spring duck

It was only when the old man was pushed out from the emergency room that Qu Yao realized that it was Han Lai. He called Han Qinyun and was hung up, so he had no choice but to send him a message. It took about half an hour after the dinner party ended. Han Qinyun seemed to have rushed here, looked at Qu Yao and Jiang Lai, who was asleep in his arms with clothes on, and touched his nose in embarrassment: "Sorry, I was busy just now, I rushed over as soon as I saw the news .”

Qu Yao didn't deny it, picked up the duckling and said in a low voice, "Since you're here, we're leaving."

"Qu Yao!" Han Qinyun was afraid that Qu Yao would be imminent, and hurriedly called out, trying his best to make a smile: "Let's sit and sit together when you have time."

"It's not necessary," Han Qinyun's voice was loud just now, Jiang Lai frowned in Qu Yao's arms, Qu Yao looked down, then raised his head and said: "I wish you a bright star, and I wish you and Mr. Liu happiness .” Qu Yao smiled, and he let go, which was a sincere blessing.

But no matter how sincere he was, Han Qinyun would still mock him: "Now we don't even have to be friends?"

Qu Yao smiled helplessly: "Han Qinyun, you don't have to do this, oh yes, the old man was rescued by Jiang, and he also paid for the medical expenses in advance. He is still young and has no money. I will ask Xiao Zhang to send it later. Give it to your agent." Duckling is usually such a stingy person, of course he can't spend a lot of money, and it's not doing charity for the poor.After speaking, he hugged Jiang Lai and left the hospital.

Han Qinyun didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he didn't believe that Qu, who was worth more than [-] million yuan, would always be financially independent with his little boyfriend.

I don't know if it was because of donating so much blood at one time, Jiang Lai followed Qu Yao back home in a daze, not only took a week's paid leave, but was also used by Mr. Qu with duck blood, pork liver, spinach, Red dates, as long as they are blood-enriching, they are still fed with blood products.Mr. Qu was picky about his food, and all the food he ate ended up in Jiang Lai's stomach, and the duckling gained two kilograms in a week.

Jiang Laimei lived happily for a week, but suffered from gold master Qu Yao, who was hugged and rubbed by the duckling at night every day but could not be touched, but this duckling was always ruthless, he should rest, lie on the bed for a second Fall asleep, can't wake up.I can only grit my teeth and count the days, and wait until this Monday is over.It's just that a small episode happened before a week.

"Sir, can I have an apple?" Jiang Lai sat on the bar and looked into the kitchen.

Qu Yao said angrily: "Eat, wait!" It's really an ancestor who spent money on it, and it's still an ancestor who doesn't make people worry.Qu Yao put the washed vegetables on the cutting board, and then went to wash the apples and peel them.

In fact, Jiang Lai wanted to wash one by himself. The reason why he asked this question was because Jiang Lai ate two pieces of cream cake and three puddings before lunch yesterday, so he only ate half of the plate of fried pork liver.

Even if Jiang Lai is not a picky eater, he will not be able to eat fried pork liver for a week!

Jiang Lai happily took the apple and said cheerfully, "Sir, you are so kind to me!" The two little feet dangled in front of the table.

As soon as these words came out of Jiang Lai's mouth, the corners of Qu Yao's handsome cold face suddenly raised a beautiful arc, but only for a moment.Qu Yao raised her chin: "Cough, it's good to know."

Jiang Lai held the apple, blinked his eyes and asked flatteringly, "Then... Sir, can we skip fried pork liver for lunch?"

"can."

"Sir, you are so kind!" Jiang Lai's smile became brighter: "Then what shall we have for lunch?" Pickled pepper chicken feet Pickled pepper chicken feet Pickled pepper chicken feet!

"Duck blood vermicelli soup."

"..."

Jiang Lai gnawed on the apple angrily, sir, could it be that my blood is so precious that I want to replenish blood crazily and then sell it?Pandas are national treasures, so isn't "panda blood" worth a lot of money? !

Just as Jiang Lai was thinking, the cell phone beside him rang, of course it wasn't Jiang Lai's own cell phone, and no one knew his phone number.He yelled at Qu Yao who was cooking in the kitchen: "Sir, your phone is ringing!"

"Who is it?" Qu Yao was making soup and couldn't leave.

Jiang Lai looked down at the phone: "It's Lang Yizhe." He automatically ignored the word "stupid" in front of him.

"Oh, you pick it up for me."

"Ah? Alright." Alas, the duckling with several jobs resigned himself to his fate, and in the future he will have to answer the phone. Alas, money is so hard to earn now: "Hello, hello."

"..." There was a pause on the other end of the phone for several seconds: "What the hell?! Are you that... that kid from Qu San Tu's family?"

Jiang Lai wondered if the kid was talking about himself: "Hi, my name is Jiang Lai, sir is busy and can't answer the phone."

Lang Yizhe calmed down: "I'm Lang Yizhe, your husband's son, what is he doing? He's still busy at home." Qu Yao seldom brings work home.

"He's cooking."

"..."

Lang Yizhe finally calmed down, his mood was ups and downs again, he was cooking, he was cooking, he was cooking! ! !

"You mean, Qu... Qu Yao is cooking?" Lang Yizhe was shocked. Didn't Qu Santu say that ducklings cook at home two days ago?

Before Jiang could reply, Qu Yao's voice came out: "Why is he calling?"

Jiang Lai jumped off the bar, walked into the kitchen barefoot, and handed the phone to Qu Yao.

"Why? Are you back from the imperial capital?" Qu Yao answered the phone and asked impatiently. She looked down at Jiang Lai's bare feet and frowned, "How many times have I said that I want to wear socks at home without shoes? It's autumn, do you know?"

Lang Yizhe listened to Zhi Le: "Okay, this is turning into a wife slave and planning to be a husband at home? Han Qinyun didn't have such a blessing back then." Although he knew, Han Qinyun did it all by himself to keep his figure.

"Who said I was cooking for him? I was supervising his cooking and cutting a vegetable. The little duck turned out to be panda blood. What if it bleeds profusely?" Qu Yao took a sip of the soup and turned off the fire. : "Also, can you forget about Han Qinyun?"

Lang Yizhe rolled his eyes on the other end of the phone, did you cut up the vegetables and put them in the pot, turn it on and then sprinkle some seasonings, and then put them on the plate when they are cooked?Also, think about it when you were in school with a full scholarship every year and won an international award for programming, who has a blood vessel that would bleed profusely when cut?You are cutting the aorta.

You are afraid that you have misunderstood the nurturing.

You are adopted.

Forget it, as long as you walk out of the shadow of broken love, you are happy.

Lang Yizhe sighed: "Hey, someone didn't want me to mention his ex-boyfriend, but it happened that the ex-boyfriend asked me to call someone."

Qu Yao frowned: "Has something happened to Han Qinyun?"