After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

After sitting down, Han Qi graciously poured Fu Juntong a glass of water.

"Brother Fu must be tired." Han Qi pushed the poured water in front of Fu Juntong: "I'm a man anyway, and I'm not light. Brother Fu has worked hard for such a long journey."

Han Qi smiled and said to Fu Juntong.He is shorter than Fu Juntong, and he looks even more prominent when he sits up.Han Qi was wearing a shirt today. It might have been too hot when he was fishing just now. He unbuttoned two buttons next to the collar of the shirt. They were so close together that Fu Juntong didn't even need to lower his head to see Han Qi and him. Fair and delicate clavicle.

In fact, as far as Han Qi's physique is concerned, this short distance is nothing to Fu Juntong at all, and he doesn't even have a slight breathlessness. As for hard work, it is even more out of the question.

But Fu Juntong still picked up the teacup and put it to his lips, his Adam's apple rolled, and drank the water in a few sips, because he felt very thirsty.

Seeing that Fu Juntong had finished drinking the water in two or three gulps, Han Qi refilled his glass in time, and then poured himself a glass too.

He wasn't very thirsty at first, but when he saw Fu Juntong drinking water, he didn't know why, and felt a little thirsty, just like someone yawning around him, he would yawn too.

But Fu Juntong didn't drink the water poured this time.

He was holding the cup in one hand, and with the index finger and middle finger of the other hand together, he tapped the wooden tabletop again and again, making a dull sound.

The dishes have not been served yet, and the dishes here are all freshly prepared, which naturally takes a little more time than ordinary restaurants.

Fu Juntong kept knocking on the table, watching Han Qi drink water.

Han Qi should really want to drink water, and he drank it in a hurry.I don't know if he drank too fast or the mouth of the cup was too big. Excess water overflowed from the corner of Han Qi's lips and gathered into a thin line of water dripping down from his chin, gathering on the sunken collarbone, A pool of small puddles had accumulated.

Fu Juntong eagerly wanted to see his slender collarbone overflow with too much water, but unfortunately there was not much water in the cup, and even less water flowed down. Fu Juntong felt a little pity when she shed a little bit.

Perhaps it was because Fu Juntong's eyes were too blatantly hot. As soon as Han Qi put down the cup, he took out a piece of paper and wiped off the water droplets from the corners of his lips.

The soft paper towel absorbed the moisture and became translucent. It wiped the fair skin, then was pinched by the pale pink fingertips, and thrown into the trash can at the feet without mercy.

Fu Juntong looked at the tissue and suddenly became jealous.He wished he could replace it with his own body, and carefully wiped away every water stain on his fair skin with the tip of his tongue.

Fu Juntong secretly spurned himself, the thought just now was like a pervert.Although the abnormality in the book is more likable, he doesn't know what Han Qi thinks.

He put down the water glass, clenched his hand into a fist and put it next to his mouth, coughing in disguise.He felt that he should find a new topic to talk about and divert his attention. Before he could figure out what to talk about, he heard Han Qi Qingrun's voice in his ear:

"Brother Fu, you..." The voice paused, with a trace of hesitation: "Won't your fingers hurt if you keep knocking on the table like this?"

Fu Juntong's fingers tapping on the table stopped suddenly, and his ring finger unconsciously touched the small joint where his middle finger was in contact with the table.

It seems...indeed...it hurts a little bit.

wrong!

Fu Juntong pulled back the thinking that was almost misled by Han Qi's words in time: This direction is not right. According to the materials Du Ke gave him, as a boss, knocking his fingers on the table will make him appear more mature and more mature. Does it have a deterrent effect? ​​The book says that it is easier to win the favor of others. Why is it not applicable to him now?

It must be that Du Ke is unreliable, and then deduct his bonus.

Fu Juntong withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened: "A little bit, but it's fun to knock."

Oh, I see.Han Qi also put his fingers together and knocked twice tentatively. If he didn't use too much force, it would be okay. There was no obvious pain, but it was definitely not comfortable.

Don't blame him, he has always been curious when he sees the bully knocking on the table described in novels and TV dramas.

People's hands keep knocking on the table like this, and knocking sounds, and knocking more than once, will it really not hurt?He has had this question for a long time, but it has never been answered.Now that he finally saw a real overlord knocking on the table, he really couldn't hold back his curiosity.

Strange to say, Han Qi belatedly realized that it might be impolite for him to ask so directly.

This is not good, he must pay more attention when he speaks next time.He didn't really want to lose such a friend because of his careless words.

Although there is a big gap between the two, he tentatively defines the relationship as a friend in his heart.

As for what Fu Juntong thought of him, whether he just regarded him as a companion when he was bored, that was not something he could decide.

But probably not, after all, Fu Juntong had helped him a lot, and the emotion in his eyes was very sincere.For someone like Fu Juntong, there is absolutely no need to act for him.

Han Qi touched the cup while thinking about it in his mind.During the whole process, his hand didn't stop, it kept tapping every now and then.

