Chapter 1582 - 1582 Father and Son Talk

1582 Father and Son Talk

From the first time he saw Little Xiaxia until now, Bo Qingli had only seen her cry once, when Xia Wanyuan and Jun Shiling disappeared more than ten years ago.

Today was the second time. Little Xiaxia sat at the door with red eyes, looking extremely sad.

“Stop the car.”

The car suddenly stopped. Bo Qing pushed open the car door and strode towards Little Xiaxia.

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“Brother Qingli.” Little Xiaxia looked up at Bo Qingli pitifully.

Bo Qingli narrowed his beautiful fox-like eyes. He walked over and pulled Little Xiaxia up. “Why are you crying, ugly girl?”

Little Xiaxia wiped her tears. “I came to say goodbye to you. We won’t see each other again.”

Bo Qingli’s expression darkened. He stared intently at Little Xiaxia. “Where are you going?”

Bo Qingli was so focused on Little Xiaxia leaving that he almost did not notice that he had already pinched Little Xiaxia’s wrist red.

“Those people from the Jun family are going to attack my brother. I’m going to attend the board meeting with my brother tomorrow. If I can’t come back…”

“What nonsense are you talking about!” Bo Qingli frowned and interrupted Little Xiaxia. “Impossible.”

Little Xiaxia looked down. She shook Bo Qingli’s arm. “Brother Qingli, I just came to say goodbye to you. I’m going back to go back and look for Big Brother and Second Brother.”

With that, Little Xiaxia turned to leave, but Bo Qingli pulled her back. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

“Brother Qingli, you’re the best.” Little Xiaxia hugged Bo Qingli as if she was hugging Jun Yin and Jun Jiajin.

However, Bo Qingli froze.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Although Jun Yin and Jun Jiajin were both boys, they had been protecting Little Xiaxia since she was young.

Little Xiaxia had known since she was young that she could not have very intimate contact with other men.

Before she was ten years old, Little Xiaxia could still hug Bo Qingli often. However, after she was ten years old, Bo Qingli consciously kept a distance from Little Xiaxia.

Today was the first time Little Xiaxia had hugged him in so long.

Bo Qingli’s hand moved, but in the end, he did not touch her. An indescribable feeling rose in his heart.

His heart suddenly raced. Looking at the hair on Little Xiaxia’s head, Bo Qingli’s ears subconsciously turned red.

As if drawing strength from Bo Qingli, Little Xiaxia hugged him for a long time before letting go of him. “Brother Qingli, I’m going back.”

“Okay, I’ll send you.”

When he was with Little Xiaxia, Bo Qingli was basically a chatterbox. However, on the way back to Little Xiaxia today, Bo Qingli was rarely silent.

Until he sent Little Xiaxia home, Bo Qingli looked a little distracted.

Watching Little Xiaxia enter the manor, Bo Qingli got the chauffeur to drive straight to the suburbs of Beijing.

In the command room of a certain base, Bo Xiao, who was wearing a capable uniform, was talking to his subordinate when someone suddenly came to report.

“Little Master is here.”

Bo Xiao was a little surprised. “Okay, I’ll go take a look.”

He had been a little busy recently. Bo Xiao had not seen Bo Qingli for a long time. The moment he saw him, Bo Xiao went forward and patted Bo Qingli’s shoulder. “Is your mother okay at home?”

Bo Qingli rolled his fox-like eyes. “Dad, you even called my mother for two hours last night. She’s very good. She eats really well.”

“Rascal,” Bo Xiao scolded jokingly. “Why are you looking for me? You won’t look for me for no reason.”

“Something is going to happen to the Jun family. The second branch of the Jun family wants to attack Jun Yin. There’s a board meeting tomorrow.” Bo Qingli said the main point succinctly.

“I’ve already received the news. Don’t worry, I won’t sit back and do nothing.” Bo Xiao comforted Bo Qingli. “Did you comfort Little Xiaxia? She must be very worried.”

At the mention of Little Xiaxia, Bo Qingli subconsciously thought of the warmth in his arms just now and his eyes flickered.

A father knew his son best. Bo Xiao instantly sensed that something was wrong. He narrowed his fox-like eyes and sized Bo Qingli up seriously, then very seriously.

“You’ve had many ideas since you were young, so I won’t say much. It’s just two sentences. One, liking someone is a matter of life. Think carefully first. Don’t hurt Little Xiaxia. Otherwise, I’d rather not have you as a son.

“Second, if you dare to do nonsense before you become adults, I’ll break your legs.”