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Chapter 874 Cook Me Noodles
"I just made a pot of tea."

Qiao Yimo poured a cup of tea for Yang Qian and Zhong Yi respectively, and said to Yang Qian in sign language.

Qiao Yimo learned sign language four years ago. She has worked with Yang Qian for several years and has seen many of them. Yang Qian can understand simple sign language.

"Hey, it's all right. I didn't know you only have tea here, not even juice."

While talking, Yang Qian grabbed Qiao Yimo and sat beside her, tilted her head and said to Zhong Yi, who was sitting on the other side of her, "Our Momo has good living habits, and we usually pay special attention to health preservation, smoking and drinking. carbonated drinks

Non-stick. "

Qiao Yimo pretended not to hear, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Zhong Yi's upper body leaned forward slightly, looked at Qiao Yimo resentfully through Yang Qian, and whispered, "It can be seen."

Yang Qian pursed her lips, and suddenly stood up from the middle.

Qiao Yimo, "..."

"I'll go to the terrace yard to see how the succulent babies you raised for me look like, you guys talk." After Yang Qian finished speaking, she flirted with Qiao Yimo, turned around and walked towards the terrace.

Qiao Yimo was stunned, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Zhong Yi's eyes staring at him like X-rays, and immediately reached out to touch her forehead, feeling a headache.

Everyone had entered the house, and it was brought by Yang Qian again. Qiao Yimo, the host, was never to be neglected, so he smiled at Zhong Yi, pointed to the tea on the table, and signaled him to drink it.

Zhong Yi was flattered, his eyes were still looking at Qiao Yimo, but his hands were flustered to serve tea.

As soon as the tea was served, he poured it all into his mouth, as if he had been thirsty for 800 years.

Qiao Yimo bit her lower lip lightly, and a few traces of amused and helpless appeared in her clear eyes.

Zhong Yi drank the tea, put down the teacup, looked at Qiao Yimo with a blushing face, and smiled awkwardly and at a loss, "Actually, we have met before."

Qiao Yimo's attention was originally on the movement of him rubbing his thighs with his hands, but when he heard what he said, he looked at him suspiciously, stretched out a finger, pointed at him, and then pointed at himself.

"you know me?"

Zhong Yi nodded, blushing to the base of his ears, "A buddy of mine's girlfriend lives near here. Last time we had a fight, my buddy bought a lot of fireworks and candles to coax his girlfriend... Hehe, the battle is a bit big."

Zhong Yi scratched his head in embarrassment, and didn't dare to look at Qiao Yimo anymore, and said vaguely, "It turned out to be self-defeating, and there was an accident when the fireworks were set off. Hey, I hurt, I hurt."

When Qiao Yimo saw Zhong Yi say this, she touched the left side of her cheek.

Qiao Yimo blinked, stared at Zhong Yi, and remembered.

It happened to be her turn to be on the night shift that night, at ninety o'clock, a mighty group of people rushed into the pharmacy in a hurry...

Among them, Qiao Yimo had a particularly deep memory of the sound of "howling ghosts and howling wolves".

Well, it seems that the person who made that voice is probably the person in front of him.

Seeing Qiao Yimo staring at him, Zhong Yi's heart was pounding and beating irregularly, but his face was redder and more embarrassing.

In fact, there was nothing serious about him that night, except that the fireworks hit his face and slightly burned his skin...

Qiao Yimo watched Zhong Yi's face turn red like Bao Gong, and the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, and moved away from his face.

Hearing from Yang Qian, this person is a second-generation rich man, born with a golden key in his mouth. He is more delicate. She, ahem, can understand.

"Qiao..." Zhong Yi glanced at Qiao Yimo, "I, can I call you Momo like Aunt Yang?"

Joey paused, glanced at Zhong Yi, and picked up the phone on the table.

Zhong Yi saw, "...are you typing?"

Joey pursed his lips, turned the phone screen to him, and looked at him with a smile.

Looking at the smile on Qiao Yimo's face, Zhong Yi felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his heart, causing him to swallow his saliva unconsciously. After a few seconds, he turned his gaze away from Qiao Yimo's face. Turn on and look at the phone screen.

However, the moment his eyes fell on the phone screen, Zhong Yi's face froze suddenly, and his throbbing heart seemed to be poured with a bucket of ice water.

……

"Hey, why did you come out?"

Yang Qian was secretly boasting about her wit, when she saw Qiao Yimo coming out of the corner of her eyes, she widened her eyes and said.

Qiao Yimo smiled softly, walked over, gently shook Yang Qian's arm, and said with gestures, "Your birthday is next week. I heard that you have invited a lot of people, so you must prepare a lot of things. I will help you." You."

Yang Qian stared at Qiao Yimo, "Xiaomo, you..."

"Director, I have no plans to settle down for the time being." Qiao Yimo smiled softly, looking at the man with eyes full of gentle stars, containing the magic power to soften people.

"you!"

Yang Qian was so angry that she poked Qiao Yimo's forehead hard, gritted her teeth and rebuked, "You laugh, and you still laugh! What a nice person, I just let you give it, you, you time and time again, are you planning to Be single like this all your life? Huh?"

Qiao Yimo pouted, hugged Yang Qian's hand, begging for mercy.

Yang Qian raised her forehead, "Forget it, I'm not your mother, I'll take care of you!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Qian shook off Qiao Yimo and was about to leave angrily.

Qiao Yimo grabbed her hand tightly and looked at her pitifully.

Yang Qian was so depressed that she wanted to eat Qiao Yimo raw.