The skin on his hands was thin and turned red after a few strokes.The white fingers were very conspicuous when they were dyed red, and Fu Juntong, who had been secretly watching Han Qi, noticed it all at once.

He waited for a few seconds, and seeing that Han Qi didn't intend to stop, but knocked harder and harder, one couldn't hold back, grabbed Han Qi's hand, and forced it to stop.

"Stop knocking, it's all red." Fu Juntong looked at Han Qi's hand with distress, and rubbed his fingers on the red skin a few times, but he didn't expect to lose control of his strength, and it turned even redder.

Han Qi didn't wake up until the moment Fu Juntong grabbed his hand.

Although knocking on the table is uncomfortable, it's still pretty good. It's easy to form inertia and can't stop at the beginning. It's no wonder those bosses can't help knocking at the beginning.

"It's okay, it's just a little red, it doesn't hurt." Han Qi pulled his hand out of Fu Juntong embarrassedly.

Fu Juntong grasped his own hand, and the temperature was obviously much higher from the other hand, which felt a bit strange.

Fu Juntong didn't use any force, and let Han Qi withdraw his hand. He knew very well that if he just grabbed his hand at this time, he would be playing a hooligan.But Han Qi can also knock on the table, does he like it?

If he likes it, then Du Ke is still somewhat useful, very good, his bonus will be reserved for him for now.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. It rang three times, which was very regular. It was the waiter who knocked on the door, and it should be to serve the food.

"Come in." Fu Juntong raised the volume, because if they didn't hear the voices of the people inside, they would not take the initiative to open the door.

The door was opened, and several people came in, each with a plate of food in his hand.

None of them spoke. After putting down the things in their hands, they turned and walked out.

Since there are only two of them, the portions of the dishes are not very large, but the variety is very rich and the presentation is also very good-looking.

Most of them are made of the fish they caught today. Of course, not only fish, but also other kinds of meat, and there is no shortage of vegetables.

Among the things eaten for breakfast, soup, porridge and porridge account for a relatively large proportion. To be honest, walking and fishing is also a physical effort.It was okay when he didn't see anything to eat, but when he smelled the aroma of food, Han Qi felt that he was starving.

It's just that Fu Juntong hasn't done anything yet, and he's too embarrassed to do it first, after all, he's the one who treats guests.

Holding the chopsticks, Han Qi gave Fu Juntong a pitiful look, slowly writing in his eyes: "I'm hungry, I really want to eat."

Fu Juntong was short of breath, and he turned his head slightly, not daring to look at Han Qi any longer. He stood up and served Han Qi a bowl of crucian carp soup.

Take the initiative to serve soup for people√

The fish soup is cooked with tofu, the soup is milky white, and it looks very appetizing.

Fu Juntong put the soup in front of Han Qi: "Drink a bowl of soup before eating other things. Their crucian carp soup here is delicious."

Han Qi didn't refuse either.The soup was still very hot, so he scooped up a spoonful and let it cool down a bit before putting it into his mouth.The soup is light and delicious, without any fishy smell, it is really delicious.

He squinted comfortably, like a kitten.

"Brother Fu, you can eat too." After drinking the soup, Han Qi found that Fu Juntong hadn't started yet, so he just watched him drink, and quickly said to Fu Juntong.

Here it is again, this familiar feeling. Fu Juntong stared at him like this when he was having breakfast before. Could it be that the way he eats makes people look so appetizing?

Otherwise there is no other reason to explain it.

"En." Fu Juntong responded, and began to eat.He didn't know what Han Qi was thinking, but this didn't prevent him from getting Han Qi's embarrassment. He was afraid that if he continued to watch it blatantly, it would scare others. Fu Juntong then began to eat honestly.

Maybe it's because the right person is by his side, Fu Juntong ate a lot of this meal, and unintentionally coincided with Han Qi's thoughts.

Han Qi is also very happy to eat. Although he said he can cook and thinks his level is not bad, if compared with the chefs here, he must be far behind.

He also lost control of himself a bit, and accidentally ate too much, rubbing his stomach and lazily leaning on the table, more like a cat.

Han Qi felt a little bloated, and rubbed his stomach, hoping to relieve it.But suddenly he didn't know what was wrong, the more he kneaded, the more uncomfortable he felt, and even faintly nauseated.

How could he hide this change in Fu Juntong's face, but before he could ask Han Qi what's wrong, Han Qi pulled the stool away and rushed into the bathroom.

With too much force, the foot of the stool made a harsh noise on the floor tiles.

But at this time, he didn't pay so much attention to the stool. When Fu Juntong heard the sound from the bathroom, his heart rose to his throat.

If it was a misunderstanding that he vomited last time, then this time he really vomited, what's wrong, did he eat badly?

Should not be ah.

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Also, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, baby~

(It may be a bit late in time, but when I coded, it was indeed Mid-Autumn Festival!)