Reborn Sweet Wife: Quan Shao's favorite

Qiao Ruoqing smiled.

That's right, Qiao Ruolan's incident has caused a lot of trouble in the city recently, and Chen Yali, a mother, should really be anxious.

Seeing Qiao Ruoqing's smile, Uncle Wang suddenly remembered something, "By the way, miss, in the afternoon, Ms. Cai from the Song family came to see you and waited until eight o'clock to see you. I just left when I came back."

After reminiscing for a while, Uncle Wang began to tell: "Ms. Cai also asked me to tell you that the old man of the Song family went to find Young Master Song yesterday and used family law on Young Master Song, and Young Master Song is still lying in the hospital. "

Qiao Ruoqing's mood was a little complicated.

She respects the old man very much.

This time, she originally only wanted to deal with Qiao Ruolan and Song Mingyuan, but unexpectedly, the old man was alarmed.

She felt a little sorry.

On the weekend, Qiao Ruoqing bought a bunch of supplements and went to visit the old man.

Autumn was getting deeper and the weather was getting cooler. The old man was sitting on a rocking chair in the yard basking in the sun. There was a small square table next to him, with teacups and a pot of tea on it.

Qiao Ruoqing greeted the servants and told them not to disturb the old man, then she walked up to the old man quietly, covered the old man's eyes from behind, and said in a rough voice on purpose: "Guess who I am."

The old man laughed "hehe" twice, he didn't even bother to guess, "Ruoqing, are you here to tease grandpa again?"

Qiao Ruoqing felt bored, wrinkled her nose, and sat down next to the old man, "Grandpa Song, why do you always guess it's me?"

"Except for you, no one comes to blindfold me every time." The old man replied with a smile.

Qiao Ruoqing looked up at the sky and let out a long breath.

It seems that some habits are not necessary, otherwise there will be no suspense at all.

Seeing Qiao Ruoqing like this, the old man felt a little distressed, and his tone of voice was much lower than before, "Why did you suddenly come to see Grandpa Song today?"

"I missed you, so I came to take a look." Qiao Ruoqing lay on the armrest of the rocking chair, blinking at the old man with her eyes, "Grandpa Song, I heard that you were angry about me a few days ago? I'm fine. It's fine, don't be angry."

She said this to make the old man happy, but she didn't think about it. Hearing what she said, the old man immediately felt sour.

Rubbing Qiao Ruoqing's hair, the old man's voice was a little hoarse, "I remember, when you were young, you liked me to rub your hair like this, but now, you have grown up so much."

Leaning his head on the back of the chair, the old man looked at the blue sky, feeling a little melancholy, "I used to dream that when you grow up, I will definitely let Mingyuan marry you and let you be our family's granddaughter-in-law. But I I didn't expect that brat to be such a bastard, to do such things one after another, and our Song family's face was completely humiliated by him!"

In the last two sentences, the old man spoke a little forcefully, his voice even trembling.

Qiao Ruoqing quickly stretched her hand to the old man's chest, and helped him calm down from top to bottom, and at the same time comforted him: "Grandpa Song, don't be angry. Look, I'm fine now, aren't I?"

The old man turned his head and glanced at her, "Ruoqing, you used to be far from..."

Knowing what the old man meant, Qiao Ruoqing smiled again, drooping her eyelids slightly, "I used to be too forceful, and I knew he didn't like me...and I don't like it now either."

Song Mingyuan has always only used her.

And she came back this time for revenge.

It's just that she can't tell the old man these words, otherwise how sad will the old man be?

Seeing Qiao Ruoqing's bitter smile, the old man felt really distressed, and held her hand in his own, "Ruoqing, I have wronged you these days."

"I'm not wronged." Qiao Ruoqing smiled lightly, looking relaxed and comfortable.

But the old man felt even more distressed.

Although Qiao Ruoqing was a little extreme in her previous actions, it was because she really cared about Song Mingyuan.

And she is much better now, and has managed the company well.

But Song Mingyuan was so disappointing that he insisted on getting entangled with that Qiao Ruolan!
Hearing the old man's low sigh, Qiao Ruoqing raised her head, "Grandpa Song, have you called Mingyuan yet? How is he doing now?"

Hearing that she cared about Song Mingyuan, the old man felt that Song Mingyuan was an asshole even more, and let out a heavy "hum" from his nose, "That brat, I hit him twice and it was light!"

As soon as the words were finished, the servant suddenly came over and bowed slightly to the old man, "Old man, Young Master Huo is here."

"Young Master Huo?" Qiao Ruoqing was taken aback.

In the entire capital, the only one who can be called "Young Master Huo" is probably...

Looking at the servant, Qiao Ruoqing tentatively asked, "Is it Huo Jingyuan?"

"Yes, Miss Qiao, do you know her too?" the servant asked in surprise.

Noticing Qiao Ruoqing's expression, the old man suddenly remembered what Song Mingyuan said in the study the day he went to the Song family.

At that time, he went to Xingshi to inquire about his crimes, blaming Song Mingyuan for not knowing how to repent, and for having broken ties with Qiao Ruolan.

Song Mingyuan almost blurted out that the relationship between Qiao Ruoqing and Huo Jingyuan was not simple.

