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Ling Yan woke up from the sun the next day.

The latitude of Zone VI is very low, and the sun is shining at seven o'clock in March. At that time, a shot of sunlight happened to shine on his face, and Ling Yan woke up.Although he was treated by a medical robot, he was still a little weak. When he opened his eyes, he saw Qi Siming sitting on the balcony in pajama pants.

It's really the best dream to dare not do this, the sun licks the man's back, the muscles are clearly defined, and it looks strangely warm.

Hearing the rustling sound, Qi Siming turned around, "Are you awake?"

Ling Yan flinched instinctively, feeling that Qi Siming's expression was a little unkind.

I saw Qi Siming got up expressionlessly, picked up his clothes and threw them over, opened his mouth and began to scold, "A dignified member of Congress, he is responsible for the jobs of a lot of people in the constituency, and it's okay for his assistant to worry about his work and daily life. I can’t take care of myself, I don’t even know what my allergies are, what to eat, look at what you did yesterday—that’s all, all right, get up quickly.”

Qi Siming didn't sleep all night.

Ling Yan had been tossing and turning last night, and Qi Siming couldn't sleep well, so he just guarded him, and saw that Ling Yan's pajamas were soaking wet, and wiped his body for him in the middle of the night.In the end, he was completely sleepless, and seeing Ling Yan sleeping soundly, he was also very angry.

Ling Yan, who had just woken up, was still feeling tired and confused, and the vague memories of last night slowly came back, and he didn't say a word when he heard Qi Siming talk about him.

The years have given him a layer of cautious temperament. At this time, the sick flush of last night has receded on his face, showing an astonishing whiteness. Sitting there, he looks like a thin white duke from the last century.

Qi Siming was suffocating in his heart at first, but when he saw him like this, his heart skipped a beat again, and the words of his accusation were lost, and he couldn't help walking towards him.

Time is precious in the morning, and it is only enough for a short time to spend together.Ling Yan went to wash up, and Qi Siming walked into the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up.

It just so happened that Ms. He was leaning on the Liuli table and coffee, fiddled with the ingredients that appeared out of thin air overnight, and asked him curiously, "What is this? Lotus seeds?"

That kind of kernel is white at one end and brownish red at the other end, with patterns on the surface.It is indeed a bit like lotus seeds.

Qi Siming smiled, his tone a little awkward, "Miss He, have you seen what Lianzi looks like?" He washed his hands, took a small plate, and put on plastic gloves.

Ms. He looked over curiously, and saw that a copper nail was stuck on his thumb, and he pried open the shell of the thing one by one, revealing the fresh and bright one inside, allowing the little thing to slowly diffuse the waxy aroma of the whole room .

"This thing is called Gorgon. It grows in the pond in District XII. My brother who contacted me in the middle of the night yesterday just dug it fresh from his own breeding garden." Peel for half a day.

Seeing this, Ms. He said, "Can't this thing be peeled mechanically? You are too slow."

Qi Siming is very patient, and you can see no trace of impatience, "This is the first crop of this year. It is too tender, and the gorgon seeds in the shell of the machine will be broken. It will yield two taels per catty, and it will be poured out in this automatic kitchen." It's gone, how can I get rid of it?"

Ms. He clicked her tongue, feeling that capitalists really never tire of fine food and fine food.

Suffering from insomnia last night, apart from taking care of Ling Yan, Qi Siming also devoted himself to researching Ling Yan's allergens, forcibly woke up Ling Yan's nutritionist, and asked someone to come up with a week's menu overnight.It is estimated that the nutritionist's dream was disturbed, and he was also full of anger, and he went to heaven and earth to open a bunch of ingredients that are rare in this season.

Qi Siming didn't take it seriously, and at dawn he had already prepared everything with great powers, because he was in charge of the highest authority of this villa, and he did it quietly without disturbing anyone.

"Automatic cooking machines, smart kitchens, these inventions are used against human beings. Arm the kitchen to the teeth, lie down and tie your neck and wait to eat. Do you want to live the life of a French goose?"

Miss He was silent for a while, and boldly asked him about the kitchen and food at home.

Qi Siming didn't hold back his own treasures, and gave a general introduction to the old-fashioned seven-star stove in his old house, the earthen stove with a bellows and firewood.

After he finished speaking, Miss He felt bad.She considers herself to be out of the middle class, and as the chief of staff of a popular congressman, she is a figure anyway, but a capitalist is still a capitalist, and poverty limits her cramped head.

Suddenly, Ms. He thought about this month's donation issue very consciously, and suddenly felt that the person in front of her had turned into an amiable cash cow, and her spirits were immediately lifted.

She entered the role quickly, put on a smiling face, and immediately showed the expression of her grandson, "Hi Mr. Qi, look at what you said, the products you invest in cover all aspects of smart furniture. Where are you going?"

Qi Siming glanced at her, and didn't feel much about this flattery, "It's just business talk, how can this be the same as cooking for a partner when you're in love?"

Ms. He hurriedly added a value, "That is, the most lingering thing for a couple is not the sex in bed, but three meals a day-I understand this."

