After the disfavored female partner went offline, ten brothers went crazy

Chapter 730 Which Me Do You Like?

Hearing the movement from the door, Huo Yichen brought the freshly cooked dishes to the table, looked back at Murong Qiao who was standing at the door, and then smiled.

"Welcome back."

As soon as this sentence was said, Murong Qiao felt that he would be a heinous sinner if he didn't take the initiative to give the other party a hug.

It's a pity that when she made the corresponding move in the next second, she immediately regretted it.

The wolf, who had been quietly waiting for the prey to come, finally seized the opportunity, and directly held the fleeing rabbit firmly in his arms, without giving him any room to breathe.

Until seeing the rabbit blushing, the ferocious wolf finally slacked off a little reluctantly.

"I've kissed so many times, why haven't I learned how to breathe yet?" Huo Yichen let go of his hand amusedly, looked at the flushed Murong Qiao, couldn't help but raised his fingertips and scratched her nose.

Murong Qiao shrank directly and got out of his embrace, "Who is like you?"

"After staying out for so many days, I'm not allowed to charge some interest?" Huo Yichen asked back.

Murong Qiao raised his brows, but this time he didn't refute Huo Yichen, but touched the tip of his nose with some guilt.

Who made someone go hungry and hold her down every day to explore the true meaning of life.

"Okay, let's get ready to eat." Huo Yichen just teased her.

After some intimacy, Huo Yichen went to the kitchen to serve food, and Murong Qiao relaxed because of this, and followed to help.

"It smells so good." Murong Qiao picked up a piece of meat and bit it.

The meat has obviously been carefully stewed, fed with time and temperature, so that when the teeth bite lightly, it is enough to reach the point of being soft and rotten, and then it enters the mouth perfectly, releasing the rich aroma contained in it.

The smell of the meat lingers in the mouth for a long time, and when mixed with beans that relieve the greasy taste, it has a different flavor.

Seeing this, Huo Yichen took another piece for her. "When I took you to eat steak, why didn't you like it so much?"

"Then how can it be the same as what your boyfriend made with his own hands?" Murong Qiao replied.

She picked up the piece of meat that Huo Yichen gave her with her chopsticks, and waved it in front of her eyes as if showing off.

This was done by Ah Chen, a unique feeding service only for her.

While Murong Qiao was eating the meat, his eyes shifted to Huo Yichen from time to time.

Huo Yichen was sitting on the dining table just now, not even taking off his apron.

The black apron itself looks monotonous, but when paired with Huo Yichen's face, it immediately makes people feel that no matter what kind of food they cook, it can make people want to eat.

The warm yellow light came down from the top of the head, and the pitch-black night outside made the man's face as gentle as jade. Even when he was eating quietly without speaking, Murong Qiao felt that the man was extremely gentle.

With a thought in her mind, she suddenly couldn't help pulling the other's empty hand.

"Huh?" Huo Yichen felt the other party's movement, and he held it back naturally, then stopped the chopsticks in his hand, and turned to look at her.

Seeing his behavior like this, Murong Qiao couldn't help laughing again.

"It feels like you are no longer the same as when you were in high school." She said suddenly.

At that time, Huo Yichen was very aloof, and even Murong Qiao never thought that the two of them would have these countless intersections and such an intimate relationship.

"High school?" Huo Yichen raised his eyebrows and asked back. "Then which one do you like?"

This is a dangerous question.

"Nonsense, I like it all the time, okay?" Murong Qiao hurriedly turned the tide.

She didn't want to ask for leave and not be able to go to the company the next day.

"Tell me, can't everyone know it?" Huo Yichen didn't intend to let her go.

Murong Qiao was serious, "I like it, really!"

It's a pity that all her self-testimony was crushed by a scorching kiss, mixed into her breath, and she couldn't even make a sound of defense.

The boy who was tall and straight like a pine tree back then has already grown into a towering tree.

Murong Qiao was caged under the shadow of that tree, becoming smaller and more pitiful.

The length of the night was witnessed on this night.

In the early morning of the next day, waiting for the sunlight to penetrate the thick curtains with great difficulty, and finally reaching an agreement with the alarm clock with the dim light, it was already ten o'clock in the morning when they woke up the people on the bed together.

There was a group of unknown objects on the huge double bed. After the disturbing sound of the alarm clock, a hand stretched out from the gap between the quilt and the bed, touched it randomly, and angrily turned off the alarm clock.

"Well--"

Murong Qiao stretched unconsciously, her body felt a faint soreness, which made her regain some sense.

She was alone on the bed, and when Murong Qiao got up slowly, he saw a note with elegant handwriting on the bedside table.

[I went to the company, breakfast is in the kitchen, I have already told Jiang Chi, if the alarm clock wakes you up on time, the temperature of the porridge is just right. 】

What does not match this handwriting is a very beautiful love heart drawn at the end.

It could be seen that the person who wrote the letter was very serious, and the heart was drawn a bit like an emoticon, but it was this feeling that made Murong Qiao couldn't help but curl his lips and laugh.

Forget it, forgive him for going too far last night.

Murong Qiao got up to wash up, then went to the kitchen and saw Huo Yichen's glutinous rice porridge that had just been cooked.

Some black rice is added in it, it tastes sweet, and the last irritability of getting up in the morning disappears.

Also taking advantage of the breakfast time, Murong Qiao sent a message to Huo Yichen, and then saw Jiang Chi's morning reports piled up in the chat box.

Mostly some documents and reports, and a proposal.

[In addition, many of the company's artists have won awards and nominations, and you will also need to go to the awards ceremony when the time comes. 】Jiang Chi then sent a newly released itinerary as a gift.

awards...

When Murong Qiao silently calculated in his mind, it seemed that it was last year since the last award presentation.

It can only be said that not seeing each other every day is like three autumns. The development of CG in this year is in full swing. It is no longer the time when only a few artists could do it.

Just looking at the list given by Jiang Chi, there are more than a dozen people who are going.

[I'll go to the company later. ] Murong Qiao replied.

It was just typing, and Murong Qiao suddenly remembered that after he went back last night, he had never asked Huo Yichen about the company news.

Tsk, I was fooled by the other party.

Thinking that his attention had been diverted last night, Murong Qiao shook his head helplessly. In the end, he could only remember this matter first, and pay attention to it later today.

When he received the news that Murong Qiao had woken up, Huo Yichen was in Huo's office, talking to the project leader who was found yesterday.

"Regarding what happened yesterday, we have investigated and found out that there was a problem with the quality inspection of the instrument, and two of the key parts were obviously replaced by someone." The project leader put forward his own conclusion.

It's just that when these words came out of his mouth, without Huo Yichen opening his mouth, the project leader broke out in cold sweat.

Speaking of quality inspection problems, the project leader even felt for a moment that he was in danger.

"We found through monitoring and monitoring that it was Director Wang who secretly replaced the parts of this batch of instruments..." the person in charge said more and more quietly.

Huo Yichen squinted his eyes, looking at the information presented in his hand, a standard middle-aged man's face corroded by alcohol.

(End of this chapter)