No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Chapter 27
Like offering a treasure, the child dragged him to the dining room. On the insulation board of the dining table, there was a casserole, and the heat was slowly wafting out of the air hole.

"I made soup, it's really delicious!" Qiao Mengyu said proudly and pertinently, and then nodded self-consciously after speaking, as if she was impressed by her own craftsmanship.

Shao Rongqian only glanced at him, and then stopped his gaze on the child's face. His black Ruifeng eyes had no meaning, as if there was a slight smile, but it seemed that there was nothing there.

In short, under Qiao Meng's eager eyes, Shao Rongqian gently opened his lips: "Let's serve dinner."

Qiao Mengyu immediately grinned and said, "I'll serve the soup for you!"

While the children were talking, they happily ran to the kitchen to get a bowl, while Shao Rongqian went to the bedroom on the second floor.

When he came down, he had changed into a black suit and replaced it with gray satin home clothes. The top was short-sleeved and the bottom was long trousers. His hair was a little longer than before. He looked lazy and straight with the suit Compared with the men in the house, he is obviously much more approachable.

Shao Rongqian sat on the dining chair at the main seat, and saw the child push a bowl of warm soup onto the dining table in front of him as if offering a treasure.

"Try it, it's really delicious." Qiao Mengyu opened the dining chair next to him and sat down, leaning on the dining table with his elbows, resting his chin on his little hand, looking at him expectantly.

The food was already set on the dining table, and every dish was delicious in color, fragrance, and taste, except for the bowl of soup in front of it, which had no special features except for its good-looking bowl.

Seeing that Shao Rongqian didn't move, Qiao Mengyu cleared his throat in embarrassment: "Don't think it looks bad, it tastes good, if you don't believe me, try it."

Shao Rongqian frowned slightly, as if he was a little disgusted, and was thinking about whether to show the child some face, when suddenly his little white hand stretched out, and his light-white fingertips touched the side of the bone china bowl.

"Do you want me to feed you?" There was a sly smile in the little fox's eyes.

Bad water is brewing again.

A clear smile crossed Shao Rongqian's lips, and he took the initiative to pick up the white porcelain bowl: "No need."

After taking a sip, the taste is light and sweet, without a hint of greasy, which is really good.

"Is it delicious? I'm sure I won't lie to you!" Qiao Mengyu smiled and frowned, tilting her head.

Shao Rongqian always moves gracefully when eating, and the same is true when drinking soup. He took another sip and put down the white porcelain bowl.

"What kind of soup is this?" Shao Rongqian rarely had the heart to chat.

Qiao Mengyu immediately popularized science: "Lotus root corn ribs soup, my exclusive secret recipe."

Because of Qiao Xinghai's physical condition, his appetite has always been poor, and he can't eat greasy things at all. Qiao Mengyu researched various health soups, which have meat but are not greasy, and the taste is fresh and sweet.

"You can't drink it anywhere else. If you like it, I'll make it for you every day!" Qiao Mengyu held her cheeks in her hands, smiling like a cute little fox.

"No need." Shao Rongqian didn't show any face, he sat upright, his indifferent eyes stopped on her face, "When are you going back to Beijing?"

"Whenever you go back to Beijing, just take me with you, and you don't need to bother." Qiao Mengyu was naturally shameless.

Shao Rongqian had the feeling that he was stuck with dog skin plaster and couldn't get rid of it, but then he thought about it, he was just a child, what kind of trouble could he cause.

The more she was left out in the cold, she retreated in spite of the difficulties.

Thinking of this, Shao Rongqian ignored her, just ate slowly, and never touched the bowl of soup again.

Qiao Mengyu sat at the side, observing Shao Rongqian's reaction, and sighed in his heart. Mr. Shao has never eaten any good food, so he must have looked down on her craftsmanship.

It's really hard to coax Boss Shao!

After dinner, Shao Rongqian went to work in the study. This time he had limited time to return to the port area, and he had to rush back to Beijing after finishing the process. The project there had just started, and many things were waiting for him to decide.

The light in the study room was bright, but not dazzling. Shao Rongqian was wearing satin pajamas, a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his tall nose, and a golden pen in his hand. He was concentrating on the documents on the table.

He had just finished reviewing one copy, when the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a little furry head stuck in: "Shao Rongqian, can I borrow a piece of clothing from you?"

Wronged Baba's voice, talking, and winking at him.

Shao Rongqian's train of thought was interrupted, and a look of impatience flashed across his eyes, but when he met the child's pitiful eyes, the words he wanted to get angry rolled in his throat, and he swallowed them back.

"What clothes do you want?" Shao Rongqian put down his pen, leaned back on the office chair, his voice was deep and hoarse, and the silver glasses frames were shining coldly.

Qiao Mengyu replied softly: "Just... a shirt..."

Without losing his voice, Shao Rongqian had already got up, striding past Qiao Mengyu as if annoyed that he was being disturbed.

She hurriedly chased after her until she reached the door of the bedroom. Out of politeness, she just poked her head and waited at the door. There was an antique screen not far from the door of the bedroom, which completely blocked her view.

Xin said, what will Mr. Shao's room look like?

Wait until he is not at home tomorrow, and then visit secretly.

Just as she was thinking, something suddenly covered her head, followed by the sound of steady and powerful footsteps. She pulled the thing off her head with both hands, only to find that it was a white shirt.

It's the smell of ambergris, faint and distant, exactly the same as that on Shao Rongqian.

Mr. Shao went into the study again, while Qiao Mengyu went back to the guest bedroom to take a shower. She went out with nothing but a laptop and wallet, not even a mobile phone, saving Qiao's second son trouble.

Shao Rongqian sat back on the office chair again, pinched the golden pen with his slender fingers, and focused his eyes on the documents on the table again.

More than [-] documents will be reviewed tonight, and then a video conference will be held to indicate the problematic areas.

After finishing all this, it is estimated that it will be the middle of the night again.

Just after reviewing several documents, there was another 'click' sound at the door. The kid was holding something in his hand, so he stood at the door and asked him cautiously: "Shao Rongqian, can I go in?"

Being interrupted again, Shao Rongqian's face showed obvious impatience, the golden pen was thrown on the desk with a 'snap', and he looked towards the door with slightly angry eyes.

The little girl was standing obediently, her hair seemed to have just been washed, dried and draped over her shoulders, curly and a little yellowish, on her body was his white shirt, which was loosely worn on her body, and the hem of the clothes reached her knees up a little bit of location.

This kind of attire set off her charming and ecstatic temperament to the extreme, making one's breath tight just looking at it.

Shao Rongqian subconsciously moved his throat slightly, and his voice became hoarse: "What's the matter?"

"I squeezed soy milk for you." The soft voice, like QQ candy, hit Shao Rongqian's heart.

"Come in." Shao Rongqian's voice was hoarse, and he was already sitting on the large and soft office chair, his eyes fixed on the child's face with unclear meaning.

She wore a pair of pink sheepskin soft-soled slippers, and her two calves stretched straight and white under the shirt. The scenery on them was faintly visible, as if she was deliberately seducing him.

"I let it cool down a bit, and it's warm, so it's just right to drink." Qiao Mengyu pretended to be a good wife and mother.

It's just that she didn't speak, her arms were suddenly bound by big hands, her body lost her center of gravity, and she fell into the warm embrace unexpectedly.

(End of this chapter)