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Breaking into a private house?Break the law?

Are all the bosses now so particular about it?

If Fu Juntong came here to find him like this, it wouldn't be considered trespassing, would it?Besides, it is generally not so much about this now.

Fu Juntong's ideological and political awareness is probably too high.

Ren Shi Han Qi had already thought of many possibilities before this, such as busy, unexpected, but he never expected that there would be such a reason.

Han Qi looked at Fu Juntong's traces of grievances, he was angry and funny, and the anger that had just risen up with great difficulty dissipated in an instant.

He was out of breath now, and even wanted to laugh, so he couldn't control the expression on his face.

He thought that his expression control was good enough, but Fu Juntong kept a good eye on Han Qi the whole time, and it was hard not to notice any changes in his expression.

Although the smile was fleeting, Fu Juntong still saw it.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

With Han Qi's reaction, it is obvious that the turmoil has passed.

It seems that honestly admitting is really the best way to solve the problem. If you are laughed at twice, you will be laughed at twice. Anyway, it is your own people who laugh, and you will not suffer.

Although Han Qi woke up early today and got up early, but just now it was delayed, and it was late for breakfast.

Before Han Qi could say that he wanted to eat, his stomach growled a step ahead, especially loud in the quiet hall because no one spoke.

He covered his stomach in embarrassment, blushing a little.

Fu Juntong didn't pretend he didn't see it, but instead laughed a couple of times very naturally, with obvious teasing in his expression: "Hungry?"

"Yeah, what's for breakfast." Han Qi's embarrassment only lasted for a while, and when he saw Fu Juntong's expression, it quickly turned into calm.

In the past, he might have been embarrassed for a while, but now it can be said that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and he just passed Fu Juntong in a routine, so it's okay to lose face so little, at most it's just a joke.

Fu Juntong didn't hesitate, he got up and went to the kitchen, and brought out a casserole of porridge and a plate of delicious-looking steamed buns.

It should have been kept warm on the fire all the time, and it was still steaming hot, prompting the aroma of the food to burst out faster and more violently.

It's his favorite taste.

Han Qi originally wanted to serve the porridge by himself, but Fu Juntong didn't let him move, and directly handed the bowl to him.

"I told you before that I invited an aunt named Wu, and she did all of these." Fu Juntong made Han Qi a bun and poured him a dish of vinegar.

"Well, what about her?" Han Qi sipped his porridge, squinted his eyes contentedly, and asked.

"She went to buy vegetables for noon. Since you don't know when you wake up, these things have been warming."

Han Qi nodded twice, indicating that he understood.

This aunt is really good at cooking. He feels that this breakfast is even more delicious than the one he had at that time-honored breakfast shop before.

Seeing Han Qi eating without raising his head, Fu Juntong felt relieved. Ever since Han Qi was brought into the house by him last night, he was afraid that Han Qi would not get used to it and wanted to go home.

But so far, it seems to be okay?

"When I was eating that day, I felt that you prefer Chinese breakfast. I don't know if it suits your appetite. If you have any taboos or want to eat, just tell Aunt Wu directly, or you can tell me. By the way, you You don’t eat onions, ginger, garlic, and coriander, right?”

"Yes, that's right." Han Qi nodded.

After several steamed buns in a row, Han Qi was no longer so hungry. He ate the porridge in the bowl slowly. Hearing Fu Juntong's words, he was unavoidably surprised.

The two of them didn't have a few meals together, how did Fu Juntong know?And this is his own taste, which is different from the original Han Qi.

Perhaps it was because the surprise on his face was too obvious. Before he could ask, Fu Juntong began to explain: "When you were eating before, you would pick out the onion, ginger, and garlic in the bowl. When you eat breakfast, you obviously choose There are so many, but you also go directly to the Chinese breakfast."

Indeed, there is nothing wrong with that.

Han Qi hadn't noticed before that Fu Juntong had been paying so much attention to him. It seemed that he had this idea very early on.

Han Qi smiled, it was no longer the classic smirk that Fu Juntong used to wear before, but a smile from the heart, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, looking bright and brilliant.

Han Qi only felt that the panic and uneasiness that had been vaguely present in his heart since he arrived here yesterday dissipated.

Maybe move to Fu Juntong's house, also, not bad?

Maybe there will be a good result.

Both of them had a very pleasant breakfast. Although they didn't continue to speak, the interaction between body and eyes was already very warm and harmonious.

Han Qi finished the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, put down his chopsticks, wiped his hands, and said casually, "Brother Fu, when do you have time, I need to pack some clothes and move here."