Abduct a boy and bring him back

"Hey, Brother Qiao, what kind of work is it? It's been a few days, why are you still holding on to it? I've been dragged back to the right path by you now. My current job is a decent housekeeper!" Ling Huan moved to Qiao Mohan's side, and somewhat helplessly but earnestly approached him to explain.

Qiao Mo was amused, "Yes, go up, boy!"

Ling Huan's eyes were dazzled by Qiao Mohan's casual smile, and he didn't look away from the man's face for dozens of seconds.

Qiao Mohan was born with a serious face, with sharp lines on his face, he looked very determined, and he rarely smiled. There was a kind of aura in it that no strangers should enter. When Ling Huan saw this person for the first time, he felt it in his heart He sighed secretly, he had never seen such a handsome man in City A, and this man was one of them.

This time, Qiao Mohan suddenly showed him such a smile, and Ling Huan was fascinated for no reason. It turns out that a man can be so amazing when he smiles!

The corner of Qiao Mohan's mouth twitched. Seeing that this person was about to yell at him, he tapped his bowl with chopsticks, "Hey, you're back to your senses, kid!"

"Cough cough..."

Ling Huan subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth, and silently turned his eyes to the fish in front of him, with thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart.

"Go, go to the kitchen and get another bowl..." Qiao Mohan said.

A certain person was in the midst of a fugue, and upon receiving the order, he got up from the chair and ran to the kitchen, then came back, and placed it in front of Qiao Mohan.

The man lifted his chin, and continued to speak, "Go get a bowl of rice!"

"Oh..." Ling Huan resentfully took a bowl of rice, and when it was half full, he finally realized, "Brother Qiao, you..." Seeing Qiao Mohan eating seriously, he stopped talking halfway. It was swallowed.

It's good, just eat it, it's the first time I've cooked such a large table, and no one has stipulated that the nanny can't eat at the table, not to mention that Brother Qiao is such a conscientious employer.

Qiao Mohan stared at Ling Huan's way of eating, a little surprised, his posture is very correct, and his eating habits are also very good, which at least shows that Ling Huan was taught very well by the old man.

However, what exactly happened to make Ling Huan come out of the home where he lived with the old man and not even go to school?

Half of the information Qiao Mohan got was given by the police station, and half was given by the neighborhood committee of Ling Huan's family area. He didn't have the curiosity to ask a private detective to pry into other people's privacy. This is the last time Ling Huan had stomach bleeding Afterwards, he could not be contacted by his family and asked a friend in the bureau to get it. In the end, even though he knew his address and even his grandma's contact information, he still didn't make this call.

Grandma is not young anymore, and Ling Huan has not been home for a while, he is afraid that he will irritate the old man, and there will be unpredictable consequences.

After the meal, before Qiao Mohan said anything, Ling Huan took the initiative to get up and clear the table, very diligently, but, in Qiao Mohan's eyes, this scene seemed a bit peaceful.

At his age, it's not that he should be short-lived here and take care of the dishes and wash the dishes.

After everything was tidied up, Qiao Mohan used the remote control panel to tune the TV channels back and forth, while Ling Huan stood aside, sighing secretly that the performance of the TV was so good that it didn't stop after such a toss.

"Brother Qiao, everything has been packed. If there is nothing else, I will go back first..."

Qiao Mohan put down the remote control panel in his hand and nodded, "Do you live far from here?"

"It's not far, the subway is direct, and I'll be home in 10 minutes!" Ling Huan felt a little embarrassed, put his backpack on his back, and was about to leave.

The man glanced at the bulging bag on his back and said nothing.

……

After Ling Huan went out, he realized that it had started to rain at some point. He was a little annoyed. He was a member of the public anyway. Why didn’t he even know the weather when he went out? Standing in front of the hall, he was irritated. After stomping my feet, I suddenly missed grandma very much.

In the past, when he went out, his grandma would stuff the umbrella and everything for him in advance...

He stood at the door and waited for a while, seeing that the rain didn't seem to stop at all, he tore the backpack off his back and hugged it into his arms, and ran into the rain.

The bag is full of newly bought books, so it's a waste of work in the afternoon after getting wet.

When I went back to the rental house, I ran into Yang Qing who had just come back from overtime work. The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. Both were soaked through. Ling Huan also knew that the rain was too heavy After taking a taxi back, Yang Qing carried her back abruptly, looking much worse than Ling Huan.

"You came back from a stroll in the rain?" Ling Huan stepped forward to take the bag from her hand and carried it for her.

Yang Qing brushed back her dripping hair, and the two went upstairs together, "I can't help it, with today's weather, taking a taxi will not kill you!"

"..." Ling Huan touched his nose silently.

Also in the revolutionary stage, a comrade like him who has never considered these economic foundations will be thrown away by the footsteps of the revolution!

A certain woman gave him a sideways look, "It seems that the waistband of the trousers is still not tight, young man, keep up the good work!" After she finished speaking, she grabbed his shoulder and wanted to pat him twice as encouragement, but because the altitude was not high enough, she could only pat him on the chest. A bulging backpack.

When he returned to his room and took out the dry book from his pocket, Ling Huan breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, his preliminary plan was completed.

On the opposite side, Yang Qing was ping-pong-pong cooking. Sitting on the bed and reading this pile of books, he suddenly felt at ease. When he was studying at home, his grandma was cooking beside him like this, although the volume was a little different...

He took out two books, flipped through them, and a smile appeared on his lips. It was the first time since he left home that he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

It wasn't until he smelled something burnt that Ling Huan stood up helplessly, opened the door and went to the opposite side.

"Sister, your culinary skills are so difficult that you can still persevere in going to the supermarket to buy ingredients every day!" Ling Huan squatted on the ground and took a look at the charred and unknown ingredients.

Yang Qing propped her chin, looked helplessly at her own results, and said quietly, "It seems that my plan to save money is really not very applicable to this item!"

"You have to do what you can to save money!" Ling Huan finally said something constructive in front of Yang Qing, and took a shovel to stir the pot twice, and then said, "This induction cooker is not very suitable. For cooking, you might as well buy some hot pot base and come back to cook noodles or stew!"

"And this operation?" Sister Yang Qing said that she didn't know about it!