Abduct a boy and bring him back

Early in the morning, Ling Huan was sitting on the balcony cultivating immortals, with freshly brewed tea beside him. Anyway, when Qiao Mohan came in, he had his eyes closed, and he didn't know whether he was meditating or sleeping.

He turned around and prepared to go downstairs for a couple of laps, but he didn't bother.

Originally, he thought that Ling Huan had finally rested for two days and should sleep in. Who would have thought that he would appear on the balcony in the cold early in the morning.

Ling Huan waited for Qiao Mohan to change clothes and go downstairs. He opened his eyes, took a sip of the tea that was placed beside him, and looked downstairs calmly.

Qiao Mohan was wearing a white sportswear. In Ling Huan's opinion, it was not just an ordinary show bag, but also made him look younger.

When passing by downstairs, he raised his head and glanced up, Ling Huan put his head back from the dark rubbing, and went back to make juice with tea.

He should go back at night, and he doesn't want to waste such a hard-earned time on sleep. Isn't there a saying, why do you need to sleep for a long time when you are alive, and you will sleep forever after death.

From this point of view, the college entrance examination is actually not that tiring, at least it is easier than going to work.

He got all the fruits and vegetables that can be squeezed from the refrigerator to the operating table, and prepared a portion for various combinations.

I tidied up the refrigerator, and picked up two iron rod yams from the corner. I don't know who stuffed them in, but they still kept their long and straight initial state.

Qiao Mohan came back in a state of fever from running, with two steamed buns in his hand, probably because of telepathy, he didn't buy soy milk today, and when he looked up, he saw two cups of pure green unidentified liquid.

The corner of his mouth twitched, he put the bun on the dining table, and sat in front of Ling Huan, "What is this?"

Ling Huan poured half a cup and put it in front of Qiao Mohan, "Breakfast drink, green and healthy."

The man looked at it up and down, and even leaned up to smell it, "Isn't it a self-created recipe?"

Ling Huan frowned, turned on the juicer and continued to study.

The rumbling voice directly covered the man's voice.

Qiao Mohan lifted his lips, put the cup to his mouth, and took a sip. At that time, a sudden smell of celery or leek rushed straight to the stall, and almost sprayed it out accidentally.

The juicer stopped rumblingly, and Ling Huan poured out the liquid that was almost feces-yellow and pushed it in front of the man.

Glancing at Qiao Mohan's expression, "How is it?"

The man swallowed the contents of his mouth with some indescribable words, and said, "Aren't you taking revenge?"

Ling Huan sat down and dragged the cup in his hand, and took a sip of what Qiao Mohan had drunk.

"Hmm..." By the way, I smacked my mouth, "Isn't it delicious?"

Qiao Mohan's mouth twitched twice, "...Is your sense of taste not so good recently?"

Ling Huan had no choice but to say something pertinent, "It's not too bad...I even added two drops of sesame oil."

The man stared, "You think you're stir-frying, where did you find that the juice can be added with sesame oil! It's not a pyramid scheme!"

"The MLM organization still sells this?" Ling Huan said.

Qiao Mohan looked at the three glasses on the table again with great difficulty, "So? These are all for breakfast?"

Ling Huan glanced innocently at the things in front of him, and said, "Otherwise... bring two glasses for Brother Xia and Brother Yu Ming?"

The man couldn't help but clenched his fists and coughed lightly, "Well... I think we'd better save it for lunch and evening."

Ling Huan curled his lips, "Then stop drinking..."

Qiao Mohan continued to cough, "Next time, next time I squeeze it and I'll give it to them. It seems that I don't have much chance to meet each other recently."

Ling Huan shrugged, calmly opened the leek-stuffed steamed stuffed bun that Qiao Mohan brought back, and ate the big cup of green liquid in front of him.

"Chives, chopped vegetables and some pears are delicious."

The man covered his face, he felt that the way of waking up today must be wrong, since waking up today and seeing Ling Huan from the balcony was a bit wrong.

After breakfast, Ling Huan disappeared, and Qiao Mohan went to the balcony to take a look at the last few times, but he was not there!

But the bag was still in the guest room, Qiao Mohan glanced at the phone, and called Ling Huan.

"Where did you go?"

There was a lot of noise over there, Ling Huan said something to the people next to him before making a sound, "It's in the supermarket, I want to buy something."

Qiao Mohan's mind became dull for a moment, "I just had breakfast, what are you in such a hurry to buy?" He left without saying hello!

"It's nothing, I'll be back in 10 minutes, just wait!" Ling Huan hurriedly hung up the phone after speaking, leaving the man to circle around the house.

……

It was really 10 minutes. The moment the door opened, Qiao Mohan glanced at the watch on his wrist.

Ling Huan carried a bagful of flour, eggs, etc., with a pancake fruit in his right hand, Qiao Mohan said, "...why don't you ask me to go with you?"

"There aren't many things, and it's not far away. You've managed to rest for two days, and I can do it by myself." Ling Huan came in after changing his shoes.

Qiao Mohan was very melancholy, Ling Huan really wasn't generally independent recently, if he said he wouldn't take care of it, he wouldn't let him take care of it.

Not allowed to pick up, not allowed to deliver, I would rather carry things by myself than drag him to go to a supermarket.

The man really feels like his son has grown up, anyway, it's very uncomfortable.

Ling Huan sorted the things in his hand one by one. Qiao Mohan glanced at it, and there was an automatic egg beater.

"Isn't there one at home?" he asked.

Ling Huan found the one in the kitchen for him, "This one is manual, it's too tiring."

Qiao Mohan rubbed his nose and thought, does it take hours to crack an egg?

"But this, I demand reimbursement!" Ling Huan said.

The man waved his hand, "The money is still in the cabinet, you can take it."

Ling Huan nodded, with no expression on his face, turned around and went to the kitchen.

Qiao Mohan recalled the way he spoke just now, and there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Ling Huan squatted under the cupboard, searching for materials silently, and suddenly felt uncomfortable. One day, he would be able to stand on an equal footing with Qiao Mohan, and one day, he would be able to buy whatever he wanted without having to pay the man.

Even now, he doesn't have the ability to buy a gift that can match Qiao Mohan.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the various things he bought, life!

Life!

Qiao Mohan sat at the dining table and looked inside, but he didn't see anything. Ling Huan also kept tidying up quietly, without making any movement.

After the child came back this time, he seemed to be a lot deeper.

Just as he was thinking about it, Ling Huan poked his head out of the kitchen, and asked nonchalantly, "Brother Qiao, which one do you like, strawberries or cherries?"

Qiao Mohan's eyes lightly moved, "...Cherry?" In fact, he wanted to ask if there was any other choice.

Ling Huan seemed to see what he was thinking, and then added, "Oh, there is also a white, long and straight iron rod yam in the refrigerator, you choose one of these three!"

Qiao Mohan, "..."