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Gan Qi answered her husband's call.

Meng Yan's voice was deep: "Who were you talking to just now? It took you so long to answer."

He rarely waits for a call to be connected, inadvertently revealing his domineering side.

Gan Qi could sense his hidden strength: "Why, do I even need to report to you who I talk to on the phone? Mr. President."

Meng Yan choked.

Gan Qi: "Your tone is like that of a domineering CEO in a TV show. This style is not popular now. It's too greasy and I don't like it."

Meng Yan: "I'm just asking casually."

Gan Qi smiled carelessly: "Of course I know. But your tone just now made me feel like a different person for a moment... By the way, did you buy the vegetables?"

"Ah."

"I'm telling you, choose carefully when you buy groceries. Don't be taken advantage of. Buy more affordable ones."

"know."

Gan Qi: "I'll get off at this stop and be home soon. How long will it take you?"

Meng Yan glanced at the street sign outside the car window and said, "I still have several more intersections to go. I guess you'll have to wait for me for a while."

"Don't worry, drive slowly on the road, safety comes first at all times!"

"Ah."

Meng Yan agreed, feeling warm in his heart.

Gan Qi returned to Mingdu International and sat down by the flower bed downstairs waiting for someone. Anyway, Meng Yan was only a few blocks away, so she would wait for him here and go upstairs together, and she could also help him carry the vegetables.

While admiring the scenery in the community flowerbed, Gan Qi thought: I wonder what vegetables he bought this time? Don't buy those flashy things.

This time, Gan Qi deliberately gave the task of buying groceries to Meng Yan. She wanted to see if his ability to take care of himself had improved.

The sun is shining nicely today.

Too many things happened at noon. Gan Qi leaned lazily against the flower bed and felt drowsy unconsciously.

After a while, Meng Yan drove his Dongfeng into the residential area. As soon as he parked the car and came out of the basement, he saw a familiar figure beside the flower bed downstairs.

Gan Qi leaned against the flowers beside her and closed her eyes. The sunlight shone on her face and shoulders, making her outline particularly soft.

This scene made Meng Yan stunned for a while. Thinking that this cute girl like a rabbit was his wife, he felt like he had eaten a candy.

——She is so beautiful! She seems to be glowing. The other people passing by are all black and white, but she is colorful.

Meng Yan walked over quietly and saw that Gan Qi looked like she was about to fall asleep, so he thought of teasing her.

He stretched out his finger and gently scratched the bridge of her nose.

"ah!"

Gan Qi trembled, opened his eyes, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to hit in front of him.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was her husband.

"You scared me so much that I thought a bug had landed on my nose."

Meng Yan smiled thinly, "Is there such a big bug?"

Gan Qi: "You have become indecent, flirting with me."

Teasing?

How could she describe him in such terms?

"Can you find a better word?"

Gan Qi: "Have you bought any groceries?"

Meng Yan lifted up the heavy bag in his left hand.

"Enough for three meals."

"So many? It must cost a lot of money." Gan Qi said as he wanted to get up and take the dishes.

Meng Yan: "Not expensive, there is a promotion today, everything is very cheap."

Only then did Gan Qi feel relieved. He finally learned how to save money!

When he stood up, Gan Qi suddenly found that both of his feet were numb, not knowing whether it was because he had been sitting in the wrong posture or because he had been leaning for too long.

Her body was clearly standing upright, but her two horns seemed to be hanging in the air. She lost consciousness at that moment, staggered, and fell forward... and almost fell into his arms.

However, Meng Yan reacted quickly enough.

He put his arms around half of her body and frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Oh my, this is too bloody!

Gan Qi thought to herself that if it were like the old idol dramas, he would hold her and spin her around in circles as she fell.

At this moment, flowers are falling all over the ground and the breeze is blowing gently.

However, life is not as complicated as idol dramas.

Gan Qi looked down at her feet. "My feet are a little numb. Hiss—"

Although he caught me in mid-air during the fall just now, I obviously sprained my foot and it hurts a bit.

She raised her head slowly: "Mr. Meng, I have some bad news for you. I think I sprained my ankle."

Meng Yan: "This..."

He was wondering if there was any medicine for bruises and injuries at home.

Gan Qi suddenly said, "It's all your fault for wanting to scare me just now. You have to be responsible for my feet."

Meng Yan: "How can I be responsible? Do you want me to carry you upstairs?"

"Why not? Do you want me to fly up by myself?"

Meng Yan:......

I don't know which of her words are true and which are false.

Actually, Gan Qi was teasing him. She did sprain her ankle, she was not lying. It was just not that serious, just a sprain of the tendon.

According to previous experience, just give it a slight massage and then apply a towel.

However, Gan Qi didn't want to let Meng Yan go easily, and immediately showed a pitiful look:

“It hurts so much… Ouch…”

I don’t know why, but this kind of tea feels so good!

Meng Yan felt somewhat guilty, he really felt it was his responsibility. If he hadn't teased her just now, maybe she wouldn't have been scared, but she would have twisted her spine - it was his fault.

Gan Qi was still chatting: "My feet are numb and painful now...hiss...what should I do? How can I go upstairs..."

Before she finished her words, Meng Yan suddenly leaned forward, stretched out his slender arms, picked her up and held her in his arms.

"Oh my goodness!"

Gan Qi felt her whole body lighten and the world was spinning. When she came to her senses, she found herself being carried in his arms like a princess. Her little head was pressed tightly against his chest, and his broad shoulders were as solid as a mountain.