first dust

The food on the table today was the most extravagant that An Chuchen had ever seen. By counting, there were four kinds of porridge, five kinds of staple food, and seven kinds of side dishes. They were colorful and appetizing.

"Brother Mu, this is too much." An Chuchen sat on the chair and spoke in a nasal voice.

"Generally, when you have a cold, you will lose your appetite. I will choose a few more for you and try which one you like."

"I feel like I'll be full after one bite of everything."

"Try this first".Qin Mu handed An Chuchen a vegetable porridge, "Add chicken soup, it's better for colds."

"I'll do it myself." An Chuchen took the porridge, the bowl wall was hot to the touch, and the heat rushed to his face, he took a sip and said, "This is delicious." But he put it down after only three mouthfuls.

"Try this again." Yam chestnut porridge, only took a bite.

"I don't want to eat it." As a foodie, seeing these foods is not a gust of wind passing through the border, nor is it a hungry tiger rushing to eat. I can only look at it close at hand. I am so sorry for the word foodie.This kind of treatment only comes once every few years, and it was a waste, An Chuchen gave a bad comment to his stomach in his heart.

"Then eat when you want to eat, and drink some ginger soup later."

"En." An Chuchen replied lazily with his head propped up, watching Qin Mu eat, his movements were much more elegant than his own, which was pleasing to the eye.

Looking at An Chuchen who was standing still at the dining table, Qin Mu asked, "Is there anything in the dormitory that I need to take?"

"My notebook." I don't need the clothes, they have been dry-cleaned here, so I can just wear pajamas for the past two days.

"there is none left?"

"Well, the key is in my room."

Qin Mu saw that he was fine and went to France, continued yesterday's meeting, and left someone next door to let him call.

If you sweat more, your cold will heal faster. An Chuchen braced himself and stood on the treadmill, turned the speed to a low gear, walked briskly, and the phone rang.

"Hey, Dad."

"Chenchen, dad came to see you, he was walking towards you, where are you? School?"

"No, I'm at the hotel." Every time something happened, Dad An was sensitive and would surprise his son who wanted to hide it.

"Why are you in the hotel? You have a nasal sound when you speak, do you have a cold? What's wrong?"

"It's a long story. Let's talk about it when you arrive, Dad. I'll send you the address."

When Dad An came over, he was surprised to see that his son, who had always been simple, lived in a suite. Did the period of living abroad change his son's values?Looking at his son's long hair, he didn't think it looked like it. He sat on the sofa, looked at his son and asked, "Why did you catch a cold?"

"It's nothing, I took a cold bath yesterday." An Chuchen yawned, with tears streaming down his face.

Dad An frowned: "Have you taken your medicine? Take a good cold bath? It's such a cold day?"

"The doctor has seen it, let me have a good rest." An Chuchen talked about the incident where he was given medicine.

Dad An stood up angrily: "It's too much! Why are the students so complicated now! Have you called the police?"

"It doesn't matter, Dad, you sit down first. There is no call to the police, Brother Mu will check for me."

Powerful and rich, Dad An felt that the name Qin Mu was very familiar, but he couldn't believe it, and asked his son, "Do you mean that Qin Mu is the boss of Mushang Group?"

"Yeah, we've known each other for a long time, and we're pretty good friends. This time and last time, he also helped find the car owner." An Chuchen talked about the relationship between the two without changing his expression.

"Good friend? It's hard for your second uncle to meet him several times. How did you know each other?" He knows his son's temperament, and he has never been a person who is good at others. It is not easy to make his son a friend .

"He helped me, I invited him to dinner, that's how we met."

Dad Ann can't believe it, it's so simple? "What do you have that makes him worth offering to help?"

"I have a good character." An Chuchen rarely joked with his father, making An's father lament that his son's personality is much better than before.An Chuchen also wanted to know this question, but it could only be attributed to pleasing to the eye and fate.

"Then our family owes him a lot of favors."

"Well, yes." An Chuchen thought for a while and then said: "Brother Mu said that the car accident last time was probably caused by a female classmate of mine. I don't know how I offended her. But then she went abroad suddenly. I didn't ask the detective agency to investigate further."

"Do all your female classmates have grudges against you? Or is it because you refuse to speak badly and make people hold grudges?"

"No, the previous female classmate was my friend Cheng Ze's girlfriend. You met Cheng Ze. This time, this one is probably because I offended someone. Will it take two days to find out the result?"

"Who is offended?"

"International students were said to be uneducated, and then got into a fight."

"So impulsive? You don't know many people abroad, so you have to think carefully before doing things. I have seen a lot of people who make friends with malicious intentions, so don't believe everyone in the future. Of course, if there are really bad eyes, the lesson will be taught. Don't leave any aftermath."

"Understood, Dad, drink some water first." An Chuchen poured a glass of water from the thermos for the eloquent Dad An.

Father An took it and praised his son in his heart. He was also thirsty, took a sip, and then spit it out in one breath, "Why is it spicy?"

