Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"This is too fucking mysterious! Boss, I don't know that imaginative one. You can tell that he must be your concubine just by looking at the pain and nostalgia in that eye lying on the ground! You have achieved success by leaving him, Unload the mill and kill the donkey!" Xiaopang flipped through the messy comments below, reading with great interest.

Zhao Qichen scratched his hair, crossed his legs and said, "The pain is real, nostalgia...? Does he want to be punched again?"

"Some people say that this man may be a leader in China's e-sports industry. There is only one truth, and that is that Brother Sun was adopted by someone!" Lao Lang followed closely, reading the next weird comment after Xiaopang.

"Nurture? Are you kidding me, he has to be richer than the boss! Look at the poor face of this grandson, even I can't afford it." Fatty said disdainfully while zooming into a picture on Weibo .

Lin Qiuran is not like Xiaopang and the other three who can chat and joke with Zhao Qichen indifferently. After all, all this happened because of her, and Zhao Qichen was also hacked like this because he was doing him a favor.

"Qichen, I'm sorry." Lin Qiuran approached Zhao Qichen and said apologetically.

"If...you didn't want to help me..."

Zhao Qichen interrupted Lin Qiuran directly, and said with certainty and sincerity: "Ran Ran, what did you say? Didn't you just get hacked? This is a common thing for us, just post a Weibo to clarify Besides, it is a good thing to make that grandson despise by the people of the whole country!"

What's more, all of this is for you, as long as it is related to you, as long as it can help you, let alone gossip, being scolded or hacked, it doesn't matter even if there is a hail of bullets.

Lin Qiuran seemed to understand Zhao Qichen's spoken and silent words. She lowered her head and looked at her toes, and said embarrassedly: "Well, you should rest early tonight, there are still a few games to play tomorrow. .”

Staring at Lin Qiuran's slender back, Zhao Qichen suddenly felt distressed. He didn't know how she worked so hard as a woman in this bloody shopping mall, and why she suddenly fell into the abyss to take over them.If necessary, he might be able to intercede with that person for her sake.

"Yo! Boss, Sister Ran Ran is gone, what are you looking at, do you want to watch the door?" Xiao Pang pretended to be shy and pinched Zhao Qichen's cuff with two fingers, and said coquettishly.

Zhao Qichen looked down at the place Xiaopang pinched, with disgust on his face.

The old wolf jokingly said: "Fatty, what do you know? Brother Sun, this is called hopelessness!"

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, a bunch of ordinary people!" Zhao Qichen ignored a few people, turned his head and went upstairs by himself, but his eyes were still fixed on Lin Qiuran's door, with a smile on his face all the time.

Early the next morning, as soon as Zhao Qichen came downstairs, he saw Lin Qiuran with loose hair and home clothes, drinking plain water while looking at his phone.

Zhao Qichen had never seen Lin Qiuran as a good wife and mother, so he simply stood on the steps and watched quietly.

Lin Qiuran focused on clicking the on-screen keyboard of the mobile phone, and did not realize that her every move was being watched by others.

After about ten minutes, Zhao Qichen really couldn't bear it anymore, not because of anything else, but because he was worried about whether Lin Qiuran's eyes could bear it. Normally, he had to look at the computer every day at work, and he had to stare at the phone all the time when he was not working. .

Zhao Qichen walked down the steps, came gently to Lin Qiuran's side, and said, "Aren't you afraid of hurting your eyes if you play with your phone early in the morning?"

"Ah! Ah?" Lin Qiuran looked at Zhao Qichen who suddenly appeared beside her, obviously startled, then subconsciously pressed the phone, and said with a stiff smile, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Zhao Qichen looked at Lin Qiuran with a dark face, a girl who didn't know how to cherish her body.

"Why did you wake up so early? I thought you guys only woke up in the afternoon. Let me warm you a cup of milk."

Zhao Qichen hadn't prepared his rhetoric about educating Lin Qiuran, but Lin Qiuran had already opened his mouth with a smile.

Zhao Qichen sat on the sofa, looked at Lin Qiuran with a smile, nodded and said, "Okay! But I'm afraid you need to heat up a few more cups. In order to adapt to your resting style, we have discussed the future schedule with you. Same time!"

What does it matter if you can watch the sunrise and the moonset with her, get up early and go to bed late!
The sun passed through the air, and hit Lin Qiuran's face softly. The shadow of the long eyelashes reflected on the fair face, and a few strands of hair scattered randomly on the sideburns. A scenery not to be forgotten.

Put hot oil in the frying pan, and gently break two eggs along the edge of the pan. The sound of "sizzling" makes your mouth water. The hot bread just pops out of the machine lightly, and the thick milk is poured in little by little. Transparent glass.

Lin Qiuran prepared everything and walked to the dining table with a simple and warm breakfast.

She looked at Zhao Qichen and said, "Qichen, in fact, you don't need to take care of me like this. Instead, it should be me, as the team manager, who takes the initiative to adapt to your schedule."

"What's the matter, Sister Ran Ran! Isn't it just a routine, it's like jet lag, it's very convenient!"

"My God, how long has it been since I had breakfast with love, my God!"

Lin Qiuran looked up, and Xiaopang and Laolang had rushed to the dining table at a speed comparable to that of a hot wheel.And directly poured half a glass of milk into his stomach.

"Hmm! Sister Ranran, didn't you say that you only know how to make instant noodles? Your fried eggs are definitely at the level of KFC! You're lying, my God!" Xiaopang smacked his lips, regretting that he didn't cook well. chew.

Lin Qiuran smiled embarrassingly. He was just joking with them. In fact, how could he not know how to cook after living alone for so many years?
"By the way, where is Mahou? Is he still sleeping? Sure enough, it seems that some people can't cope with jet lag!" Lin Qiuran found that Mahou's door was still tightly closed, and said with a smile.

The old wolf shook his head vigorously, and said with his two bulging cheeks: "No, no...he wanted to flatter the boss last night, and begged the boss to borrow some money to buy the new 3ms mouse. I bought it, and I wanted to scold all those black bosses on Weibo, but I found out that there was a real fan who didn't sleep all night, and did everything he wanted to do."

"He found that he had nothing to do, so he was angrily scrolling through Weibo all night, and now he was exhausted and was trying to catch up on sleep!"

As he spoke, the old wolf cast a "passionate" look at Zhao Qichen.

Fatty took another big gulp of milk after hearing this, and said, "Boss, you still have such fans! How much did you pay for it? It must be a big price. You are so dedicated and responsible."