Ms. He slapped her right, Qi Siming, a rascal, laughed in a low voice, "Yes, between lovers, three meals a day."

Miss He: "..."

Ling Yan who just came downstairs: "..."

Listening to his boyfriend talking dirty to his subordinates early in the morning, Ling Yan didn't know what to say.

He unconsciously raised his voice, "Hola, did you forget something? What about this morning's briefing?"

He La sat in the blind spot of the kitchen and didn't even see her boss coming. Hearing such a seamless summons, she was so scared that she almost spit out a mouthful of coffee.

On the other hand, Qi Siming was so calm that it made people gnash their teeth. He took off his gloves and stood up, raising his voice, "How many sugar cubes for coffee?"

Ling Yan's coffee doesn't add sugar, but when Qi Siming asked, he said, "One piece."

Qi Siming stirred with a small spoon, making the crisp tinkling sound of porcelain colliding, and turned his head with a smile, "Miss He, please help me to carry the small casserole. It's been a hard night. You and Ah Yan are eating and talking at the dinner table."

In the casserole is matsutake porridge, boiled hours ago.

Qi Siming was afraid that Ling Yan would lose his appetite after throwing up last night, so he stuffed a star of pork with lean meat and pepper to relieve the smell of meat. The white and dense rice porridge was filled into a small cup, and served to Ling Yan, it was still hot Bubbled up.

Ling Yan, who had no appetite in the morning, immediately felt hungry. With difficulty breathing, he asked, "What did you do last night?"

People in front of me are famous for their flair of sleeping flowers and willows, but I didn't expect this kind of thing to be done like a veteran.

Qi Siming didn't answer, just raised his eyebrows and said, "Try it."

Ling Yan ate very elegantly, chewing and swallowing like a painting, Miss He peeked at him while swallowing the porridge, watched Ling Yan taste it and said it was delicious.He bent his eyes, and when he looked at Qi Siming, his whole face lit up. It wasn't Ling Yan's usual restrained smile, that smile was too bright, too cute, as clean as a child's.

Ms. He suddenly thought of some old things, and felt that a corner of her heart was gently pulled up by someone.

Afterwards, Qi Siming was not polite, and directly said that he had taken the management authority of the mansion from her, arranged Ling Yan's three meals a day forcefully, and even directly took over the family's bills as if he were the master.

Ling Yan also surprisingly didn't say anything, nodded his head, and adjusted his index finger to read the results of Miss He's work last night. While eating breakfast, he started working in Miss He's messy mood.

Because of Ling Yan's temper tantrum last night, the whole team stayed up all night with their tails between their legs. Contact relevant parties for cross-examination.

The second high school teacher, Mr. Chen, was suspected of sexually assaulting Sophia. The fuse was indeed that the school was dissatisfied with the parents of the students, and claimed that Sophia would be expelled.But this incident did not happen just a week like the old lady in the game hall said, but it has been almost a month.

Ms. He's posture in typing the report was very standard, and the time and place were clearly marked.Ling Yan read the main content at a glance.

"Yesterday I contacted the police station where Su Xian reported the case, but the person in charge refused to say anything. He only said that the case had been moved up. I typed it up layer by layer. Anyway, the file is now with the General Bureau. I also asked the prosecutor. , This was really reported, but I don’t know why it was suppressed..."

Qi Siming groaned, "This teacher Chen has a good background? Who is he? Is he a famous teacher in your district?"

Ling Yan shook his head, "Don't ask me, I don't know all about cats and dogs."

Miss He said, "He is indeed a famous teacher, but he is not considered a big man. It is said that his wife is rich and related to the management committee of the district. It is estimated that he has taken care of everything."

Qi Siming clicked his tongue, "With some money, the police and prosecutors can let go... Is it true that public officials in District VI can't afford wages? But if you say that Su Xian is a reporter, they are not afraid that they will not be able to stop Yoyo if they do this." Mouth?"

"That's the problem. The reports on the Internet have never stopped, but the popularity is very low - if it weren't for the school lawyer's stupid trick, trying to use Su Xian to make an example of others and force the parents to make trouble, maybe we might not know it today. .”

Ling Yan finished reading the compiled materials, picked out two details and asked, "Which media is this Su Xian from?"

Ms. He had already prepared, "I used to be an expatriate reporter for the ace of our district, Time and Space News, but she left her original unit a few years ago. Now she can be regarded as a freelance reporter at most. She has been working in the district for the past few years. The shit-stirring job doesn't have too much influence, but the reputation is very low."

Journalism is not always a very likable profession, especially if it is aggressive.

Ling Yan nodded, "Then did you declare in advance for today's meeting?"

Assemblies, processions and demonstrations are typical collective actions with high social costs, so the legal norms for such activities are also very cautious and meticulous.

"Declared five days ago, but it's only until the application is made."

"The competent authority must give a reply within three days, and whether you agree or disagree must be clearly stated." Ling Yan rested his fingers on his temples, feeling that the grassroots work in District VI had lost its integrity. "So it's because they didn't give any reply?"

"No, this matter was suppressed."

Ling Yan nodded when he heard the words, and said expressionlessly, "It seems that these people really think that the sky is high and the emperor is far away."