Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

Luo Qingqian was very satisfied after taking a look at it, and the publicity team also edited the Weibo content for her.

After Luo Qingqian saved it in her phone, she squinted her eyes in the car, and soon arrived at the apartment.

She arrived home early, so when she returned, Jun Tingmo and Xiao Baozi were not there, so she simply changed her clothes and started cleaning.

The apartment was relatively small, so she tidied up a lot of things, including Xiao Baozi's toys, and Jun Tingmo's clothes were ironed before she could wear them.

These things are usually done by a nanny, but Luo Qingqian will do them when she has time. After doing this, it will be about six o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, Xiao Baozi should be out of school, Luo Qingqian looked downstairs curiously, looking forward to seeing Xiao Baozi, just like when Tang's father watched her and Tang Xiaoteng return when they were young.

She was just looking casually at first, but unexpectedly she saw the little bun underneath.

But at the same time, she also saw Wei Xiao, who seemed to be giving Xiao Baozi something, but Xiao Baozi was determined not to want it.

Without a wrinkle, Luo Qingqian took off her apron and went downstairs directly.

"Wei Xiao, what are you doing here? Does Jun Tingmo know?" Luo Qingqian directly protected the little bun behind her back, especially when she saw the fear flashing in the little bun's eyes, she frowned fiercely, " So Wei Xiao, what do you want, that you come here to pester Xiao Baozi on purpose?"

Wei Xiao's face changed: "What do you mean I pester Xiao Baozi? He is my son. What's wrong with me talking to him?"

"Besides, I'm giving him toys. Doesn't he like Buzz Lightyear? As my son, what's wrong with me giving him a gift?"

Looking at Wei Xiao's rascally face, Luo Qingqian was so angry that his face turned black.

"You are basically kidnapping morally. Xiao Baozi is still so young, you have the right to not want what you give. Since you have never married Ah Ting, this child is no longer yours."

"So, in the future, don't bother Xiao Baozi anymore. If you want money, you can discuss it with Jun Tingmo. I believe he will satisfy you. Don't forget, your brother is still living in a mental hospital. Luo Qingqian narrowed her eyes and threatened.

When Wei Xiao heard this, his face changed slightly: "I am the biological mother of Xiao Baozi anyway, so I have the right to see him."

After Wei Xiao finished speaking, he unexpectedly stopped talking to Luo Qingqian, and instead turned his attention to Xiao Baozi: "Mom is leaving first, and I will come to see you tomorrow."

"You are not my mother, Qianqian is my mother." Little Baozi suddenly roared.

Wei Xiao was taken aback by the yelling, and looked at Xiao Baozi with a look of hatred in his eyes, but she quickly covered it up and disappeared.

After a while, she smiled awkwardly: "In short, no matter what you say, you are my son, and this cannot change the fact."

Luo Qingqian looked at Wei Xiao's nonsense, she frowned slightly, bent down and hugged the little bun into her arms, turned and went upstairs.

"Qianqian, I'll go by myself." The little bun slid down as he spoke.

Seeing this, Luo Qingqian no longer persisted, bent slightly, and put the little bun on the ground
The little bun walked up the stairs very actively with his short legs, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Luo Qingqian was very angry at first, but seeing Xiao Baozi's happy face, she suddenly lost her temper. Why should she get upset over a person who deliberately caused trouble?
Luo Qingqian has always been very optimistic, perhaps because she died once, she has taken a lot of light on these things.