Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 150 Dream (1)
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Yu Qingyang walked towards the hospital stairs and asked Bu Youran behind him.

Bu Youran's mind couldn't get rid of the scene just now, and the patches of red made her worry about it.

Yu Qingyang couldn't wait for Bu Youran's reply, so he stood still and turned his head.

Bu Youran didn't react for a while, and bumped into his chest directly.

Yu Qingyang took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around her waist, so that there was no gap between her and him.

Bu Youran raised his chin and asked, "What did you just say?"

Yu Qingyang slightly twitched the corner of her mouth, "It's nothing, let's go." From the beginning to the end, he never let go of his hand on her waist.

That night, Yu Qingyang brought Bu Youran to a rice noodle shop, which Bu Youran especially liked to eat. Bu Youran was pleasantly surprised, and drank to his heart's content for a while, forgetting the bloody scene before.

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At 08:30 in the evening, the two returned home.

As soon as he turned on the light, he saw the half-eaten quick-frozen three fresh dumplings on the table, Bu Youran smiled and said, "If you are not full, you can eat some more."

Yu Qingyang glanced at the bag packaging, and frowned slightly, "How many of these things do you have in your refrigerator?"

Bu Youran was stunned, "Why?"

"Throw it all away." He said coldly.

Without waiting for his next move, Bu Youran grabbed his arm, "There is still one pack, I will finish eating tomorrow, just throw it in my stomach."

He turned his head, looked back at her pitiful and innocent expression, and couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, "I'll wrap some frozen stuff for you tomorrow."

Bu Youran's eyes widened, and she asked in surprise, "Can you cook?"

Yu Qingyang nodded hesitantly, "Cooking should be easy."

"What do you mean should be?" Bu Youran couldn't help but look at him when he heard it, "Don't tell me, you think you should be able to do it, so you just say you can do it."

"Shouldn't it be like this? If you can imagine the steps, doesn't it mean you know how to do it?" He raised his eyebrows with a serious expression on his face.

Bu Youran opened her mouth and half-closed her eyes, a series of ellipsis flashed in her mind.

She was just about to turn around, "Oh, I almost forgot, thank you for helping the firm contact the business."

Yu Qingyang sat on the sofa and was changing shoes, looked up, "I haven't started contacting yet."

"You didn't contact me?" Bu Youran raised her voice in surprise, "Then how could Sun Peng..." Could it be that he relied on his own ability?
Bu Youran couldn't help smiling, it seems that the partner really made the right choice.

Seeing the expression on Bu Youran's face, Yu Qingyang said, "Sun Peng has a little ability."

"Just a little?" Hearing the meaning of his words, it seemed that he looked down upon others.

"In my opinion, he really only has one point." After changing his shoes, Yu Qingyang got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Bu Youran stared at his slender back, thinking that he didn't know where he got so confident, as if everyone in the world was a fool, and he was the only one who was smart, so he couldn't help but curse him in circles in his heart.

At 10:30 in the evening, Yu Qingyang was still sorting out the materials for tomorrow's operation. At this time, a phone call came. After speaking, she hurriedly changed clothes and went out. Before leaving, she only told her to lock the door at night, and no one would open it. .

Bu Youran thought it was funny, she was not a child, besides, she was the one who lived here by herself before he entered the house.

She slept until the sun was high, but Yu Qingyang still didn't come back.

Until it was almost eleven o'clock at noon, the phone rang, showing that it was Dapeng. Bu Youran thought he was coming to urge her to go to work again, so she hung up decisively, and called two more in succession until the fifth one was the old man. When Wang called, Bu Youran thumped inexplicably, with a vague premonition.

(End of this chapter)