituanzi said, his alarm bells were immediately sounded. He asked him nervously, worried that he had been deceived by some pedophile or unscrupulous human trafficker.

Little Milk Ball shook his head and said seriously, "Little Candy would never add someone he doesn't know. This brother asked dad for his WeChat ID!"

Song Lianqing listened to what the little girl said, paused, thought of Qin Younian, and did not ask any more questions, "Okay, Daddy won't ask any more questions, let's go get some meat."

Qi Xiangyu already knew from Song Lianqing that little Tuanzi had found his biological father, so he knew who the father he mentioned just now was, but he was not sure who his biological father was. But it didn't matter.

"Could it be that he is a bodyguard arranged by his father? Or maybe he is his brother or something like that?"

Qi Xiangyu walked beside Song Lianqing and put forward his own guess. Song Lianqing paused, thought about it for a while, and felt that the possibility of it being a bodyguard was higher, so he nodded, "This possibility should exist."

Qi Xiangyu nodded and thought to himself, it seems that the biological father of this little kid has a very complicated background.