Regarding this matter, the old man had heard some gossip before, but he didn't feel relieved.

After all, he knew exactly what kind of temperament Huo Jingyuan and Qiao Ruoqing were. What's more, Huo Jingyuan had never had a good impression of Qiao Ruoqing before.

So he felt that Song Mingyuan had deliberately poured dirty water on Qiao Ruoqing's body and beat him even harder.

But judging from Qiao Ruoqing's reaction now...

Waved to the servant, the old man ordered: "Go and invite him in."

After the servant walked away, the old man looked at Qiao Ruoqing, "Ruoqing, do you have some contacts with Jing Yuan? I heard that you have been getting close recently?"

Qiao Ruoqing nodded and answered very honestly: "The day I got into a car accident, he was the one who saved me and took me to the hospital. His people took care of me until I was discharged from the hospital. Besides, Aunt Tang and my mother are also good friends ah."

After answering the old man's question, Qiao Ruoqing asked, "Grandpa Song, why did Huo Jingyuan come?"

"This kid, he will come to see me every once in a while. It's all in the past, so I won't mention it."

Qiao Ruoqing was a little surprised.

The old man actually called Huo Jingyuan "this kid"?It seems that the relationship between them is quite close.

But since the old man didn't want to mention it anymore, she didn't continue this topic.

When Huo Jingyuan came over, Qiao Ruoqing was pouring tea. Seeing Qiao Ruoqing here, he was also slightly taken aback.

Qiao Ruoqing raised her head, just in time to meet Huo Jingyuan's line of sight, the corners of her lips curled into a smile, "Brother Huo, what a coincidence!"

She was sitting under the eaves with the old man, the sun slanted over, just hitting her calf, washed white, the upper body was in the shadow, darkened several tones, her hair fluttered slightly with the wind, a little uneasy A little bit, but it adds a bit of charming beauty.

Nodding his head as a response to Qiao Ruoqing, Huo Jingyuan came to the old man and bowed respectfully, "Hello, old man."

Qiao Ruoqing was even more surprised.

Even in front of Huo Jiang and Tang Lan, Huo Jingyuan seldom behaved like this.

Strange, since Huo Jingyuan respects the old man so much, why didn't he see the old man on his birthday last time?
She blinked her eyes and was very puzzled, but the old man smiled and pointed to the seat next to him, and said in a reproachful tone: "Sit down quickly. You don't need to work so hard when you are busy. How many times have I told you? Just no listen!"

Holding the teacup in her hand, Qiao Ruoqing drank the tea obediently without interrupting.

The old man used to be in charge of the Song family, so Qiao Ruoqing thought that the two families should have some contact because of their business relationship. When they met, they might have a lot of work to discuss. After drinking two cups of tea, she and The old man said hello and went to help in the kitchen.

In fact, she doesn't know much about the kitchen.

In the past, she had learned to cook in order to catch up with Song Mingyuan, but after two days of learning, her patience ran out and she couldn't keep going.

This time, when I came to the old man's place, I was quite interested. I learned a lot of knowledge from the servant. Although I almost peeled my hands twice when peeling potatoes, I still found it quite interesting.

"Is it okay for you to watch the potatoes being peeled like this?" Qiao Ruoqing held the potatoes that had been peeled off a large circle and looked at the servants who were busy with other things, her face was flushed, as if covered by a piece of pink veil.

The servant turned around and saw the potato that had been whittled down to the size of a stainless steel spoon. He froze for two seconds, struggling with how to answer.

I thought in my heart, if I followed Ms. Qiao's cutting method, I would have to buy vegetables again at noon today.

But on the one hand, she is Miss Qianjin, and on the other hand, she is also a guest, so no matter how you say it, she needs to show some face.

Seeing the servant staring at her hand, Qiao Ruoqing didn't answer, so she knew it.

Shrinking her hands, she was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a low laugh coming from behind him.

As soon as Qiao Ruoqing turned her head, she saw Huo Jingyuan standing at the door of the kitchen at some point.

The man was wearing a solid-color long-sleeved shirt, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, forming irregular but neat folds, the exposed forearm was smooth, his hands were in the pockets of his trousers, and he was staring at the little potato in her hand, The corners of his lips curled up, as if he had discovered something new.

Qiao Ruoqing was even more embarrassed, she put her hands behind her back, lowered her head, and said in a complaining voice: "Why are you laughing..."

"You want to use potato peels to help the disaster-stricken area?" Huo Jingyuan said, and the person had already arrived in front of her.

Hearing that he was mocking herself, Qiao Ruoqing was about to refute, but her hand was suddenly held by Huo Jingyuan. His palm covered the back of her hand, and the warm touch was extremely strong.

Although they are relatively familiar with each other, they have never had such physical contact.

Qiao Ruoqing couldn't help holding her breath, and didn't dare to raise her head, "Huo...Brother Huo..."

She wanted to ask Huo Jingyuan what he wanted to do, but considering that there were still servants in the kitchen, it was difficult for her to ask.

I was thinking wildly in my heart, but the paring knife in my palm had been carefully pulled away.

Qiao Ruoqing raised her head, and saw Huo Jingyuan holding a peeling knife in her right hand, and weighing a potato in her left hand, and began to peel the skin smoothly and naturally.