Abduct a boy and bring him back

Ling Huan came over after finishing the stewed fish. Qiao Mohan was staring at his desk in a daze, and didn't move when he heard him coming in.

He opened the cabinet door, found a larger sweatshirt and gave it to Qiao Mohan, "I'll wear this after I take a shower. I bought a big one before, but I haven't worn it."

The man took it over, looked at the same style, and it was kind of like him, "Grandma bought this for you too?"

"...Does it matter?" Ling Huan asked.

Qiao Mohan scanned the basic money on Ling Huan, "Is it possible that grandma doesn't know your number? Or, which little girl gave it to you?"

As if being stabbed by a word, there was a moment of unnaturalness on the white face, "I haven't worn it anyway, you go take a shower, the food will be ready soon."

Qiao Mohan laughed and didn't get entangled. Anyway, with him, it's all a thing of the past, "You're getting more and more passionate about cooking at this speed. Otherwise, I'll open a restaurant, and you can get a chef certificate." ?”

Ling Huan rolled his eyes, "If you don't mention this for a day, will you really die?"

Qiao Mohan touched his nose and went out to find the bathroom.

Although grandma has not been at home these days, the house is still very harmonious and clean. Qiao Mohan took a look at the surrounding environment and began to take a bath without stress.

Ling Huan stood in the kitchen holding a shovel in a daze, his mind was full of the unusual state of himself and Qiao Mohan.

He forgot that the vegetables were still cooking in the pot, until Qiao Mohan smelled burnt outside after taking a shower, "Ling Huan, you are burning the kitchen! What is this smell?"

Ling Huan shook his hand, and the shovel fell to the ground, "Ah...it's nothing, don't come in." Then he frantically turned off the fire, and slapped himself on the face in frustration.

What are you thinking about!

After that, Ling Huan put the problems in his mind behind him.

What's the problem with one dish being muddled? There are three dishes and one soup. .

When the food was served, Qiao Mohan took a sensitive look at the black plate, "Why is it black?"

Ling Huan's face was not red and his heart was beating, "I don't eat the black ones, there are others." He filled a bowl of fish soup and put it in front of Qiao Mohan, "This one is white.

Qiao Mohan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he swept his chopsticks between the plates, frowning as if he couldn't untie it anymore, then put down the chopsticks, folded his arms, and looked at Ling Huan leisurely.

Someone's heart skipped a beat, "Why, what's wrong?"

"Tell me, what happened again?" Qiao Mohan asked.

Ling Huan reacted quickly, and tasted the four dishes in front of him with chopsticks.

"Okay... I failed." Ling Huan sighed and put down his chopsticks, and then his eyes lit up and he saw a big pot of fish soup, "This one, and this one, try it quickly."

The emperor paid off for the newcomers, and left them with a normal-tasting dish. The fish soup was light and not greasy, just in line with Qiao Mohan's taste. Ling Huan was relieved, "Now you don't talk about opening a restaurant. Something has happened! The successful performance is out of order!"

Qiao Mohan squinted at him, "Aren't you here to take revenge on me, you purposely made the dishes so unpalatable!"

Ling Huan's black line, "Do I seem to be such a narrow-minded person? Besides, you can't put me in the same place...I'm still hungry~"

"My stomach is full of fish soup. Fate is too rough. After a busy day, I still have to go to the hospital. What do you think of my picture?" Qiao Mohan drank three bowls of fish soup, feeling empty and uncomfortable.

Ling Huan felt guilty for a moment, "Otherwise, I'll cook some noodles again?" Qiao Mohan looked at him calmly, and Ling Huan continued, "Fried rice? Curry?"

Finally, Qiao Mohan waved his hand lazily, got up from the dining table, and moved to the sofa to spread it out.

"Clean it up, I'm completely full of fish soup."

Ling Huan was also very depressed, how could such a good meal be turned into this by him?What are you thinking about all day long, Qiao Mohan won't find a girlfriend anymore, and he won't like a boy either.

He hastily brought the things to the kitchen to tidy up.

Qiao Mohan was bored watching TV in the living room, Ling Huan took a blanket from grandma's room and spread it beside Qiao Mohan, and also took a pillow from the bedroom and put it there properly.

"What are you doing?" Qiao Mohan said, he suddenly had a bad feeling, "Won't you let me sleep at night?"

Ling Huan laughed, "Then are you sleeping?"

Qiao Mo was angry, "Where's your filial piety?"

Ling Huan was speechless, he didn't care about him, and continued to arrange the blankets and pillows, "You sleep in my room at night, and I sleep on the sofa, okay?"

Qiao Mohan raised his hand to turn up the volume of the TV, switched channels back and forth, and snorted coldly, "It's not too bad."

Ling Huan shook his head, sat next to Qiao Mohan, watched his speed of changing channels, and said weakly, "Can you take care of our TV? He is 20 years old today anyway."

Qiao Mohan put down the remote control board resentfully, "That's really cherishing it."

Ling Huan didn't know whether it was right or wrong to bring Qiao Mohan back today. It was really his subconscious reaction. Compared with Qiao Mohan's apartment, his house was not one or two worse in style, and he didn't know this person at night. Whether he recognized the bed or not, why did he think that Qiao Mohan was unhappy and didn't take him with him?

idiot.

"Go to bed, you have to get up early for work tomorrow, it's getting late." Ling Huan took the phone and replied two messages.

Qiao Mohan nodded, didn't intend to get up, and still looked like the old god was there.

Ling Huan guessed, could it be that he really recognized the bed handle?

The man felt someone's gaze and raised his eyebrows, "What?"

Ling Huan immediately shook his head, got up and ran to the bathroom to wash up.

As soon as Qiao Mohan waited for Ling Huan to close the door, he complained, what was he trying to do, looked around, and there was a rhythm that he didn't need to sleep tonight.

Although the home of Ling Huan and grandma is warm, they can't stand Qiao Mohan, a special group of people who love beds, cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

At night, Qiao Mohan was lying on Ling Huan’s bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, his mobile phone was running out of battery, but he still didn’t feel sleepy at all. In the end, he didn’t sleep at all. He got up from the bed, listened to the TV that was still ringing outside, opened the door and came out .

Ling Huan lay sideways on the sofa, covering his body with a small blanket taken out of the room. He was nearly 1.8 meters tall and curled up on it, looking uncomfortable.

Qiao Mohan lowered his voice and came to him, sat on the small single sofa in front of Ling Huan, and tuned the night news of the city's satellite TV.

The moment the channel was changed, Ling Huan's body was startled, but he still couldn't hold back the drowsiness that struck him, and fell asleep again.

Listening to the female anchor's hypnotic voice, Qiao Mohan leaned on the sofa and watched Ling Huan sleep soundly, envious and jealous.