Eighty-eighth bowl of soup (nine)

"Oh, wearing glasses, gentle and pretty, right?"

Qinghuan bowed and begged: "I just admire it. I am actually just average. Of course, you can't compare with your brother."

Yan Xiu glanced at her: "I can't come down yet."

"ah?"

"Enough." He grabbed her two little hands that were still pounding his back, "Go to have a meal."

Hey, why was it so easy to talk suddenly? Are you not angry? Qinghuan was a little disbelief. She looked at him in confusion, then looked at him, and immediately jumped off his lap to eat. But she was still a little uneasy, so she snatched Yan Xiu while eating. He seemed to be really not angry, but went to make sweet soup for her - it was so strange, when did this person become so generous? I remember that I just sent her to school at the beginning, and after hearing that she had made friends, I was so angry that I went to school with her and stared at her fiercely. If it weren't for being too busy with work, I might have supervised her personally for twenty-four hours.

In short, she had only him in her heart, even if others occupied a little bit of the position.

Qing Huan, with such doubts, finished eating, drinking a bowl of sweet soup, taking a shower, changing into pajamas, lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone, nothing happened in the middle-

My brother changed his sex?

The next morning, she got up on time, washed, changed clothes, tied her hair and applied skin care products. As soon as she left the room, she smelled the fragrance and prepared breakfast again. Everything was the same as every day in the past, but she just felt a little strange. When did Yan Xiu become so generous? He didn't mind when she heard her praise her and no one else was concerned?

"Are you up? Drink the milk first."

"Oh OK." Qing Huan sat at the dining table, held the milk cup in both hands, took a big sip, and his mouth was stained with a circle of white beard. Yan Xiu cut the sandwich and took it over. Seeing that there was milk on her mouth, she wiped it with her fingertips.

After breakfast, they were at peace with each other. Qinghuan packed his backpack, put his mobile phone wallet and a pack of wet wipes inside, and then followed Yan Xiu to accompany him to work.

From home to company, it was common for her to go to company. The employees became familiar with each other. Because Qinghuan had a good personality and sweet mouth, she had already established relationships with the employees. So when she arrived at the company, she would greet her in various ways, and finally she was carried into the elevator by Yan Xiu.

When Yan Xiu arrived at the company, he went to a meeting. Before he came back, he was at peace with each other until Yan Xiu started working. Qing Huan was originally slumped on the sofa to watch a drama, but suddenly he heard Yan Xiu clear his throat. She looked up curiously, and instantly opened her eyes wide and exclaimed: "Wow!!!"

So handsome!!!

Too foul!

Qinghuan was not stingy with her praise, and she was stunningly sitting up from the sofa: "Brother looks so beautiful with glasses!"

This is sincere, because Yan Xiu was indeed wearing a pair of silver-framed glasses on his high nose bridge at this moment. He was wearing a straight suit, with a slender figure with wide shoulders, narrow hips, and his hair was neatly combed to reveal his full forehead. He was already beautiful in his sword eyebrows and starry eyes. After putting on his glasses... How could he say it, he had a kind of beastly aura of a gentle and scum. Because he was not gentle in his original form, the darkness in his soul made him terrifying. After putting on his glasses, the darkness was covered up very well, and he still felt like he was holding a pipa and half-covered his face. In short, Qinghuan liked it very much.

Yan Xiu held the pen in his right hand and gently pushed the frame with his index finger in his left hand: "I look good, is it that gentle male classmate who looks good?"

"Of course my brother looks good, how can he compete with his brother?" This is also true. A half-year-old boy wearing glasses, and is the same as a handsome and successful mature man wearing glasses? In short, Qinghuan likes the sense of elite death, which is bad and handsome, which makes people want to make him a specimen and preserve it forever.

After getting the answer he wanted, Yan Xiu was satisfied. He put down his glasses again, thinking that he was worth it and asked someone to customize it overnight, and then waved to Qinghuan: "Come here."

She came over to massage his back very well, and squeezed his shoulders hard with her little hands, while chanting: "I told you not to sit in front of the desk all day long. What if you earn more money, what should I do if I spend my life? I don't want to be a vain..."

Yan Xiu was silent for two seconds: "...Is this how the vassal uses?"

"Don't care about these details. Look at your shoulders so hard, I can't even pinch them. Is it so attractive to work? You know how to work all day long...ah!" She exclaimed, and it turned out that Yan Xiu had grabbed her little hand and pulled it into her arms. After a dizzy turn, she almost fainted. The next second, Yan Xiu's big hand touched her slender shoulder and gently pinched her: "You are not hard."

Qinghuan immediately became confident: "Of course, I wouldn't sit in front of the table for so long. Even if I indulge in studying every day, I would go for a walk on the playground after dinner."

Yan Xiu said: "I exercise every week."