She introduced so many good young men to her, this man seemed to come down from the nunnery in Mount Emei, he said one and rejected the other, and said one pair rejected the other, did she want to go to heaven and become a little fairy? !
Just piss her off!
……

Qiao Yimo accompanied Yang Qian, who was blue-faced, and Zhong Yi, who looked a bit depressed, to the door with a smile. Seeing the figures of the two disappear at the stairs, he just closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and closed the door.

I looked up at the clock on the wall, it was less than 09:30.

Qiao Yimo took the teacups on the table to the sink to wash, and had just placed them on the tea stand when there was another knock on the door.

Qiao Yimo was stunned, thinking that it was Yang Qian who was so annoyed that she came back to "teach her a lesson", walked quickly to the door and opened it.

The corner of his mouth was halfway up into a resentful smile, and when he saw the person standing in front of him clearly, he froze for a moment, and his clear and clear eyes also shrank stiffly.

"At this time, who else is coming besides me?"

The voice is clear and indifferent, but if you listen carefully, every word and sentence seems to be filled with invisible oppression and danger.

This man can always use the most plain and casual tone to make people's hearts tense and trembling.

Qiao Yimo clenched her fingertips on the edge of the door slightly, the expression on her face returned to normal, she moved her slender body two steps to the side of the door, and looked at the man quietly.

Mu Qingxun's black eyes seemed to hide a pair of flaming hooks, tightly hooking on Qiao Yimo, her thin lips were lightly closed, and silently stretched out his arm with his black windbreaker coat to Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo paused for a while, stepped forward, took the coat from his arms, took another step forward, and hung it on the hanger on the side of the wall.

Before she turned around, the man's low and mellow voice came again, "I haven't eaten anything, cook me something, don't bother, just noodles."

Qiao Yimo, "..."

……

In the kitchen, the water is boiling, and Qiao Yimo is putting noodles into the pot.

"Anyone here?"

Mu Qingxun's voice suddenly came from behind.

Qiao Yimo was startled, and the hands that were stirring with chopsticks trembled.

With this shaking, the boiling water vapor in the pot splashed onto the back of her hand, so hot that she was about to throw away the chopsticks.

"coward!"

Following the man's low-pitched reprimand, Qiao Yimo's arms were tightly held by the man, and he dragged her to the sink, turned on the faucet, and put her hands directly under the water.

Qiao Yimo inhaled, and subconsciously pulled his hand out.

"What are you doing, isn't it burning?"

The voice got into his ears, and Qiao Yimo felt his entire back was frozen.

Not to mention that the man's voice came in close to her ears, even her whole body is now surrounded by his chest.

He propped one hand on the edge of the sink by Qiao Yimo's waist, and held her hand with the other, almost putting it in his palm like a master.

His broad and gentle back is attached to her back as if there is nothing, and every breath rises and falls hits her back, and his two long legs are even more exaggerated... standing on both sides of her legs...

Qiao Yimo was breathing hard, her face was blushing violently, she didn't know whether it was from shame or anger, and she struggled to get up without hesitation.

"When I went upstairs, I saw your boss..."

Before Qiao Yimo struggled more violently, Mu Qingxun stepped back from behind her, took her hand and walked to her side, took out a silk scarf from her trouser pocket, wrapped it around Qiao Yimo's hand, and said plainly.

Joey was shocked.

Him, see?
Mu Qingxun raised her eyelids, and looked at Qiao Yimo with clear eyes, "She was with a man who looked very young... came to you?"

Qiao Yimo's breathing was obstructed, she took two deep breaths, her eyes naturally avoided his, she withdrew her hand from his hand, and said in sign language, "He is a relative of the director, the director is looking for me for something, and her relative happened to be with her together, just one
I'm up...Is there a problem? "

"How old is it?" There was no emotion in Mu Qingxin's voice.

Joey paused, "Twenty."

"Ah."

Mu Qingxun locked eyes on Qiao Yimo's fair little face, her expression was indifferent, and she didn't know whether she believed it or not.

After a few seconds of silence, Mu Qingxun grabbed Qiao Yimo's hand.

Qiao Yimo was slightly startled, and looked up at him.

Mu Qingying Yingyi's eyebrows seemed to be wrinkled, she glanced at her lightly, and said, "Does it still hurt?"

Joey shook his head.

She was just scalded by the steam, nothing serious.

"Give me back that silk scarf!"

As Mu Qingxun said, she pulled the scarf from Qiao Yimo's hand without leaving it for a second, then turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Qiao Yimo's eyes widened, looking at Mu Qingxun's handsome back, the corners of her eyes twitched uncontrollably.

It seemed as if someone was going to snatch his silk scarf!

……

After eating the noodles, Mu Qingxun just sat on the sofa like an old man, staring at Qiao Yimo with half-closed eyes, and didn't even have the slightest intention to clean up!

The corners of Qiao Yimo's mouth were pursed a little straight, and she pulled her pretty face unhappily, glaring at Mu Qingxun.

"What are you looking at? You refuse to be my woman, and you don't let me have unreasonable thoughts about you. Why should I waste my expression in front of you? Do you think I can be courteous to anyone?" Mu Mu Qing Xing's voice was faint.

Qiao Yimo closed her eyes, with a sullen face, took the bowl, and rushed into the kitchen angrily, brush, bowl, brush, pot!

Listening to the little movement from the kitchen, Mu Qingxun's tough Adam's apple rolled slightly, and her eyes darkened to the direction of the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)