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If his answers were ambiguous, it was very likely that all his efforts would have been in vain.

"I didn't intend to confess today, but I was afraid you would think too much." The thin Xiuran looked at the pink tips of Qiao Chuanan's ears. Just as his hand touched them, he was immediately pushed away.

At the same time, Qiao Chunan pushed open the door and got out of the car.

The night wind was blowing, and the ambiguous feeling in the narrow space was dispersed by the wind.

"Chu An, you have not answered my confession." He got out of the car at Jocelyn's, followed by the meniscus.

His slender figure looked exceptionally long under the dim yellow light of the street lamp.

Hearing the name of the empress, Qiao Chuan was stunned. Since when did the empress not call her Miss Qiao?

It seemed to have happened after the time when Old Master Bo was hospitalized.

All sorts of thoughts and emotions surged in Qiao Chunan's mind.

"I, I don't know." He opened his mouth, but in the end could only say this, and ran upstairs.

Seeing Qiao Chuan An run upstairs, the thin Xiu Nang's lips slightly curled up, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Qiao Chuan who was running back home was gasping for breath while leaning against the wall.

"What's wrong with you?" Is there a vicious dog chasing from behind? " Lin Hanxue, who was playing on a flat surface in the living room, saw Qiao Chunan's expression and couldn't help but tease, "Could it be that the peach blossoms are here? Are you hiding from the peach blossoms?"

"You, how did you know?" Qiao Chunan's breathing was slow, he couldn't help but look at her after hearing Lin Hanyue's words, his bright eyes staring at her.

"Of course, I guessed it. Otherwise, how could I have figured it out by pinching my fingers?" Seeing that, Lin Hanxue put down the plate and walked over to Qiao Chuan. She reached out her hand to scratch Qiao Chuan's itchy meat. "Who is it after all?"

"It can't be a dilapidated demon, right?"

"Xiaoxiao, could it be that your ancestors were fortune-tellers?"

The two of them teased each other for a while before collapsing onto the sofa.

Lin Hanxiao gossiped, "Why did you want to confess?"

"I was the one who asked. I just wanted to know why he treated me so well. Who knew that he would directly confess?" A hint of regret flashed across Qiao Chuan's face.

"Don't we all know he's interested in you? You really did go with the flow. " Lin Hanxiao didn't know what to say to Qiao Chun An.

"Xiaoxiao, do you think I should accept or reject?" George was lying on the sofa, looking at the chandelier on the ceiling. His voice was full of confusion.

She liked him a little from the bottom of her heart, but she didn't want to date or mess with such a troublesome person.

"Regardless of whether you accept or reject it, I think that it's impossible for me to let go of my hand just like that." Lin Hanyue only had to see her a few times to know her character, not to mention the people who had been with her for almost half a year.

She was more aware of her personality.

Whether she refused or accepted it, he would not give up.

But she didn't have the heart to date at the moment.

"I know that too." Qiao Chuan mumbled a sentence as his mind was in a mess.

Qiao Chunan's emotions became even more complicated by the confession, she had thought about everything that had happened in the past few days.

Even though she was advised by Lin Hanyi, she knew that she was actually moved.

However, he lacked the courage to move forward.

Her courage seemed to have been used up that day when she was being selected as a commodity.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, when the Elementalist sent Qiao Chunan home, he saw that Bo Anjin was waiting for him at home.

"An An, why aren't you asleep yet?" Tatiana picked him up and the father and son went upstairs.

"Is Auntie Qiao home yet?" He had been spending a lot of time with Qiao Chunan recently, so he felt that his days were very happy. The happiness on his face made people feel very happy.

"Yes, I'm home." He placed Bo Anjin on the bed and covered him with a blanket. After thinking for a moment, he decided to ask for help, "Today, I confessed to your Aunt Qiao, but she didn't answer me."

"Oh." At first, Bo Anjin didn't react, but after thinking for a while, he finally understood the meaning behind his father's words. He immediately jumped up from the bed, "You're saying that you wanted Auntie Qiao to be my mother, but she refused?"

"She didn't refuse. She should still be considering if you can help me tomorrow so Aunt Qiao can be your mother."

When Bo Xiuran heard the rejection from Bo Anjin, his brows furrowed. How could he possibly allow such an answer?

"Yes, I want Auntie Qiao to be my mother."

The next day was Sunday. When he played with Bo Anjin yesterday, he promised to come over today.

Before leaving, Qiao Chun An's heart was tangled. She knew that today, she would have to give an answer, but she did not want to go.

However, she didn't want to go back on her promise to An Ran.

Lin Hanxue sat on the sofa and watched Qiao Chun An fiddle with the things in his hands. She was a bit disappointed, so she grabbed the things in her hands to help her put on her makeup.

"It's just like usual. Why are you so conflicted?" "Although I feel that there's something wrong with this person, but since you can't avoid it, you should face it."

Lin Hanxia quickly made up Qiao Chu An's makeup, pushed her out the door, crawled back onto the bed and continued sleeping.

Qiao Chunan, who had been pushed to the door, shook his head. He suppressed the mixed feelings in his heart and walked towards the mansion with a slight smile on his face.

This time, she didn't even get to the Bo family's villa when she saw two figures, one big and one small, waiting outside the door.

George's heart was beating fast, especially when he saw those two.

The sun was a bit warm, and the wind that blew past his ears sounded somewhat intoxicating.

"What do you think about what happened last night?" As the family of three walked into the living room, Shuren Burg turned his head to look at Joachim. His voice was a little hoarse, causing one's ears to itch.

Hearing her words, Bo Anjin stopped holding Qiao Chunan's hand and looked up at Qiao Chunan, "Auntie Qiao, just agree to daddy. Daddy said he likes you, and you told me last time that as long as we like each other, you can be my mother."

"Auntie Qiao, you must like my dad too, right?" Bo Anjin's eyes were filled with desire, "Aunt Qiao, I want you to be my mother."

"Then I'll have a mother."

Qiao Chunan lowered his head and stroked Bo Anjin's head. If he refused, there was no way for him to say it.

She dared not and could not say directly that she did not like the dilemmas.

Some people don't really like it because they don't tell you I don't like it.

She was fond of meniscus.