Xiao Zi brought Qiao Chengfan back to London. When Xiao Zi downloaded a video for him to show Ye Jiaqi's opening ceremony.

In Xiao Zi's simple apartment, Qiao Chengfan was holding her tablet.

"Qiqi is so beautiful." The little guy only watched Ye Jiaqi throughout the whole process, "So amazing."

Xiao Zi sat aside and touched his head: "Yes."

"But you can't sit down and watch, you're unhappy." Qiao Chengfan slapped his mouth.

Suddenly, he saw a little girl delivering flowers to Qiqi and hugging Qiqi!

"Who is this little girl? How can I hug Qiqi? Qiqi is mine." Qiao Chengfan's possessiveness came up again, and he looked at Xiao Zi unhappily.

He was a little jealous.

How could I hug Qiqi casually, and Qiqi kiss her?

Oh my God, how can I kiss?

Qiao Chengfan was unhappy.

Xiao Zi had no choice but to coax: "This is a little girl who sends flowers. You must be your favorite one in Qiqi."

"Hmm." The little guy was still a little unhappy.

Xiao Zi thought the little guy was really interesting, so small and possessive.

I don’t know why this little guy is so obsessed with Ye Jiaqi.

Qiao Chengfan stared at the tablet, and Xiao Zi sat on the sofa and drank tea.

It is raining again in London today, and the rain continues all night.

Outside the window, it was wet. At first glance, the mist rose and the drizzle was wet.

A layer of water fell on Xiao Zi's spider plant, and the green color was brighter and eye-catching.

Xiao Zi accidentally lowered her head and her eyes fell on Qiao Chengfan's little face.

This face looks really similar to Mr. Qiao.

However, after a closer look, the chin and lips were more like another person.

Yes, that's right, like Ye Jiaqi.

Xiao Zi's eyes paused and retracted.

She leaned on the sofa, reading books and drinking tea.

In her hand was an English version of "Wuthering Heights". She watched her hair hanging down on her shoulders, and she felt a rare peace.

She used to be like this, but now she has another Qiao Chengfan to take care of her.

She was worried about giving it to others, so she did it herself.

"This person looks like a father." Qiao Chengfan suddenly pressed the pause button, poked the screen with his little finger, and looked at Xiao Zi, "Auntie Xiao Zi, look."

"Hmm?" Xiao Zi put down the book and leaned over.

Qiao Chengfan had a nice smell of milk on his body, and Xiao Zi looked at the screen carefully next to his head.

"Where?"

"This is the only one here." Qiao Chengfan pointed anxiously, "Does it look like it, does it look like it?"

Xiao Zi looked carefully again, right?

How did Qiao Chengfan find this dark crowd?

Moreover, the video was too blurry and flashed by.

She carefully distinguished it and it looked a bit like Mr. Qiao.

The man sat in the last row of the auditorium and was buried in the crowd, but the crowd could not hide his sharpness.

The video just flashed by. Even if Qiao Chengfan paused, he could only see blurry images.

The side face is indeed a bit like Mr. Qiao.

"Auntie Xiao Zi, is it a father?" Qiao Chengfan looked at her with anticipation.

He thinks it is.

But Xiao Zi hasn't heard that Qiao Sinian is in the United States.

If it was Mr. Qiao...

"Auntie Xiao Zi, is that right?" Qiao Chengfan was still asking.

"I can't see clearly, maybe it's."

"I think so, dad looks like this." Qiao Chengfan stared at the screen. It was Lao Qiao, he recognized it. "Dad likes Qiqi, but he likes it."
Chapter completed!