Qinghuan showed unbelieving eyes. He touched her little hand in his arms, and then pulled open the tie and unbuttoned the shirt: "Touch and see."

Wow...this muscle... looks great and feels good...Qinghuan's face is a little red, and he quickly put his hand back, "I know, I know..."

As soon as she lifted her hands, she quickly helped Yan Xiu fasten her shirt and tie and tie: "Don't take off her clothes if she disagrees. What if someone sees her?"

Yan Xiu kissed her face: "It doesn't matter to show you."

"The door is not closed." Qing Huan muttered, jumped off his lap and continued to massage his back, then looked at his office. After a while, Yan Xiu asked her to stop. Qing Huan simply held his tablet and headphones and sat next to him, looking at Yan Xiu from time to time, and suddenly felt that the man who worked hard was the most handsome.

Yan Xiu forgot to eat lunch at noon. If Qinghuan hadn't pulled him to the staff restaurant, he might have to finish reading all the documents before he could continue. The workload was too great, what kind of body could hold on?

After lunch, she was used to taking naps, but Yan Xiu sat in front of the desk again. Qing Huansheng pulled into the lounge and pressed it to the bed to turn on the air conditioner and cover it with a quilt: "Sleep for a while before you work, you will be more energetic!" How long does he sleep every day? He wakes up early in the morning, sleeps late at night, and doesn't take naps during the day. This person really thinks his body is iron-clad?

Yan Xiu obeyed her. He pulled her to the bed and carried her into his arms: "Sleep together."

Apart from the beginning, they didn't even have a place to live, they haven't slept together for many years. Whether it is Yan Xiu or Qing Huan, they have no intention of treating each other as lovers, and they don't even think there is love between them. The two people's ideas are surprisingly consistent. They are everything to each other. They depend on each other in this world, and they will not be separated or separated, and at the same time, they do not need to undergo a qualitative change in this relationship.

Qinghuan slept fast, but she cleverly grabbed Yan Xiu's hand. When he moved, she woke up, making Yan Xiu, who had originally wanted to coax her to sleep and go to work, had to close his eyes with him, but after a while, he fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was dark. Qinghuan sat on the bed playing with his cell phone. When he saw him awake, he pulled him up: "You are not tired..." How could he sleep for so long if he was not tired?

Yan Xiu rubbed his eyebrows and felt much better, but the work of squeezing into a mountain had to be completed soon. After these days, he had time to relax and accompany her by the way. He always left her alone, no wonder she wanted to go out and play. "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." Qinghuan raised his phone and shook it, "But, my classmate... seems to be waiting for me in a milk tea shop."

Yan Xiu instantly became cold: "Don't worry about him."

"How long will he wait if I don't go?"

"Don't want to know."

Qinghuan was not interested in that classmate, she didn't want to date him, nor did she want to give the other party ridiculous hope, so she wouldn't go, and the other party was willing to wait until when was his freedom. What's more, if she went, Yan Xiu would definitely be unhappy. She didn't need to make important people unhappy for an irrelevant person. The most precious and most protected person in the world for her is by her side. She really didn't have time to care about other people's moods. "Then when will we go home? I don't want to spend the night in the company, it's too scary."

Yan Xiu said: "Let's go home now."

"Huh? Not working anymore?"

"No." Seeing that the time was past the time to get off work, Yan Xiu had never thought of staying in the company. "Take you to buy vegetables and then go home to cook."

"Then I want to eat hot pot!" Qing Huan rubbed his hands expectantly, "I also want to drink Babao porridge! The kind that is cooked glutinous!"

Yan Xiu never refused her request.

They drove to a large supermarket not far from home. There was an induction cooker at home, which was very suitable for hot pot. Qinghuan and Yan Xiu had the same taste. Both of them were the ones who were spicy and did not enjoy it, so they reached an agreement. Yan Xiu bought the ingredients for the eight-treasure porridge and prepared to cook it as soon as he got home. When the hot pot was finished, it would be good for the stomach and intestines.

Qinghuan took a few beer and Yan Xiu bought her yogurt. Because she bought too much, Qinghuan was guarding the cart at the entrance of the supermarket and waited for Yan Xiu to drive over.

When Yan Xiu came over, she went to see the promotional screen at the intersection bored. When Yan Xiu came, she asked: "Brother, is that project developer my previous father? Look at the name."

"Didn't you say you forgot?"

She stuck out her tongue, "I'm afraid you're unhappy. Now that I'm grown up, I have a good memory."

A long time ago, when they lived that bad days, Yan Xiu always asked her if she wanted to go back because he couldn't give her a luxurious life for the time being. Qinghuan naively asked him where he went back, and he didn't remember anything. In fact, of course she didn't forget, not only did she not forget, but even the name of her family with this body was clear.
Chapter completed!