The second male who guards silently, you can't afford it

Murong Jiu was in a trance for a while.

Call me...Who cares?

"Ajiu." Shao Qihan stood up and smiled at Murong Jiu with his head raised.

Murong Jiu stared at Shao Qihan, but couldn't say a word, and could only return a symbolic smile.

But that voice became louder and more excited, and kept shouting in Murong Jiu's ear: Be careful!

"Mr. Murong, how do you feel now?" Dr. Chen also got up and asked with concern.

"...Stomach is still uncomfortable, and my head is a little dizzy." Murong Jiu replied like a conditioned reflex, he moved his arms, and just missed Shao Qihan's outstretched hands.

Shao Qihan came to help Murong Jiu persistently again, and Murong Jiu followed his will and sat down with him, but at this moment Murong Jiu was extremely confused and confused, because of the sudden warning sound, and also because of the sudden Its going to sound like a warning.

Murong Jiu bit the tip of his tongue, the slight pain woke him up from confusion and doubt, he began to concentrate on listening to Dr. Chen's speech, and because of this, he didn't notice Shao Qihan's nervousness for a moment.

Murong Jiu didn't understand Shao Qihan's heart, but Shao Qihan had a deeper understanding of Murong Jiu. In just two seconds of looking at each other, Shao Qihan clearly saw everything in Murong Jiu's eyes.

Shao Qihan almost thought that Murong Jiu knew about it.

But then the fleeting look of doubt on the other party's face made Shao Qihan feel relieved.

Perhaps Ajiu subconsciously had a premonition about this...

When Shao Qihan thought of this, he felt a little anxious again. He shouldn't have said such explicit words in the bedroom just now.

Even though it took only a few days to understand his true intentions, Shao Qihan felt that he could not bear it any longer. He was like a thirsty person who had trekked in the desert for a long time. After a long search, he finally saw the oasis. But this oasis is extremely far away.

It could also be a mirage.

Shao Qihan silently sat aside and listened to the conversation between Murong Jiu and Dr. Chen, silently gathered the paper medicine package and medicine bottle that Dr. Chen had put on the tea table in front of him, and silently followed Murong Jiu to take Dr. Chen Send out the main entrance of the villa.

"Are you hungry?" Even when Murong Jiu asked him, he still shook his head silently.

Murong Jiu looked confusedly at Shao Qihan who was clearly depressed, shrugged and got up to take a can of baked cakes from the ledge, then sat next to Shao Qihan and tore open the package.

"You'd better not eat these now." Looking at Murong Jiu's unconscious behavior, Shao Qihan couldn't help but said.

Murong Jiu paused, and then continued to lift the lid of the tin can, complaining: "My stomach is not that bad, um... Mama Rong isn't here, is she?" He stuffed a piece of butter cookie into his mouth, while reaching out Take a sticky note pressed in the center of the coffee table.

"The car in the garage needs to be cleaned and maintained, and the car in front of Trinity Bar on Gulin Street needs to be towed for maintenance?" Murong Jiu vaguely read the cursive script on the sticky note. He swallowed the cookie and picked up the porcelain in front of him. Cup took a sip of warm water, then waved the sticky note in his hand and asked Shao Qihan, "You wrote this?"

"En." Shao Qihan answered concisely. He looked at Murong Jiu and was about to pick up another piece of "junk food", and frowned, he reached for the biscuit jar resting on Murong Jiu's lap.

"Stop eating, I'll cook something for you." Shao Qihan picked up the lid to cover the biscuit jar, then got up and put it back to its original place.

"You do it?" Murong Jiu asked in amazement, he also followed Shao Qihan to the kitchen, but only stopped at the door: "What will you do?"

"Anything is better than cookies." Shao Qihan said in a low voice, "What do you want to eat?"

Murong Jiu leaned against the door frame and asked with a half-smile, "Can I still order food?"

"Ajiu, don't underestimate me." Shao Qihan suddenly hooked his mouth and said, "Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

"Since you are so confident, John, let's have a foie gras." Murong Jiu shrugged, reached out and tapped the freezer and said, "The foie gras is over there. Although it wasn't delivered today, it's barely edible." He completely ignored Shao Qihan's increasingly dark face, and said with a smile: "The seasoning is in the cabinet on the upper right, and the vegetables are all kept in the fresher cabinet. Hey, did you hear that, Chef Shao?"

While Murong Jiu was still pointing out the kitchen utensils for him, Shao Qihan reached out and took a knife from the kitchen utensil rack, stretched out one and slid it across the blade, as if he was feeling the sharpness of this sharp weapon, now Murong Jiu pretended to be puzzled Looking at Shao Qihan with his head tilted, he happened to touch the knife all over.

"Well, didn't Dr. Chen just say that? You can't eat greasy things." Shao Qihan put down the shiny knife, took off the white apron and put it on.

