Seeing Qiao Qingyu come in, Xiaohu danced happily, but the little girl had a expressionless face, and her eyes were calm and could not cause any slight turbulence.

Especially those dark eyes, dull and dull, as if they were looking at you, but not looking at you.

Mrs. Li was busy in the kitchen and put the hot soup noodles into a big bowl, put two poached eggs on it, and put them on the table, saying to Qiao Qingyu, "Qingyu, hurry up and eat it, it's going to be cold later. By the way, Xiao He and Rongrong have all finished eating. I'll go to bring you sausages and pickles. It's really delicious. Your Xiao He has good skills..."

Because of Mrs. Li's self-talk, the slightly awkward atmosphere in the room was diluted a lot. Qiao Qingyu hurriedly went to wash her hands, then sat down and started having supper.

Mrs. Li has always been great in her skills, and even someone who is so picky can't tell a little about it.

Unexpectedly, the pickles fried by He Xiuyu were also very good.

At this time, Mrs. Li said that if you have something to do, go home first, and Xiaohu continued to play with Rongrong on the kang.

He Xiuyu continued to clean the kitchen.

He was wearing a simple shirt, rolled his sleeves to his arms, and brushed the pot with his eyebrows down.

Qiao Qingyu, who went to get the chili sauce, was stunned for a moment.

The man is tall and straight, and he can be seen from his occasional movements that he has a very good figure.

Qiao Qingyu blinked, then quickly slipped into the room.

The hot soup noodles with chili sauce, plus the sausage and pickles fried by He Xiuyu, Qiao Qingyu tasted very delicious.

I didn't have time to take care of the two little things on the kang. While I was thinking about how to arrange their temporary family life rationally and scientifically after He Xiuyu came back.

After all, from now on, He Xuerong will always live by He Xiuyu's side.

At this moment, Mrs. Li came and was about to take Xiaohu home.

They are all their own people, Qiao Qingyu is still eating her hot soup noodles.

I heard Xiaohu's solemn advice from He Xuerong, "Rongrong, I'll come to play with you tomorrow, you must remember my name."

Qiao Qingyu grinned, little brat, you know how to pick up girls at this point.

From beginning to end, He Xuerong, who said nothing, was still looking at Xiaohu calmly.

He didn't speak or nodded, and he didn't have any emotions.

Mrs. Li had long seen something was wrong with the child, but she couldn't say anything, but Qiao Qingyu was not shocked because He Xuerong was suffering from moderate autism at this time.

Xiaohu was a chatterbox, and without waiting for He Xuerong to react, he continued to remind him, "Rongrong, my name is Li Mingguang, you must remember..."

Just when the three words Li Mingguang were spoken by Xiaohu, Qiao Qingyu, who was eating noodles, suddenly looked up and looked at Xiaohu in amazement.

Li Mingguang?

The future of the Greater Mo Dao brother who is the Northwest, Li Mingguang, known as the Siberian tiger!

It turned out to be the little tiger from Mrs. Li's house?

The next second, Qiao Qingyu, who held her breath, suddenly felt itchy in her throat. She could no longer control her loud cough.

Mrs. Li was startled and quickly put down Xiaohu and walked over. He Xiuyu, who heard the violent coughing sound, quickly walked into the room.

His hands were still dripping with water.

After a turmoil, Qiao Qingyu, whose face turned red, wiped off the tears from the cough and rinsed her mouth again, and quickly packed up what she coughed, and couldn't eat the rest.
Chapter completed!