Traveling to the present: the white-collar life of the queen

Chapter 191 Cohabitation
The three came to Qingyage together, Qingqing said excitedly:
"It's all right now, Brother Li is here, I won't feel lonely living here by myself in the future, and I can also visit Brother Li's Yijingting when I have time!"

"Welcome, welcome, I'm worried that I'm going to be suffocated to death by myself." Li Xin said with a smile.

Zhou Yu had a jealous look on his face, and there was a sour smell in his speech:
"Don't worry, I won't let you live here alone. You can live upstairs. If I feel wronged, I will live downstairs. Li Xin is also welcome to come to our house often."

He bit the "our family" three very hard, as if deliberately provocative.

Li Xin still has a charming smile on his face, doesn't he know Zhou Yu's thoughts?It's just that this guy is jealous, why does he look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy? Where is the sophistication in the business world?

"Ah? You live here too?" Qingqing was startled, she suddenly felt like Sun Monkey was under a magic spell. Recently, she was obsessed with Journey to the West.

"Of course, this is my house too. You live upstairs, and I don't affect you. Of course, if you allow, I can move upstairs with you." Zhou Yu said pretending to be ambiguous, but it was actually a performance. I showed it to Li Xin, hoping that he would retreat in spite of the difficulties.

"No!" Qingqing flatly refused, and went upstairs feeling extremely depressed. She never thought that while enjoying the villa, there would be an additional condition. In view of Zhou Yu's good performance today, she didn't care about it. But the key upstairs must come with him, and she doesn't want to have the drunken accident happened again.

Zhou Yu didn't intend to move here at first, but with Li Xin around, he sensed a danger signal, so he temporarily decided to "cohabit" with Qingqing.

The next day was Sunday, Qingqing took a long sleep and didn't get up until the sun was high, rubbing her sleepy eyes, suddenly her nose was very sensitive to smell a fragrance, which seemed to come from downstairs.

Qingqing was wearing pajamas and slippers, and ran downstairs to take a look, ho, on the dining table, there were poached eggs, hot soy milk, sandwich bread, and a piece of Diezi fresh fruit.

Looking at Zhou Yu again, he was coming out of the kitchen, took off his apron, and made a very gentlemanly gesture of invitation:
"Invite Miss Su to dinner."

If Qingqing hadn't been holding on to the handrail of the stairs, she would have fallen down, her jaw was almost dislocated, and she looked at Zhou Yu as if she had seen a ghost:

"This, you made these?!"

(End of this chapter)