Chapter 581: Chapter 581: Mr. He, It’s You Again
Lu Qixi turned her head and saw the little one seriously saying, “Qixi, did you get heartbroken?”
“No,” she imdiately cast aside her jumbled thoughts and looked at him with a beaming smile, “Why do you think I got heartbroken?”
“Because you looked unhappy,” Xiaobao thought for a mont and shyly said, “Qixi, can you not date anyone? When I grow up, I’ll marry you. My grandpa has money, and my dad has money, so I can support you.”
Lu Qixi couldn’t help but burst out laughing, “By the ti you grow up, I’ll be old.”
“No, I still have…” The little one struggled counting on his fingers, frowning heavily, “only five more years to grow up.”
“It’s many, many years from now, stop counting,” Lu Qixi grabbed his chubby little hand, “co here, how about I teach you to sing?”
“Yes!” Xiaobao’s eyes lit up, and he threw himself into her arms, “Qixi, I really like you!”
It was so great that his mom had brought him here, the place she chose was so good! He got to et Qixi and even sing with her!
Xiaobao smiled blissfully.
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anwhile, Zhixi was still miserably tidying Xiaobao’s toys.
Soon, she heard the notification sound of WeChat on her phone, so she walked over to the coffee table, picked up the phone, and checked—it was indeed a voice ssage from Lu Qixi.
She smiled and pressed play, and the little one’s voice burst in: “Mom, I’m learning to sing with Qixi! I’ll sing it for you!”
What followed was a strangely incomprehensible tune, utterly unrecognizable in both lody and lyrics… let’s just call it a song.
Zhixi couldn’t help but chuckle, sent a ssage thanking Lu Qixi, and arranged a ti to pick up Xiaobao.
She sent a smiling emoji response: “No worries, I really like Xiaobao, let him stay with for a couple more hours.”
Zhixi thought about it and decided it would be safer to pick up the little rascal after dark, so she replied with an okay.
As the evening grew darker, Zhixi ordered so takeout on her phone and then went to tidy up the house, with Xiaobao’s singing becoming the background music.
Is this little one off-tune because of his age, or is he truly tone-deaf? She worriedly wondered.
But her singing was really pleasant… could Xiaobao have inherited it from He Jingyao? Anyway, she had never heard that man sing.
It must be the case. She was sure of it.
Soon, the doorbell rang, she thought the delivery had arrived, so she imdiately went to open the door.
However, the person standing outside was He Jingyao.
Her body stiffened for a mont, “Mr. He, it’s you again.”
She emphasized the word “again.”
The man, unconcerned about her aversion, rely smiled, “Can I borrow a pot?”
Zhixi was stunned, “A pot?”
“Yes, I plan to cook so noodles, but I don’t have a pot at ho,” he said with a slight smile, “so I had to turn to a neighbor.”
…Cook so noodles?
…Borrow a pot?
Both of these phrases seed utterly unrelated to this man!
She didn’t believe it, this man needed to cook for himself, surely Li Bo had everything prepared for him already!
“Mr. He actually has to cook for himself?” she gritted her teeth.
“Normally, I don’t need to,” he said sincerely, “I just moved in today, and the chef hasn’t arrived yet.”
“Then why did you invite to dinner earlier?” Zhixi glared at him.
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