Abduct a boy and bring him back

All night, Qiao Mohan's mind was worried about Ling Huan. He just opened his eyes in the morning when he found his cell phone from the cabinet and dialed Ling Huan's number.

It's just that it was cut off after only three rings. Qiao Mohan's heart skipped a beat, and he woke up immediately.

Sitting up, he was ready to call back again.

It's just that Ling Huan's video call request suddenly appeared on the interface.

Qiao Mohan raised his eyebrows slightly and clicked on the connection.

The black shadow flashed for a moment, and Qiao Mohan saw Ling Huan's face looking up, Ling Huan smiled uncomfortably, and looked down Qiao Mohan's face, "Brother Qiao, you haven't Get up."

"Well, I just woke up." Qiao Mohan followed his gaze and looked down. His bathrobe belt had already been undone by itself. He sat up a little anxiously just now, and his entire chest was covered exposed.

Ling Huan touched his nose, swallowed, and hastily made a look no evil expression, then adjusted the phone at an angle, and said, "I'm cooking."

Qiao Mohan didn't answer, he tied his bathrobe with one hand and asked, "What are you cooking for so early in the morning?"

Ling Huan clicked on the screen, switched the rear camera, and showed Qiao Mohan the ingredients he just bought, "Didn't everyone say that the dead will come back on the first seven days, I want to do more I gave it to my grandma. When I was in the hospital, the old lady kept complaining that my cooking was too light, and I wanted to eat meat...so..."

Qiao Mohan took a serious look at where Ling Huan's camera went. This silly boy really bought a lot of vegetables, such as chicken, duck, fish, lamb steak, sirloin, and seafood. He probably went out early in the morning and swept the market.

"...Is it too much?" Qiao Mohan said.

Ling Huan turned the camera back, bit his lower lip and shook his head, "Not much, anyway... only this time."

The man nodded, "Okay, do you need help?"

Ling Huan fixed the phone on the opposite side of the operating table, "No, you can do your own thing, don't worry about me."

Qiao Mohan sat up from the bed with his mobile phone, went to wash, brushed his teeth while watching him lower his head to process the ingredients, and asked vaguely, "Why do you want to cut like this, and change the angle after cutting, there is such a thing about cutting vegetables? "

Ling Huan didn't even raise his eyelids, "It's a hob cut, don't be particular about it, you can cut it however you like."

After Qiao Mohan washed up and changed into formal clothes, Ling Huan was still busy in the kitchen, occasionally flipping through recipes.

Both of them had a tacit understanding and neither of them proposed to hang up the phone. Ling Huan might not have thought of it because of his busy schedule, but Qiao Mohan did it on purpose and didn't want to hang up.

Today's itinerary is a bit boring. Apart from speaking on stage, he just sits and waits for someone to greet him and talk nonsense. He doesn't like it, he doesn't like it very much.

Compared to these, Ling Huan on the other side of the camera is much more interesting.

The two old people looked at their grandson who was still video-conversing with others at the dinner table, with a look of regret.

The child was stunned, the cycad tree is about to bloom recently...

Ling Huan seemed to have noticed that Qiao Mohan had already started eating, so he turned around and gave him a serious look, "You look good in formal clothes."

Qiao Mohan was caught off guard by the compliment. It was obvious that he was completely pleased by Ling Huan's words early in the morning. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile, and he said, "Is that so? I haven't seen you praise me before." I……"

"You used to be in black, white and gray tones. You were good-looking, but you were a bit cold. Today, you are wearing wine red, which is very stylish." Ling Huan did not hide his inner thoughts.

Grandma Qiao and Grandpa Qiao glanced at each other. They heard what Ling Huan said. The old lady slowly got up from her chair and walked around behind Qiao Mohan, wanting to see who was sacred on the screen.

"So you like such a flamboyant color." Qiao Mohan took a sip of milk meaningfully.

Ling Huan shrugged his shoulders, "It's not that I like it, it's because you match the color of this flamboyant bag very well today." Then he continued to lower his head to deal with the pile of crayfish in front of him.

Grandma leaned forward and was squinting at Qiao Mohan's screen, Qiao Mohan almost spit out the milk in his mouth.

"Grandma, what are you doing!"

Grandma calmly looked at the young man who was smoking shrimp on the screen, "Hey, can you cook?"

Hearing the sound, Ling Huan stared blankly at the old and the young in the camera, holding a crayfish in his hand, looking naive.

Qiao Mohan had no choice but to introduce him, "Ling Huan, this is my grandma."

Only then did Ling Huan come to his senses, quickly put down the things in his hand, wiped the apron in front of him, and was a little nervous, "Ah, hello grandma, I'm Ling Huan."

Grandma squinted her eyes, and put on the reading glasses hanging on her chest, "Hello, hello, the young man is so handsome, and he can also cook, my dear, that's great."

Qiao Mohan twitched the corner of his mouth, and gave Ling Huan a helpless look through the screen.

Ling Huan smiled stiffly, "Thank you grandma for the compliment, I just mess with it...it's not very good."

Seeing Ling Huan acting like a primary school student, the man knew that he was really flustered, so he turned the screen upside down and put it on the table, then looked at his grandma with arms crossed, and said every word, "Grandma! "

The old lady turned around and walked towards the living room calmly, as if she didn't know what happened just now, "Why are you calling grandma, grandma is tired today, we will discuss things next time."

Ling Huan was still stiff, looking at the already dark screen, he blinked twice before relaxing.

It turned out that he was so afraid of seeing his parents!

Ling Huan could still hear the rustling voice over there, until Qiao Mohan picked up his mobile phone and came out of the house, and he finally saw the light of day again.

This time, Ling Huan has returned to normal, and continues to catch the shrimp in front of him, but his movements have obviously slowed down a lot.

"Did you go home yesterday?" Ling Huan asked, just now he was only focused on people, and didn't notice the environment over there.

"Yes, I will come back once a month..." Feng Xiang had already walked over before he finished speaking, "Mr. Qiao, the company is ready, let's go there."

Qiao Mohan nodded and looked at the screen again.

Feng Xiang squinted at Qiao Mohan's posture. Is this a video?

It happened that Ling Huan had spoken, "Brother Qiao, then go get busy, I'll hang up first..."

Qiao Mohan frowned, glanced at Feng Xiang, who was pricking up his ears while gossiping, and said after a pause, "Okay, then handle the ingredients yourself first, don't forget to eat, I'll call you when I'm done .”

Feng Xiang's face remained motionless, and tens of thousands of draft horses galloped past in his heart. Could it be that Mr. Qiao and Ling Huan really have something to do?

Ling Huan nodded obediently.

Looking at the screen showing that the call has ended, there is a novelty of suddenly breaking into Qiao Mohan's mysterious world.

Wow, look, Qiao Mohan's eight-pack abs.

Wow, there is also a dining room and bedroom as big as Qiao's house.

Of course, the final wow was for Grandma Qiao who just came out to make soy sauce. Sure enough, Qiao Mohan is a normal earthling no matter how ungrounded he is!