h4Chapter 483: Chapter 483/h4

    Su Lu was still a bit tired. She leaned on Bo Jingshen’s shoulder and whispered into his ear with a smile, "Looks like you’ve been outdone, Bao Xiaocao."

    Bo Jingshen nced sideways at her. "I think it’s because I didn’t try hard enoughst night, that’s why you still dare to be so insolent."

    "...I was wrong," Su Lu’s ear tips flushed with a hint of red.

    Bo Jingshen looked at her again, sideways. "As long as you know your mistake, I forgive you."

    Su Lu chuckled softly.

    Jing Qiao sat leisurely in a chair, not joining in the conversation between Bo Jingshen and Su Lu, nor paying attention to Song Boyuan.

    She held a small bun in her hand, eating it bit by bit while watching a ballet performance on a tablet.

    It wasn’t until close to the ticket check time, that Song Boyuan, dragging a suitcase, brought the child back.

    He had left with just a child, but now the child was adorned with two strings of lollipops and was carrying arge bag filled with snacks and pastries.

    Su Lu: "..."

    Bo Jingshen: "..."

    Zhao Xiaole was excited, "Mommy! Uncle bought me a lot of snacks!"

    Su Lu calmly asked, "Zhao Xiaole, how much quota do you have left?"

    Zhao Xiaole’s snack allowance was countable every month, even down to each week.

    Hearing this, Zhao Xiaole immediately felt timid, his shoulders drooping. "Not... not much left."

    "And you still let Uncle buy you so much?" inquired Su Lu.

    Zhao Xiaole’s voice was meek. "Uncle wanted to buy them for me."

    "And that’s because you like it, isn’t it? Ask your uncle now, ask him if you like that snack shop to buy for you, see if he agrees," Su Lu suggested.

    Su Lu didn’t avoid Song Boyuan with her remark, so after hearing this, Zhao Xiaole turned to look at Song Boyuan.

    Song Boyuan said, "It’s just a few bucks for that store, there’s nothing not to agree about."

    Utterly unprincipled.

    Absolutely spoiled without a limit.

    Zhao Xiaole looked eagerly at Song Boyuan. "Uncle is really nice."

    Unemotionally, Song Boyuan rubbed his head, "Do you still have a snack quota?"

    "Yes, I can only eat junk food four times a month. Two snacks count as one junk food..." Zhao Xiaole sighed lightly and counted on his fingers, "I’ve run out for this month."

    Song Boyuan looked at Su Lu. "Can’t he borrow against next month?"

    Su Lu: "..."

    You think it’s a sry or something, borrowing in advance...

    Seeing Su Lu didn’t answer, Song Boyuan said, "Looks like it’s a no then. Never mind."

    He nced down at Zhao Xiaole. "No worries, when your quota refreshes next month, I’ll buy you a chocte tart."

    Zhao Xiaole was stunned: "From Mushroom Mushroom Chocte Workshop?"

    Mushroom Mushroom Chocte Workshop was a famous high-end shop specializing in handmade choctes in Beijing.

    Incredibly delicious, that chocte tart was truly luxurious. A full set, very pricey.

    Despite Zhao Xiaole being allowed junk food every month, Su Lu would never buy him such high-calorie energy bombs.

    Bo Jingshen: "... You’re being a bit too much, brother-inw. My wife is going to get mad at you like this."

    Su Lu frowned.

    Zhao Xiaole was slightly nervous... He was afraid of his mother getting angry.

    But Su Lu just frowned for a moment and then said, "Get the package with cotton candy, not the one with fruit. The cotton candy one tastes better."

    "... " Song Boyuan looked at her, "Okay."

    Listening, Bo Jingshen felt something was not quite right, but didn’t say more. It was time to check their tickets, so they got up and walked to the checkpoint, went down the esctor and got on the train, Bo Jingshen quietly asked Su Lu, "You want to eat it yourself, right?"

    Su Lu said, "You don’t know about the Mushroom Mushroom Workshop in Beijing, it’s really tasty, but hard to make a reservation. Since Song Boyuan is buying... I almost told him to buy two just now."

    Bo Jingshen: "... I didn’t expect you to be that kind of mother, fighting over food with your son."

    "I’ll share some with him. Kids shouldn’t eat too much sugar. He’s going to have to change his teeth in a couple of years anyway." Su Lu asserted, making her food-snatching from her son sound impressively justifiable. Bo Jingshen was quite convinced too.

    Of course, Zhao Xiaole didn’t know any of this. He just knew that he had a chance to eat chocte tarts from the Mushroom Mushroom Chocte Workshop! He was in a really good mood.

    Fond of his uncle.

    He was holding his aunt’s hand as they entered the checkpoint. When they went down the esctor, Jing Qiao picked him up, and he whispered into Jing Qiao’s ear, "Auntie, Auntie."

    "Hmm?" Jing Qiao looked at him with a smile.

    With a mix of mystery and nervousness, Zhao Xiaole whispered into Jing Qiao’s ear, "Uncle just took me to a convenience store for snacks, and ady asked him for his phone number!"

    Jing Qiao was taken aback, "Oh? Really?"

    "Yes, really! A young and beautifuldy!" Zhao Xiaole said earnestly.

    Jing Qiao couldn’t help but chuckle, "You’re quite worried."

    "Of course I’m worried! You are my aunt..." Zhao Xiaole said.

    Then Jing Qiao yfully asked him, "Okay, so what do you think your aunt should do?"

    Zhao Xiaole giggled, "Auntie, you should keep a tighter leash on Uncle, don’t let him get taken by other beautifuldies."

    Jing Qiao nodded in agreement, "Alright, I’ll keep a tighter watch. Now, tell me, was that beautifuldy prettier than your aunt?"

    Zhao Xiaole honestly shook his head, "Of course not, my auntie is the prettiest. She is only a tiny bit less pretty than my mom."

    "Then tell your auntie, did he give that beautifuldy his phone number?" Jing Qiaoughed and asked another question.

    Before Zhao Xiaole could respond.

    A warm breath came from behind, whispering into her ear, "No."

    The male voice had a cool metallic touch, showing little emotion, and said further, "I didn’t give her my phone number."

    Jing Qiao was taken aback and felt somewhat embarrassed.

    She hadn’t realized Song Boyuan was right behind her. Earlier he was several people away, and being a man not fond of physical contact, she didn’t expect him to squeeze up right next to her.

    Zhao Xiaole also helpfully raised his hand and said, "I can vouch! Uncle didn’t give that prettydy his phone number!"

    "That’s, that’s good then." Jing Qiao said dryly. The elevator reached the bottom, and as Jing Qiao was holding Zhao Xiaole, she couldn’t quite see where she was stepping and stumbled slightly.

    A man’s arm reached from behind, securely protecting Jing Qiao, and he firmly pulled her into his arms.

    "Be careful, don’t fall." The cool male voice rang out again.

    Before Jing Qiao could respond, she felt lighter as the child was taken from her arms by Song Boyuan, "I’ll carry him. You just follow me."