Abduct a boy and bring him back

However, sharp-eyed fans of this city soon discovered the trick.

Someone actually recognized this bakery, and Ling Huan felt like a million horses were running through him. He flipped through the photos he sent back and forth, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't recognize it directly.

Unexpectedly, the fan I recognized had worked in the nearby bank before, and came to patronize it almost every day, so he was very familiar with the cash register of this store window.

Ling Huan was directly over and out.

Qiao Mohan smiled unkindly at him, "I told you to pretend to be a food blogger every day, you will be exposed."

Ling Huan sighed and held Xiaoyu's jigsaw puzzle in distress, "Then what should I do?"

Qiao Mohan was processing emails on the sofa, "What should I do? Don't you think you've returned income to that bakery?"

Ling Huan thought about it, but the next day he went to find that he was still too naive. These young ladies blocked the door of the store, and there was basically no sales throughout the day except for the few breads they bought.

Before leaving get off work, Ling Huan was called by the proprietress to talk.

The result can be imagined. After thinking for a long time, he still decided to resign. He never thought that things would develop to this point.

That night, he posted a statement on Weibo, saying that he had already resigned from the store, asking fans not to block the door anymore, for which he also apologized for the trouble he caused everyone.

Ling Huan looked at his mere five or six million fans, and unexpectedly, it would affect the third dimension.

When I was lying on the bed at night, I was still so depressed that I couldn't sleep, Qiao Mohan hugged someone from behind to comfort him, "Why don't we open a tea restaurant?"

Ling Huan only thought he was talking nonsense, joking, did the tea restaurant open just as it said?

Qiao Mohan gnawed on his shoulder, "I'm serious, it's not like we don't have money, so we don't need to be so sad for a job."

Ling Huan turned over and looked him up and down.

"With or without money, do you think I'm someone who can manage a restaurant?"

Qiao Mohan was even amused by him, "Baby, you have studied management abroad for two years, and you have never seen such a confident person like you. Even if we can't manage it anymore, we can still hire someone to come over, you just Just sit and be the boss."

Ling Huan lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qiao Mohan knew that he had heard it in his heart.

Resigning from a job did not give Ling Huan any chance to recuperate, because the next day was the time for them to make an appointment to take pictures.

From the pastry chef to work directly as a model, the fans exclaimed that it was not against the harmony at all.

Ling Huan sat in the corner during his break time and checked Weibo, thinking it was very funny, he started to like the row of hot comments on the top.

Thinking about it, he is still very lucky. Whether it was two years ago or two years later, he was able to meet Qiao Mohan, later Qiao Shanshan, and then to his current job. He has such a huge number of fans and a very objective share dividend every day.

Ling Huan felt that his life was on the loose.

In the evening, I went home early and visited the supermarket, and cooked a large table full of dishes for my big baby and little baby.

When Qiao Mohan brought his daughter in, he frowned, wondering if the sun was coming out from the west today.

Although Ling Huan cooked dinner last night, it was completely different from today's.

The little girl was happy, she broke away from Qiao Mohan's hand and jumped over to the dining table, "Dad, do you have my favorite coke chicken wings?"

Ling Huan poked his head out of the kitchen, sweating profusely, "Yes, but you can only eat after washing your hands."

Xiaoyu turned another corner on the way, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and by the way conveyed to his eldest father what Ling Huan had just said.

Qiao Mohan shook his head and obediently washed his hands with his daughter.

The kitchen at home is an old-fashioned kitchen, and it is summer again, and Ling Huan is sweating all over cooking such a large table of dishes.

After the food was brought to the table, he went to make a cold dish and came out to eat.

"What's the matter today? You were in such a good mood when you took the photos?" Qiao Mohan took care of Xiaoyu while talking while eating.

"Tsk tsk, I said that I have to be in the right mood even if I cook a big meal. Don't eat tomorrow if it's not a big meal." Ling Huan said.

"Eat, you must eat. Our family has a big meal every day." Qiao Mohan said to Xiaoyu after finishing speaking, "Isn't it girl?"

Xiaoyu Chick nodded like pecking at rice, with a mouth full of rice still in his mouth.

After the meal, Qiao Mohan consciously went to wash the dishes, and Ling Huan took care of the little girl to play for a while and coax her to sleep.

Qiao Mohan hugged the computer and looked at the two reports. Ling Huan came out of the little girl's room, reached out and closed the computer on his lap and put it aside, "What time is it, don't look at the computer anymore."

The man didn't know what happened to Ling Huan today, so he quietly waited for him to speak.

Then Ling Huan sat down next to the man, "Shall we go on vacation after a while?"

"Vacation?" Qiao Mohan asked.

"Yes, yes, vacation." Ling Huan said, "We haven't been out much yet..."

The man immediately understood what Ling Huan meant, "Is there anywhere you want to go?"

Ling Huan stared at the man with his chin propped up, "Haven't you been to many places? Where is the fun? Except country Y..."

There was a strange look in Qiao Mohan's eyes, and he stretched out his arms to hug the person and sat on him. Sometimes he didn't dare to think how much Ling Huan had suffered there, and it would make him repel him like this.

"Let me arrange it. After we've been busy for a while, we'll go there." Qiao Mohan said.

Ling Huan's world is almost full of him. This is actually Qiao Mohan's greatest luck. The free time and rest time are all his, and he will only think about him.

"Is your job allowed?" Ling Huan felt a little belatedly, but then he heard him forcefully say, "It's not allowed, I want to hang out with you, it doesn't matter if the company goes bankrupt, I can support you now." miss you!"

One sentence made Qiao Mohan laugh on his shoulder, "Baby, you are trying to kill me with laughter."

Ling Huan lifted his head, pointed at his nose and said seriously, "Don't laugh, I said raising you is funny?

Qiao Mohan shook his head, and immediately sat upright, "It's not funny."

"Then what are you laughing at? Let me tell you, what will happen in the future? Listed companies will go bankrupt!" Ling Huan silently underestimated.

The man's black line said, "Baby, you cursed your man like that."

Ling Huan pouted, and put his head on Qiao Mohan's neck, knowing that he had said something wrong, "Okay, I was wrong..."

The two sat in the living room until nearly eleven o'clock, "Shall we go back to bed?" Qiao Mohan asked in his ear.

Ling Huan leaned on the man's shoulder and shook his head, "I don't want to go back, I want to stick to you like this."

Qiao Mohan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, well, that clingy man is back.

He had no choice but to go back with him in his arms like this, without even taking a shower, just being picked and cuddled by Ling Huan all the time.