Ming Xiu Yi hides

Qiao Zirui was still a little dazed when he opened his eyes, but when he suddenly opened his eyes and saw the two "dads", he thought his eyes were dazzled, and his father's face was still flushed.

Qiao Zirui blinked several times, his pupils moved around very nimbly, but his consciousness was completely out of the situation.

Qu Ruitian smiled at Zirui's dazed look of not waking up, held his arm to make him sit up, took the bowl of milk, scooped it up with a spoon and lowered his head to blow it for him.

Qiao Zirui, who was sitting up, saw Qiao Qian squarely, and suddenly grinned at him.Showing a mouthful of small white teeth, he giggled, with only a slit left in his eyes.

What echoed throughout the room were the clear and crisp laughter of the children.

Qiao Qian looked at Qiao Zirui, squinted his eyes, and deliberately moved closer to scare him, but Qiao Zirui smiled more cheerfully and danced.

But... Qiao Qian took care of the baby since he was born, and Qu Ruitian had never learned how to take care of the baby. When Qiao Qian was washing the dishes, the following scene occurred.

Qu Ruitian was lying on the sofa, with his head resting on the soft armrest of the sofa, holding up his mobile phone to play games, creaking in the nest... there was a smiling Qiao Zirui.

Qiao Zirui probably thought that his father was playing with him, his two arms were hanging on Qu Ruitian's arms, and Qu Ruitian was clamping his chest, his lower body including his butt was dangling in the air

If it's "father" who takes care of the child, it's good to be alive.

When Qiao Qian came out and saw this scene, he was both amused and helpless, and Qu Ruitian had a headache before carrying the child out.

Qu Ruitian was still in the tense moment of the team battle. Even if someone took his head off, he would look at the phone sideways, staring at the boss, and kept muttering, "Go! Go! Go back! Look back! ……dig!".

Qiao Qian, "...", what should I do? My hands suddenly itched.

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After Xiao Yuan heard the doorbell and opened the door, he was not used to seeing Captain Qiao in an apron.

When he saw the two dishes and one rice in the tray in his hand, he froze into a wooden stick, and he locked the door in disbelief...with force in front of Qiao Qian!With a snap... off!

Qiao Qian, "...".

After a few seconds, Xiao Yuan wiped his eyes before opening them again.

It's a pity that this is not an illusion. Qiao Qian was indeed standing there, wearing an apron and holding a tray. The only thing that changed was his complexion—a little blue.

Xiao Yuan, "...".

Xiao Yuan and Qiao Qian stared with wide eyes.

Xiao Yuan felt that Qiao Qian might have a multi-million bone grafting plan waiting for him, so he swallowed uneasily, his throat rolling.

Qiao Qian is taller than Xiao Yuan, but not by much.But Xiao Yuan always felt that he was more than a head short by Team Qiao, especially when he thought of him shutting the door with a slap, Xiao Yuan didn't even dare to vent his anger.

After some difficulty, Baba said, "Joe...Joe team".

Qiao Qian stretched out the tray in his hand, which meant very clearly, "Eat and wash the dishes yourself".

Xiao Yuan hurriedly took the tray and stood up straight, "Thank you, Joe team."

Seeing this, Qiao Qian let go of the tray. After turning half of his body, he seemed to think of something again. He tilted his head and talked to him in a cold tone, "At eight o'clock the day after tomorrow, there will be a training match with the HPM team."

Xiao Yuan was still in a daze, nodded his head, and watched Qiao Qian's tall and straight figure walking away slowly.

Looking at the steaming dish in his hand, Xiao Yuan felt not only how he felt, but also looked at the direction Qiao Qian left, moved his lips, but said nothing.

After he was spotted, he went directly to the NG starter, including what he knew and what others heard about Qiao Qian, there were too many versions.

Men care more about wealth and fame than looks. There are tens of thousands of outstanding skins in the world, but those with truly great abilities are one in a million.

What he saw and heard about Qiao Qian took them all together.

Of course, there are also some people who say that he has shortcomings. Qiao Qian is usually reticent and lacks expression, giving others the impression of being cold and inviolable.

It's like he doesn't care about everything, and no one can get into his eyes.

But after getting in touch with him a lot, he realized that it wasn't that Qiao Qian was unreasonable and withdrawn, but that he was not used to showing his emotions on his face.

For example, these two dishes were the dishes he ate the most in the past, and Qiao Qian kept everything in his heart, and had no intention of being nice to others.

In some respects, Qiao Qian was extremely innocent, he thought, maybe this is the heart of a child?He didn't quite understand, but he had to admit that the position of his heart was very warm.

HPM training base

Dunga just returned to the base, put his coat on his chair casually, took a step and threw himself into the chair, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose sleepily.

Under the sun, black broken hair flew up, revealing a small mole on the temple, like a point flying out from the eyebrows, which abruptly made the whole person more monstrous.

"Tired like this?" The speaker had a scar at the corner of his eye, and his cheekbones were large. Looking at his face was scary.The voice at the exit was also hoarse. He was sitting on Dunga's left hand side, playing games and talking to him without raising his head.

"Whatever your business?" Dunga still closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his tone was neither cold nor calm, but his brows were wrinkled.

There was a dead silence in the air.

After a while, Dunga heard the low smile of the person next to his ear, which seemed to be mocking and helpless. He pretended to be regretful and said slowly, "Don't be funny, I care about you? Your parents died early, so leave you alone. A person lives like a dog on the street..."

After saying that, he seemed to remember it, and then he raised his eyelids and looked at him, twisted the corners of his mouth, and said in a gentle and provocative tone, "If it wasn't for my dad, or your uncle, who brought you back! You would have... died by now. Let's go."

It's full of malice inside and out.

Dunga's hand stops—

He tilted his head back, leaned back in the tall gaming chair, without expression, and said calmly, "Zhao Fei, has anyone told you...".

It was Zhao Fei who had been against him all this time.

Zhao Fei simply put down the phone, tilted his head and squinted at him, snorted, but didn't speak.

Zhao Fei's silence doesn't mean that Dun Jia will wait for him to speak. He looked at the scar at the corner of Zhao Fei's eye with a half-smile, and Zhao Fei felt a faint pain there, so he turned his gaze out of the window, "Can you ... so ugly".

On the contrary, Zhao Fei smiled inexplicably, and picked up the phone again, the scar at the corner of his eye was distorted, "Where can you see better?"

Apart from Dunga and Zhao Fei, there were other people in the training room. This kind of situation between the two of them happened almost every day.

Everyone couldn't understand why the coach had to let these two people sit together.

Water and fire are incompatible, if they collide forcefully, won't they destroy each other?

The author has something to say:

These two days are in a place with extremely bad signal, try to update every day, hahaha