"Wow——" Murong Jiu looked at Shao Qihan, sighed and said exaggeratedly: "Chef! Since foie gras is not good, how about a bowl of noodles?"

Hearing this, Shao Qihan's originally tense face could no longer be tense. He washed his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, Ajiu, you can go out and wait."

"Traditional gourmet noodles in clear soup?" Murong Jiu added, without waiting for Shao Qihan's reaction, he closed the sliding door and locked Shao Qihan in the kitchen, and then fled away from the battlefield.

Of course Murong Jiu knows how Shao Qihan's cooking skills are, how can a young master who has a lot of servants use himself to fight in person?Even if Murong Jiu solves the problem of food and clothing by himself, he still relies on his mother at home and money when he goes out, let alone Shao Qihan?

Murong Jiu reckoned that if Shao Qihan could make a bowl of noodles in clear soup, he would be great.

He shook his head, and went back to the living room to get the can of baked biscuits again, but after thinking about someone, he put down his raised hand again. Murong Jiu thought about what he couldn't expect Shao Qihan to make, and decided to rely on own up.

Murong Jiu, who was self-reliant, walked into the bedroom, picked up her mobile phone, looked through the address book, and then called the secretary, asking her to solve this small problem as soon as possible, and promised to pay overtime for it.

The president secretary of Murong Group was silent for a while after hearing this extremely ordinary request, and then said hesitantly: "President, today is Monday..."

Murong Jiu was startled, then took down the phone and looked at the date, she was speechless for a while.

The secretary was right, today is indeed Monday, and it is already noon.

He and Uncle Dai went to the cemetery on Friday, went back to school with Han on Saturday to complete the graduation procedures, and went to the gate of Luo's house on Sunday, what day is it not Monday?

But why does he still feel like he's on vacation now?Why is there no concept of time at all?Could it be that he broke his usual record of full attendance today with a historic absenteeism?

Murong Jiu didn't know how to answer his secretary.

But how could the secretary, the secretary, not guess what the boss was thinking?

The secretary with a clear and pleasant voice immediately said tactfully: "President, Mr. Shao contacted you last night to say that you were unwell, and he has already changed your itinerary for these two days."

The boss is at work, the secretary is at work, the boss is off work, and the secretary is not at get off work.

Murong Jiu can be regarded as a benevolent boss, who basically doesn't need a secretary to accompany him around. Like some of his colleagues' secretaries, he doesn't know whether it's a secretary or a nanny.

"Well, what's the schedule?" Murong Jiu asked.

The secretary hastily reported a series of meetings, banquets and discussions under various names.

Murong Jiu pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "I see, then..."

"I'll fix it for you now," the secretary on the other end of the phone understood.

"Well, be lighter." Murong Jiu thought for a while, and then added: "Tell me about tomorrow's itinerary later."

"……Yes!"

Murong Jiu hung up the phone, while thinking about what had happened to him recently, while habitually browsing messages and emails.

So he saw the latest text message that had already been read.

This string of numbers was also unfamiliar to Murong Jiu, but he could more quickly determine who the sender was through the content.

"Today...I'm sorry, my attitude is not very good, I hope you can understand, and...the things left by my aunt, I have already sent someone to deliver them to you."

Murong Jiu stared at this text message, feeling tired for a while.

For Murong Jiu at this time, the matter of his mother seemed so far away as if it happened a century ago, or in other words, Murong Jiu deliberately pushed it back a century ago.

But Luo Kaihui pulled Murong Jiu to face him in time.

Murong Jiu frowned and added this string of numbers to the new contacts, marked "Luo Kaihui", then found his wallet and took out the flattened brocade note.

He walked out of the bedroom with his mobile phone and brocade paper, and walked down the stairs through the corridor with a heavy heart.

Murong Jiu still decided to seek help.

And the person who helped him was naturally Shao Qihan.

This is the benefit of having a bosom friend, Murong Jiu thought, he has found that before he knew it, he was already very dependent on this bosom friend.

This kind of dependence, compared with the previous life's turning against each other, is simply extremely different.

Murong Jiu laughed at himself, and just as he was thinking about it, he faintly smelled a seductive fragrance. He looked towards the kitchen in surprise, and saw Shao Qihan's busy back through the transparent glass door.

At this moment, three questions popped up in Murong Jiu's mind.

Is it John cooking?

Shouldn't it be time to tell the secretary not to deliver food?

Has Han become the all-round nanny these days?

As for these three questions, Murong Jiu immediately proposed three answers for himself, so the three interrogative sentences successfully became three hypothetical questions.

Since there is only John in the kitchen now, the aroma of the rice must have been created by John.

I still don't want it, who knows how it tastes, just in case.

John can completely replace Dai Shurong's mother, even if his cooking is unpalatable, I'm willing... Well, let's try first.

The author has something to say: I'm a bit busy today, the update is a bit late, I'm sorry 哩嗤_(:з"∠)_