Chapter 890 Qiao Bao'er Senior Sister

ken up, and no matter what, you have to let her know. As for whether she wants to remain part of the Qiao family in the future, we won't force or persuade her."Grandma Qiao's thoughts were simple. Sin..."Did you or did you not have someone beat up your brother"

Song's father stood up angrily from the sofa. He had been in poor health recently, and his body had become bloated. Despite his size, when he stood tall like this, his anger was palpable as he shouted.

"Nobody hit me!"

A small figure ran down the stairs. Song Baogen, like a reckless bull, was filled with rebellion. "I told you, nobody hit me, I fell by myself!!"

His face was stubbornly set, as if at odds with the whole world. His small frame seemed to be bursting with boundless energy as he clenched his fists tightly, as if ready to fight anyone to the death at any moment.

If anyone dared to contradict him, Song Baogeng would fly into a rage on the spot.

The young bully of the Song family, accustomed to being domineering at school, never expected to run into a tough nut recently.

"It's okay, it's alright." Mo Yun immediately comforted his emotions.

I think my son's ego is hurt, he doesn't like it when people talk about him.

Song's father was still somewhat obsessed, and asked his son, "Was it your sister who sent someone to beat you up"

Song Baogen tightened his face, he didn't speak, just like a stubborn ox, he charged towards Song Mengmeng, bumping her so hard that she almost fell.

Then he snorted and ran out the door. Mo Yun didn't have the heart to pick on Song Mengmeng anymore, so she quickly chased after him, calling out in a voice full of maternal love, "Baby, slow down, don't fall..."

Song Mengmeng has already gotten used to her younger brother's rude behavior.

Before that, she really hated this little demon. But then one time, Song Baogen pretended to be an adult and told her he was going to do bad things to her, so the Song family would let her go. He's a brilliant strategist.

Although it's laughable, it actually touched her heart.

Indeed, every time Song Baogen bullied her in person, the Song family members would quickly ignore her, allowing her to leave smoothly. This time was no exception; they all went after that little ghost.

On the way back, Sima An was driving, clearly absent-minded. He seemed to be holding something back, and asked in a complex tone, “...... Have you been getting closer to your senior sister lately”

Although Sima An usually appears to be a gentle and harmless gentleman, he is actually very arrogant. The "senior sister" he truly acknowledges from the bottom of his heart only refers to Qiao Bao'er.

Song Mengmeng wanted to get away with a superficial response.

He, however, eagerly interjected, “Meng Meng, you shouldn't get too close to your senior.”

She asked, "Why"

< Sima An drove, his brows furrowed in concentration. He was speeding. >

He didn't say a word on the drive home.

Until the car came to a stop, he unbuckled Song Mengmeng's seatbelt and opened the door for her. "The people around your senior are very hard to offend. In case you make a mistake somewhere, the Song family definitely won't be able to protect you, even I... wouldn't be able to help."

Sima An's voice was soft, her tone complex.

Song Mengmeng was astonished. He had lost his usual facade, and a sense of humility painted across his entire face. She had never seen him like this, so lacking in confidence and dejected.

"Jo Bao'er is pretty easy to get along with..."

"Get out," he quickly cut her off, seeming unwilling to discuss it further.

Switching to his usual gentle smile, he then said in an unexpected way, "What are we having for dinner tonight Since Aunt Fu has been let go by you, now we have to fend for ourselves. How about I go to the supermarket and buy some good ingredients to make a hot pot"

"Uh-huh." She replied casually, looking up. "Aren't you going back to be with Lanlan"

"She's out traveling abroad with her sisters. That's what she's busy doing." He had a big smile on his face.

Song Mengmeng didn't speak again.

I always feel he's living a very tiring life. He wears a mask every day, and sometimes I can't even tell which words are true and which are false.

Sima An actually didn't like business competition at all. He wasn't naturally suited for the business world, but he insisted on pushing himself into it, as if challenging himself, trying to prove something.

In the absence of a nanny, Sima An simply took on the role of the family's main chef. While working, he managed to find time to cook three meals a day.

Song Mengmeng tasted the dish he had made and was amazed. It was surprisingly good, not inferior to restaurants outside.

If he wishes, Sima An can be a good father and husband.

On Tuesday, the Song family called again to urge him to go to the airport to pick up Mo Yufeng. Sima An wouldn't go, he had bad intentions, and although he agreed verbally, he wanted to make Mo Yufeng wait foolishly.

At last, for some unknown reason, Mo Yufei seemed to have gone out to play with her friends and did not return to the Song family.

He moved back in recently.

Sima An stayed at home every day. She only had a chance to go back to the city to see her daughter when he went on business trips.

Back in the city, I met with a real estate agent. Today, she and the nanny brought Lele out to look at new houses together.

To make it convenient for LeLe to attend kindergarten next year, her parents bought a house in the city center.

They quickly fell in love with a 120-square-meter apartment. The nanny loved the surrounding environment and felt hopeful for the future. Turning around, she specially reminded her, "Mengmeng, if he's going to marry that woman, then we should just break up with him completely, absolutely don't drag it out, don't hold back."

"I have no regrets," she said with a carefree smile.

"That's good."

The nanny had a leg injury and limped. After walking for a while, her feet got tired, so she went to the side to rest sitting down. Lele, the little child, was full of energy and seemed to enjoy playing with many children in the neighborhood. She stood by the side, her big eyes watching other kids. She wanted to play with them but didn't dare to go over.

"We, Lulu, are just timid and sensitive…"

Song Mengmeng hugged her daughter and sighed, then said with envy, “If Qiao Bao’er's twin sons were here, they would definitely want something and rush over with their little legs, not afraid of anything.”

"The wet nurse snorted, 'Our LeLe is a girl. It's pretty good for girls to be reserved and modest.'"

It's not like that, some girls are lively and bold, and also cute...

Song Mengmeng's words trailed off halfway as she looked in astonishment at the two people who walked in through the entrance of the residential complex. Sima An saw her from afar and waved enthusiastically in her direction.

"What a coincidence, how did you end up in this complex" he strode over and asked first.

Song Mengmeng remained silent, observing them.

Sima An went on a business trip to the city, and Lanlan accompanied him.

“Hello,” Lanlan actually smiled at her, a look of apology and gentleness on her face. “About last time, I was wrong. I acted too impulsively, Mengmeng. I hope you can forgive me.”

Song Mengmeng was a little uncomfortable with the sudden affection.

She also politely said, “Last time it was my fault. I entered your house without your permission.”

This startled Song Mengmeng.

The only feeling I got from being held by that woman was like being wrapped up in a snake, cold and icy.

Lan Lan is a smart woman. After she had a fight with Sima An last time, she immediately felt something was wrong. Sima An seemed displeased with her, as if he could leave her at any time. These days, she has been much more docile and careful, which finally brought back Sima An's previous warmth and affection.

"Miss Song, if you like the house, let's sign the contract as soon as possible," said a man in a suit and tie, holding a contract as he hurried over.

Song Mengmeng hesitated a little, turning her head to look at Nai Ma and Lele under the shade of the trees in the distance.

The real estate agent, seeing she was hesitant, smiled and said, "It seems your family is quite satisfied with this property, and your daughter particularly loves the children's play equipment in the complex..."

"What daughter" Sima An retorted., and the elder patriarch dared not utter another word. They both bowed their heads in unison.After all, the death of a young master is a big event. Their leader, though strong, is already over fifty...