Abduct a boy and bring him back

"You can come back and try it tomorrow, at least the taste is guaranteed!"

After finishing speaking, he started to help Yang Qing cook the meal again, and the two squatted on the ground to make do with it.

Yang Qing was so relieved that she had the idea of ​​cooking with Ling Huan as a partner. She provided the materials and Ling Huan contributed the energy. After eating the dishes Ling Huan cooked, this kind of good wish still sprouted.

Naihe was rejected by Ling Huan before he could say a few words. Cooking is simple and simple, but it takes time and effort.

He is not a person who likes to go into the kitchen. It's okay to bother to cook a meal for Qiao Mohan, but it would be a bit lazy to do it by himself when he comes back, let alone make up his mind to do something big.

When lying in bed at night, Ling Huan made a big schedule for this important event for the first time.

In the past, he was naive, and he was too impulsive in doing things. He let his anger attack his mind regardless of his care, and he did things that could never be undone.

But he was sure that if he was given another chance, he would still do that, like that scum in the fur coat of the people's teacher, he should have abolished him long ago!

Ling Huan felt that he seemed to have grown up a lot overnight. It was not that he hadn't thought about it before, but he seemed to think that all his choices were tolerated and borne by his grandma. In this way, when grandma is old, it is impossible to stand behind him forever, let alone take care of him for a lifetime, and she will not be able to stay by his side for many years.

He wants to be strong, so strong that no one needs protection, and so strong that grandma will never feel sad because of him again.

He was afraid of the feeling of the long road ahead and the emptiness behind him, like a kite whose string has just been broken.

He rubbed his knotted forehead, sighed leisurely, and put the small electric fan that Yang Qing gave just now on the bedside and turned it on.

Although it was almost autumn, the temperature was still too high. Every evening, his room was directly illuminated by the setting sun, making it very stuffy.

When pulling a large stack of books to him, Ling Huan punched them irritably, and suddenly missed the feeling of being at Qiao Mohan's house.

Clean, quiet, and the most important thing is the coolness of the heart, not irritable, not empty.

Later, Ling Huan thought about it again, maybe Qiao Mohan's aura was too strong, so strong that he felt at ease staying there, and would not be afraid of the whiteness in front of him for no reason.

When the coolness of the night hit slightly, he fell asleep, with half of his face stuck to the book, sleeping peacefully.

When Qiao Mohan fell asleep, the sky outside the window had already turned slightly white. He tossed and turned, turned over his mobile phone and computer, and even dealt with more than half of the accumulated work before falling asleep.

Before going to bed, he sent a message to his assistant that he will rest tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and until the weekend.

When Ling Huan came in with the vegetables in the afternoon, Qiao Mohan was still in a deep sleep. He thought this man had already gone to work, and there was no movement in the bedroom. He swayed and sorted the vegetables into the refrigerator, and then went to the living room. Take the money from the cabinet, where Qiao Mohan put all the money for daily expenses.

Qiao Mohan mentioned it yesterday, but he didn't think to get it. Today, he saw that the wallet was deflated a little, so he found it.

As soon as he opened the drawer, the corner of Ling Huan's mouth couldn't help twitching twice. Is this person big-hearted or big-hearted or big-hearted?

Although he has always regarded money as dung, but he doesn't have such a run on people. I'm not afraid that he will have a hatred for the rich in the future, and then start revenge on the society ah...

In the end, he was so calm, he randomly picked two tickets in it, and then put all the invoices for shopping in the supermarket in the past two days next to the pile of Grandpa Mao.

He is sure to do one thing, and he will do it seriously without making any mistakes, and he will not let Qiao Mohan feel that he is still the same as the first time he met.

After treating this as a serious job, he felt less painful. After more than an hour, he cleaned up the spotless living room and kitchen, as well as the guest room and bathroom outside according to Qiao Mohan's instructions. Tidy up.

Glancing at the time, he held his bag on the floor, pulled out the books inside and opened it for half an hour before muttering and walking to the master bedroom. Seriously, he just left school a few Strictly counting, excluding the summer vacation, it was less than a month, but even so, he was a little flustered. It was only such a short time, and he was a little unfamiliar with the letters on the book.

He had to quickly familiarize himself with these things.

Before he got up from the floor and walked a few steps, there was a seemingly invisible sound of water from the master bedroom. Ling Huan moved his ears, didn't he?The world is bright outside, is there anyone so bold?

Realizing that it was only past three o'clock, Qiao Mohan couldn't leave work so early, he tightened his grip on what he was holding, tiptoedly opened the door of the master bedroom, and went straight towards the source of the sound.

Don't want the pile of Mao Zedong in the living room, what are you doing in the bathroom?Did Qiao Mohan hide all the gold in the bathroom?

Ling Huan couldn't turn his head around for a while, until he rushed in front of the naked Qiao Mohan with a bag of tools, and stared blankly for several seconds, then he turned around suddenly, "Ah, Brother Qiao, why you?!"

Qiao Mohan quickly grabbed the bath towel beside him, wrapped his lower body, and choked speechlessly!

"This is my home, my bedroom, who else do you want if it's not me?"

Ling Huan covered his face, "I was wrong, I didn't bring my brain when I went out today, I thought someone was breaking into the house!"

"...You really don't seem to have come out with your brain." Qiao Mohan reached out and pulled a towel down, and walked out while wiping the water on his head, "Go to the bathroom first!"

Ling Huan lowered his eyes, nodded obediently, and watched Qiao Mohan's tall figure pass by him. He rubbed his unconsciously ashamed face, unable to lift his head, and took a look at himself in the mirror. He sighed, compared to Qiao Mohan, he looked like a weak little chick!

Qiao Mohan gave Ling Huan room to go to the living room with a towel. This kid is really helpless, rampant, and his brain circuit is also strange!

Glancing at the living room that Ling Huan had tidied up, his eyes touched the discordant mess on the floor, surprise flashed in the man's eyes, high school books?

He bent down to pick up all the things, and even carried Ling Huan's bulging schoolbag to the sofa, basically ignoring any obsession with cleanliness.

It is estimated that everyone was shocked by the words of high school in the book.

Is this kid ready to completely return to the right path?