32. Dad and mom can't afford it

  Back to our home?

  Her heart skipped a beat, and Qiao Yunxue unknowingly sat up straight in her seat.

  She sat down, only to feel that she had been too cooperative. Tilted her head and thought for a while, Qiao Yunxue still didn't understand - he always spoke so casually, without any killing intent, yet she was so obedient.

  Pouting, Qiao Yunxue unknowingly furrowed her brow and muttered: "I didn't get lost."

  "Oh." He spoke in a flat tone, without any emotion.

  "Rong Qian, I want to go back and see mom." Qiao Yunxue's tone was soft and gentle, with a very good negotiating attitude.

  She glanced at the rearview mirror, taking in her displeased expression, and turned the steering wheel to head towards Oil Painting Street.

  "That... " Qiao Yunxue cleared her throat, "I can just go back by myself!"

  Rong Qian raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

  "Aren't you busy? Go back!" She urged him to go back.

  "It's no use." Rong Qian said calmly.

  "Why?" Qiao Yunxue didn't understand.

  "This is politeness."

  Zhang Zhang mouth, Qiao Yunxue finally silent. He is right.

  When passing the intersection, Rong Qian stopped and bought a box of bright red cherries at a nearby shopping mall. Qiao Yunxue quickly went forward to pay the bill, turned around, saw Rong Qian not moving, looked up, her face turned red: "I'll pay for the gift for my parents."

  Rong Qian's dark eyes were deep and profound: "Yun Xue, we must distinguish ourselves so clearly."

  "We're just like that!" Qiao Yunxue smiled lightly, "Look, my dad and mom, I'll take responsibility for myself. Rong Qian, don't you have a mortgage? Maybe this car is also on loan. Look at me helping you save money, you should thank me."

  Her thin lips pursed slightly, her modest and dark eyes deepened a little: "Yunxue, our parents can't be separated."

  Qiao Yunxue completely lost the ability to speak. She just stared at him, until she felt her eyes were tired, then slowly withdrew her gaze. It wasn't until after a long while that she came back to herself - this warm and sincere-looking man had just struck her in a vulnerable spot with his words.

  Alright, the bed can't be shared; Dad and Mom can't either...

  "Yunxue, our elders know about this matter and will worry about us."

  "Mr. Rong——" Qiao Yunxue's face turned red like a ripe persimmon, she felt hot all over and couldn't bear to look at him again, nor would she say another word. She used to be the marketing director, with meticulous thinking, quick reflexes, and excellent eloquence, but facing this gentle and elegant man, her tongue became tied and her brain short-circuited.

  All the unhappiness brought by Lian Luo Shaofan and Su Qinglan was forgotten.

  Arrived at the sunset gallery, she stopped the car. Her cheeks were puffed up, and after holding back again and again, she still couldn't help but blurt out: "Rong Qian, I didn't say that Dad and Mom would go Dutch either."

  After finishing speaking, she jumped down. That light body was like a butterfly flying on a summer day.

  His lips slightly relaxed, forming a subtle arc that seemed to smile but not quite. His dark pupils gleamed with a hint of mystery as he gazed through the car window at her slender and agile waist.

  Got off the car, carrying cherries and strolling into the sunset gallery.

  Xia Xinqin hastily greeted her daughter and son-in-law. She received the cherries, laughing: "Now that you're here, it's good, why bring things? And such expensive fruit, how embarrassing. Yunxue, don't you also advise Rongqian?"

  That silver was hers, and no matter how her parents ate, it wasn't excessive. Qiao Yunxue smiled faintly: "Mom, the cherry is mine..."

  "It's our heartfelt intention." A gentle and warm voice came from behind her.