An Chuchen wiped his father's clothes with paper, and took a sip from the water glass: "It's ginger soup. Brother Mu cooked it for me before going out. I forgot to drink it."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Dad An always felt that his son felt complacent when he said this sentence.Thinking about how I have never cooked ginger soup for my son, a CEO who is busier than him actually does such a thing for his son. I feel a little inferior in comparison, and I feel a little embarrassed, so I boasted dryly: "You That's a good friend."

"Drink this." An Chuchen took another bottle of mineral water and handed it to his father.

At noon, Dad An watched the service staff take out food boxes from the cart, opened them one by one and set up half the table, and was shocked again: "You have such a big appetite? Isn't it a waste to eat like this?"

An Chuchen also felt that it was too wasteful, but there was nothing he could do: "I didn't eat like this before. Brother Mu thinks that I have a cold and I don't have an appetite. Choose a few more dishes to increase my appetite."

"This is more worrying than your mother." Dad An couldn't help complaining after sitting down, of course he was better than him, no wonder he was able to be his son's friend.The well-informed Father An suddenly thought of a possibility, which startled him, and thought it was impossible.Although my son is good-looking, it is a headache to look like this every day. What kind of boy or girl does a person like Qin Mu want? I can't pick up the ones that are sent to me every day. Is it necessary to bother so much? ?Is it true that the relationship with your son will get better after seeing each other?The son is pure and kind-hearted, and he is very reassuring and likeable as a friend.Father Holmes made a series of psychological construction for himself, so he can eat with peace of mind.

"Just eat this little?" Watching his son eat a few mouthfuls of vegetables, he didn't touch his favorite meat, "You've hurt your vitality this time, so you need to make up for it during this time."

"Yeah." An Chuchen fully agreed but didn't move.

"This is good, take another bite." Dad An picked up a chopstick of sea cucumber for his son, "Eat more, the cold will get better soon."

After taking a tasteless bite, he refused Dad An's refeeding: "I just need to drink more water, and it will be fine in two days."

"Your mother asked me to bring you some things. There are two red boxes, and some are on the way. The gray box is a New Year's gift prepared by your Aunt Xiao and Uncle Sun. It's the first time I'm not at home for the New Year. I really have to grow up." Father An sighed with emotion as he looked at his son who was taller than him.

"Dad, not being home for the New Year has nothing to do with growing up, right? I've been an adult for several years." Seeing that Dad An was a little sad, An Chuchen deliberately sang a contradictory tune.

"I was engaged to your mother when I was your age."

After dinner, An Chuchen asked Father An to rest for a while, there are other bedrooms in the suite.Dad An couldn't stay, and insisted on living in the room he opened. It's not that he doesn't have money, and there's no need to take advantage of others.Sure enough, the son is still frugal as always, I don't know who he followed, neither he nor his mother are such people, it is very likely that the aunt the family hired before, she is a very frugal person.

Qin Mu rushed back at four o'clock in the afternoon, and saw An Chuchen sitting at the table typing codes, "How do you feel?"

Still a little dizzy, but already had an idea of ​​the problem in front of him, An Chuchen still concentrated on writing for a while, and he smiled: "It's okay, my dad is visiting me and staying in this hotel."

"What happened? Did your dad scold you again?" Qin Mu laughed, apparently remembering An Chuchen's call from An's dad when he was in the hospital and being scolded.

"No, my dad brought me a bunch of things, I'll go and have a look first." An Chuchen felt that this topic seemed like a child, and it was embarrassing to be scolded at such an age, so he immediately changed it.

"Can I take a tour?"

"can."

Qin Mu looked at the three super big boxes in front of him, "It's really a bunch."

"My dad said there are more, on the way. My mom can buy too much, and I don't need many of them." This is really a sweet complaint.

"They love you very much."

"Yeah." An Chuchen opened the box and added in his mind: It would be better if we didn't get a divorce.

An Ma has two big boxes of clothing, bags, shoes, and even dozens of pairs of underwear of different colors!Seeing that An Chuchen's head was not sweating, he felt that his cold had eased instantly.

Qin Mu who was standing beside said curiously: "There are even pink underwear? I think you should look good in them."

An Chuchen blushed inexplicably, and continued cautiously: "Brother Mu is very interested in pink? I don't like this color, so I just give it to you."

"Then I won't be polite." In terms of thick skin, Qin Mu is much stronger than An Chuchen, "A pink suit and a pink wallet?"

"Hehe." An Chuchen picked out all the pink items, no matter if they were peach pink, purple pink or blue pink, and piled them aside. Once the box was closed, he didn't want to look at it again.

Aunt Xiao and Uncle Sun's gifts were much more normal. Apart from clothes, there were also watches, crystal ornaments, and gem pendants, all of which were sincere gifts.He also had to prepare some presents for his dad to take home.

"Brother Mu, let me help you take these to your room." An Chuchen smiled frankly, and before Qin Mu nodded, he began to pack these pink clothes, bags, belts, ties, and underwear.

"Then I will trouble you, Chuchen."

"You're welcome, Brother Mu, as long as you like it."