Abduct a boy and bring him back

Ling Huan came back once every two weeks, Qiao Mohan sent Qiao Shanshan mother and son home very seriously, and didn't even invite them to dinner.

Ling Huan squinted at him again and dropped a bomb, "I'm going back to my place today."

Qiao Mohan slammed on the brakes and pulled the car to the side of the road, "Why?"

Ling Huan shrugged innocently, and said, "Do I still need to say why when I go back to my house?"

The man's eyes were half-closed, and he always felt that something was wrong. It seemed that after the relationship between the two got closer, Ling Huan would eat him to death. No, he couldn't go on like this, otherwise what would he have with those clingy goblins? the difference!

So after a fierce ideological struggle in his heart, Qiao Mohan took a look at the not-so-beautiful scenery outside the window, gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay, I'll take you back."

Ling Huan wanted to laugh, but he held back and continued to add fuel to the fire.

"After dinner, I can take the subway and go back."

Qiao Mohan couldn't bear it anymore, stepped on the gas pedal, and the car flew out, "Why don't you say, you can sleep on the road?"

Ling Huan laughed, tilting his head on the seat, giggling non-stop, "How about the big road, the traffic police uncle is so fierce, I have to find a bridge hole to sleep for a while!"

The man snorted coldly, "Do you think the bridge hole is where you can sleep whenever you want? The competition is high, you should at least start lining up there with cardboard boxes in the afternoon."

Ling Huan clutched his stomach, "Oh, then I'd better go back to our house to sleep, it's hard to be a bridge hole in this winter, the load is so heavy every day!"

Qiao Mohan walked straight along the road, looking for a restaurant with few people. Ling Huan pointed to the food street at the intersection in front of him, "There, there, there, let's go there."

The man frowned, "No! It looks unhygienic."

Ling Huan curled his lips, and then pointed to the one on the right, "Then this one, Lanzhou Ramen, there are still seats!" Qiao Mohan followed Ling Huan's finger to see the ramen restaurant, and it was full of people. You have to squeeze to get in.

"You're already skinny enough, you'll be a piece of paper when you squeeze in, change to another!" Qiao Mohan said righteously!

Ling Huan withdrew his fingers resentfully, "Then you can find it, a meal can't exceed 50 yuan, otherwise I won't go."

Qiao Mohan raised his eyebrows and thought, this is the crux of the matter.

"Why is it so difficult to save money for me? I'm not broke for the time being. It's still okay to treat my boyfriend to a big meal!"

Ling Huan was unmoved, and shifted the main idea, "I'm tired of eating big meals every day, so I want to eat cheaper..."

Qiao Mohan looked left and right, he was almost at the door of Ling Huan's house, and he didn't find the so-called meal that didn't cost more than 50 yuan. There were some, but they were all passed by the man for various reasons.

In the end, Ling Huan got out of the car and went to Wanda to buy some food and rice and came back. He was going to go home and cook directly. Otherwise, with this person's style, if he didn't go to Jiagang's high-end restaurant today, he might not be able to sleep tonight.

Qiao Mohan put Ling Huan at the entrance of the community with ease, and went to the opposite square to find a parking space.

After finishing the work, he directly entered the door with the key that he didn't know when it was issued. Ling Huan stood in the living room dumbfounded, "Isn't the key given to me? Where did you get the key?"

Qiao Mohan touched his nose, this is difficult to explain.

Could it be for convenience?

"Ah, just... then, when it's time, it deserves it!"

Ling Huan rolled his eyes, didn't bother with him, just match it, anyway, he also has the key to Qiao Mohan's house.

Qiao Mohan followed Ling Huan to the kitchen. Although he hadn't come back for a long time, Ling Huan kept all the important pots and pans sealed in the cupboard. They can be used after just flushing, and it's no big deal to cook. Influence.

"Or, just order a bowl of noodles, just eat something simple." Qiao Mohan felt a little distressed. Ling Huan always got up at five o'clock in the morning, studied in the morning, and stood all afternoon to take pictures in the afternoon. He must be very tired. up.

Ling Huan didn't respond to him, although he was tired, but Qiao Mohan was here, he finally came back, he wanted to cook some of his favorite food.

For the first time, Qiao Mohan helped Ling Huan wash the vegetables in the kitchen, "What about this? Don't you need to wash the inside of this green pepper? Do you want to cut it?"

After Ling Huan put the rice in the rice cooker, he cut up the green peppers one by one and put them in the bowl for him.

"Go and tidy up the bedroom. There are washed sheets and quilts in the cabinet. You can change them, or you will be uncomfortable at night again."

Qiao Mohan washed the green peppers one by one and put them on the operating table, "...Okay." He said, then turned his head for a moment, and said in a daze, "So, I also want to sleep here at night?"

Ling Huan rolled his eyes at him again, "Otherwise, you can go back, and your own bed will be more comfortable to sleep in."

Although there were only two of them, Ling Huan still made four dishes and one soup, and the taste did not deteriorate at all. Qiao Mohan, who never ate much, even ate an extra bowl of rice before putting down his chopsticks.

Ling Huan was still watching TV, chewing slowly.

The man propped his chin, stared at Ling Huan eating, and put a chopstick into the bowl for him from time to time.

"This TV series can be so exciting..." Qiao Mohan shook his head and said.

Ling Huan's eyes darkened, "This is a drama my grandma often watches. It's very old, and it's replayed every year."

Qiao Mohan himself knew that he had said something wrong, "I will watch it with you in the future."

Just a line came out of the TV series, "You bastard! Do you love me, do you love me, do you love me or not... You said you would marry me, you said it! Why, why did you leave? ..."

The man swallowed sharply, and in return Ling Huan laughed unceremoniously.

"Okay, I don't like to watch this, and I don't want you to pay for it, it scares you..."

Qiao Mohan reached out and knocked Ling Huan on the head, "Can this also be used to scare people? From now on, this drama can only be shown on grandma's birthday and death day, otherwise our TV will be locked in the cabinet."

Ling Huan was greatly amused by Qiao Mohan's recent actions. He came back only because he missed his grandma, but when Qiao Mohan came over and made a fuss, all the sadness and sadness disappeared.

Both of them were eating on the coffee table in front of the sofa, Qiao Mohan was sitting on the sofa, and he was sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

Ling Huan put down the chopsticks in his hand, got up from the carpet, stepped directly onto the man's lap, hugged his neck and sat down face to face, and whispered between his ears,

"Qiao Mohan, you are really special...OK." The man in the middle couldn't count how many special people there were, but he only remembered that Ling Huan was very close to him, so close that his breath sprayed on his skin, making his whole body People are throbbing directly.

Ling Huan was very serious, and seriously wanted to hug him well, shorten the direct distance between the two of them to the shortest, just stay like this, what became unimportant, all that mattered was the man in front of him.