little lover

The two ducklings were quickly brought up on a tray.

When Han Qiaoye opened the door to pick it up, he was wearing a shirt and trousers. He was dressed like a decent person, but not in a proper way.The shirt was originally burgundy, and it was half-wet by the water. The dark red sticking to his body further set off his cold white skin. When he raised his eyebrows and looked at people, he was also lazy. Soul-stirring monster.

The waiter who brought the things up was a little embarrassed to look at him, and lowered his head and gave him the tray: "Sir, the toy you want."

Han Qiaoye laughed, squeezed twice and heard the little duck quack twice, and said in satisfaction, "Thank you."

From his own perspective, the waiter could only see the other party's open neckline, followed by the other party's approach, put a banknote on the tray with his slender fingers, closed the door and went in again.

The waiter waited for him to enter, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that he hasn't seen beautiful people before, but it's rare to see beautiful people who are so aggressive. It's like the kind of people who can only look at them from a distance and appreciate them in their hearts, and dare not look up.

Han Qiaoye went back to the room, pinching the ducklings all the way to make them squawk one after another, and the children in the bathroom also made cheerful noises, and soon poked out a wet little head, and the little boy smiled with white teeth. Said: "Uncle, is it my duckling coming!"

Han Qiaoye said: "Yeah, why did you run out again, go in and take a shower honestly, don't think that if your father is not here, the world will be turned upside down."

The one inside immediately shrank his head and got into the bathtub obediently, watching him obediently.

Usually, if there is someone in the room, Mr. Han San will be impatient, and if the room is messed up, he will have turned his face long ago, but this is his own nephew, so he can bear it.With his temper, he treats children and small animals equally. Seeing such little things whose minds have not been fully developed, they are extra patient, especially his nephew Han Zizhuo, who is easy to take care of, and passed the little yellow duck to him. He sat on the side again and supervised the child to take a good bath.

Han Zizhuo was very obedient, and continued to soak after washing himself, playing with ducklings there.

Han Qiaoye looked at the clear dividing line between his neck and back exposed by the sun, couldn't help but rolled up his sleeves and rubbed him twice, but black and white were still distinct, and he couldn't make a difference.

Han Qiaoye asked him, "Where did you go with your dad this summer? I didn't look like you when I came back from Africa."

Han Zizhuo held the duckling and said, "Go to the ambulance station. Dad takes me there every day. There are many kittens and puppies over there." He raised his head and said with sparkling eyes, "Uncle, can we... ...?"

Han Qiaoye interrupted him and said, "No, we only need to raise one small animal for you, and we can't raise any more."

The child was a little disappointed, but he just sighed like a little adult, didn't mention it again, turned his head and went to play with ducklings again.

Han Qiaoye glanced at the time and guessed that it was the bath time set by his elder brother, so he urged the child out and read a random story to lull him to sleep.

The Han family's daily education is pretty good, but this sleeping position is inborn, and no one can teach it. Han Zizhuo's child sleeps all over the place, and Han Qiaoye was kicked twice in one night, brushing his hair against the dark circles under his eyes. In the living room, I slept for two hours one after another.

When the sky was slightly bright, I didn't feel much sleepy anymore, so I changed my clothes and planned to go for a walk.

He took the room card and went downstairs. When the elevator opened, a boy with white hair rushed in and hurriedly pressed the top floor first.

Han Qiaoye glanced at him. The man was wearing a mask, but he was neatly dressed, but he was full of aura, and looked rebellious. He guessed that some young man ran away from home like he did on TV.

On the contrary, he was quite dedicated and left early in the morning.

Han Qiaoye had something on his mind, so he didn't bother to meddle in other business, so he walked out quickly.

The little white hair in the elevator looked at him more than once, and didn't look away until the elevator door closed.As an artist, Zhuo Yifan still has a pair of eyes that discover beauty. The person who went out just now is tall and has long legs. He wished he was a humanoid peacock. He walked out with the screen on all the way. It is really difficult for ordinary people not to look at him more Eye.

Zhuo Yifan has been drawing portraits for so many years, and he is the best at capturing facial details. Now the deepest impression is the dark circles under the eyes of that person, especially when he left the hotel early in the morning. Occupation has a bold guess.

"Really dedicated." Zhuo Yifan muttered, "It's just a matter of looking at the kidneys."

Soon after reaching the floor, he ran back to the room to take a backpack, touched the various condiment bottles and cans he brought inside, and felt relieved.

Immediately afterwards, he went straight to the vegetable market with high spirits.

He has absolute confidence to win his master's favor with a table of breakfast!

The vegetable market opened early in the morning, and it was already very lively when Zhuo Yifan found the place.

A few years ago, he lived with Fang Jingyao, and his master's cooking method was at most "cooking the noodles". If he had to add a specific word, it would be "cooking the instant noodles".

The master's cooking skills were appalling, and the two of them lived together. Zhuo Yifan contracted the kitchen early on, and was the top leader inside and outside. second generation.

Zhuo Yifan rolled up his sleeves to pick out side dishes, carefully selected a fresh fish, followed by buying some meat and ribs, and happily went to his master's house.

Ringing the doorbell, without saying a word, he went to the kitchen with the vegetables to tidy up, and cooked a hot meal neatly, which was the one Fang Jingyao liked before.When the hot porridge and side dishes were served, Fang Jingyao got out of bed no matter how angry he was. After taking two sips, he realized that the little apprentice sitting across from him was really nice.

Fang Jingyao said with emotion: "Yifan, I am reluctant to marry you off like this."

Zhuo Yifan said cheerfully: "Then don't marry, I will marry you one back, what do you like?"

Fang Jingyao said: "Are you getting married, or me? Find someone you like, and don't ask me anything."

Zhuo Yifan was mopping the floor wearing the small floral apron he found in the kitchen, and he was a little confused when he heard Fang Jingyao say, "But I don't know what kind I like."

Fang Jingyao patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You'll know when you see that man. You can smell him from twenty miles away. You can't hide your liking."

Zhuo Yifan thought for a while, and couldn't help but said: "Master, I look like a dog when you say that."

Fang Jingyao was heartbroken: "How did you learn Chinese? Can a dog use 'a'! That's called a dog. If it really doesn't work, you can call it a dog!"

Zhuo Yifan: "..."