spring duck

Qu Yao cleaned up Jiang Lai twice more, and finally cleaned up the restless duckling.Of course, Jiang Lai got his wish and did not drink the bowl of red dates and longan soup. Instead, he sat on the bed and ate Qu Yao's own tonics that were suitable for the moment - stuffed okra meat and leek shrimp porridge. Of course, Qu Yao didn't eat leeks. Yes, so all the leeks in the porridge are in Jiang Lai's bowl.

But Jiang Lai is not picky eaters at all, and he is very hungry. While he is willing to eat okra under the influence of a domineering president, he silently plans in his heart to sneak into the study to get back his chicken feet with pickled peppers.

It was only now that Qu Yao saw the message on the phone, a new message appeared under the "H" dialog box: "Are you busy?" and the previous message was: "I have a boyfriend He's not happy, so don't contact me any more in the future."

Between these two messages is the system prompt saying "the other party is not your friend".

There was no light in the living room, only the dim orange wall lamp was shining dimly. Qu Yao was inexplicably agitated, pinched the bridge of her nose habitually, and looked at the light seeping from the gap under the closed door of the master bedroom , I don’t know why I feel a little guilty.

"Not busy." Qu Yao replied.

The other party seemed to be waiting in front of the phone, and the "H" on the top of the screen suddenly changed to "The other party is typing..." After a long time, it seemed that they were either talking at length or constantly deleting and modifying.

Suddenly the video call sounded, Qu Yao was taken aback, looked at the door of the master bedroom again, found a bluetooth headset and answered the call: "What can I do for you?"

On the other side of the video is Han Qinyun's plain face. He has a good foundation, and because he has been using extremely expensive skin care products all year round, he can't tell that he is going to be 30 years old even without makeup. Under the soft light, he looks gentle and delicate. It's just that his eyes were a little tired, and he was a little at a loss: "Why is it so dark on your side?"

"Just in the bedroom."

Han Qinyun's eyes dimmed, why did he come out to answer the phone?Not because there were people in the bedroom.He raised his eyes and smiled: "I thought...you would delete me."

Qu Yao frowned slightly: "What's the matter?" Even though he had heard Lang Yizhe talk about it just now.

"Didn't Brother Lang tell you? My great-grandfather... I want to thank Xiao Jiang for saving him." Han Qinyun was suddenly inexplicably lost.

"It's just a coincidence, don't worry about it." Qu Yao said politely.

"Even if my great-grandfather doesn't say anything, I still have to thank you in person." Han Qinyun was still thinking carefully: "Then... when will you have time?"

Qu Yao thought for a while: "Didn't the old man want to thank you for coming? Let's see when he has time. He hasn't arranged classes for the past two days. He can do it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I just happen to be fine, so I can see him off."

"Okay." Han Qinyun forcibly adjusted his emotions and hung up the phone.

When Qu Yao returned to the master bedroom, Jiang Lai had already fallen asleep, and the dishes were placed on the bedside table, while he wrapped himself up like a silkworm baby and fell asleep peacefully, with his back facing Qu Yao to lie down. side.

Hmph, it's fine if you don't know how to brush your teeth before going to bed, but you fell asleep before I came back!Qu Yao went to bed angrily, and hugged "Silkworm Baby" from behind with long legs and long feet.

"..."

Jiang Lai, who closed his eyes and hadn't had time to fall asleep, thought, Mr. is pitiful enough. He must be very tired and insecure at such an advanced age, and he has to work hard outside alone. Such a handsome boyfriend ran away with someone else.

Oh, what a pity sir.

In the dead of night, a small crack suddenly appeared in the rolled-up quilt, and a small hand stretched out from it, and gently poked the arm that was holding him: "Sir, are you asleep?" Jiang Lai asked in a low voice with.

Breathing evenly behind him, the arm poked by Jiang Lai moved a bit, but there was no other reaction.

In the dark night, Jiang Lai's eyes were bright, he took a deep breath, excited and nervous, slowly wriggled down like a cicada molting, and used a trick to escape the shell.Jiang Lai tiptoed out of the bedroom while covering his "pounding" little heart.

Chicken feet with pickled peppers are calling!Jiang Lai even felt that he could already smell the pickled pepper chicken feet.

Jiang Lai didn't dare to turn on the light, so he groped into the study room under the weak light of the wall lamp, and sniffed: Where are my chicken feet, where are my chicken feet...

"Still thinking about your chicken feet?" The light in the study suddenly turned on.

Jiang Lai couldn't get used to the sudden brightening of the room, and the sudden deep voice startled him even more.

Jiang Lai regained his composure, fixed his eyes on Qu Yao leaning against the door with his arms crossed, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Sir, do you know that people are frightening, frightening to death." Hearing this tone, he could tell he had a temper.

"It's your own guilty conscience." Qu Yao was a light sleeper, and he knew it when Jiang Lai came out of the bed. He thought Jiang Lai was just going to the bathroom, but he didn't expect this little duck to be quite persistent.

"Where do I have it?" Jiang Lai felt guilty and touched his nose.

"Come here." Qu Yao's face was sullen, his voice was a little hoarse, with a characteristic wake-up air.

"Oh." Jiang Lai moved in small steps, like a child who made a mistake.

Sure enough, this pitiful and well-behaved appearance matched his innocent face even more.Qu Yao looked at Jiang Lai condescendingly like a patriarch, "Don't tell me you read and studied because you couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, huh? Are you still barefoot on the ground?"

Although the voice of the husband is really sexy, Jiang Lai still curls his toes under the pressure of his domineering aura.However, under the well-behaved face, there is an unconvinced heart: it's not that you stole my chicken feet with pickled peppers.

Qu Yao didn't say anything, turned off the light with a sullen face, and carried Jiang back and forth to the master bedroom.Seeing Jiang Lai obediently lying on his shoulders was very gratifying, and his tone was much gentler: "I will allow you to eat one after a while."

Jiang Lai's brain with an excellent memory was spinning rapidly, but he really didn't hear what Qu Yao said: just now there was no smell of pickled peppers in the study, so where could it be?

"Sir..." Jiang Lai called softly.

"Ok?"

"Did you put my bag of pickled pepper and chicken feet in the refrigerator for me?"

Of course, Qu Yao would not allow this kind of thing that could stain a refrigerator full of food to appear in it: "Throw it away."

"Throw it away?!" Jiang Lai stared at a pair of misty eyes full of disbelief: "But I only took two bites." Although it was one bite at a time.

"I'll buy new ones in the future." Qu Yao raised his hand and patted his head.

Jiang Lai bit his lip, looking extremely aggrieved: "I bought it with my own money. My chicken feet with pickled peppers cost 13 yuan when I bought them. Sir, you are confiscating my private property."

Qu Yao's hands froze in mid-air: "..."

I shouldn't have expected anything from his face.

Mr. Qu, who dominates the shopping mall and has a smooth business, is repeatedly deceived by the face of a duckling.

"Okay, I'll send you a red envelope of 14, so you don't need to look for it." Qu Yao sat up and held the phone with a sullen face, roaring in his heart, he didn't know if this guy was smart or stupid.

"One, sir..."

Seeing Jiang Lai's hesitant to speak expression, Qu Yao's mood improved a lot, hum, it seems that the duckling knew that I was unhappy, so he coughed lightly, holding back the corners of his mouth that tried to raise: "Cough, I want to say Just say anything."

"Don't send me WeChat, withdraw the one with interest."

"Give it up!" Qu Yao smashed the jar, lamenting once again that people can't be judged by appearances, and shouldn't have trusted the duckling's innocent face back then.

The author has something to say: Dragon Boat Festival, everyone~