Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 74

Obviously they had signed a contract, and he wanted a child. If that was the case, why did he act like that in the end, just because he felt that he was a commercial spy and came to him for other purposes?
The corners of Hong Jiaqi's lips curled into a twitch of bitterness. What on earth was she not doing well enough to provoke him into such suspicions.

But it doesn't matter now, the child is gone, and nothing is left.

Wiping away the teardrops that slid down the corners of her eyes, Hong Jiaqi told herself not to cry, no matter what happened in the past, it was already in the past, and the most important thing for her now is to look forward.

She still has a long life, and she will find her own happiness.

Standing up, Hong Jiaqi was about to go to the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles for herself. Although the road from the hotel to the apartment was not very far, she walked for two or three hours, saying that she was not hungry was a lie.

Reaching out to open the refrigerator, she was somewhat surprised when she saw the note pasted on the door: it was warmed in the microwave, and I knew you left it on purpose when you got off work early.

Leng Huang.

Hong Jiaqi was a little moved and opened the door of the microwave oven. Sure enough, she saw milk and steamed stuffed buns inside. She carefully took them out and brought them to the dining table to eat.

She always thought that Leng Huang was a very cold and heartless person, but she didn't expect her thoughts to be so delicate. At this moment, she felt that she was not so unlucky to have someone who cared about her so much.

After drinking milk and turning on the TV, Hong Jiaqi became sleepy after watching it for a while, and fell asleep on the sofa. In her dream, she seemed to see her father, who touched her little head and smiled at him very kindly. Her grandma He called out childishly, "Daddy, Daddy"

"Jiaqi, you must grow up happily in the future, and don't let Dad worry about it."

"dad……"

Hong Jiaqi tried hard to grab her father's hand, but when she caught it, she found that her palm was empty, and her father's face, which had never been blurred, was blown away by the wind.

"Father" Hong Jiaqi woke up with a start. It was already evening, the orange sunlight shone through the glass windows, and the room was a little deserted.

Wiping off the sweat from her forehead, Hong Jiaqi arranged the sofa cushion she was holding in her arms, and was about to go downstairs to buy some vegetables and come back to cook.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Hong Jiaqi brought the prepared three dishes and one soup to the table, just in time to see the door opened, Leng Huang came back with a briefcase, couldn't help smiling, "You came back just in time."

Leng Huang was a little surprised when he saw the dishes on the table, "Why, the salary is paid, so rich?"

"Don't you eat if you don't get paid?" Hong Jiaqi glanced at him and set the table and chopsticks. "Today is a special day."

"Special?" Leng Huang said suspiciously and changed into slippers in the entrance, "Don't tell me it's your birthday, I didn't buy you a present."

"I resigned." Hong Jiaqi said lightly, as if she didn't care at all, "I'm relieved, you said it's special or not."

Leng Huang was taken aback when he heard the words, "You can see it, other people are crying when they are fired by the boss, and you still have the mood to cook."

"Come over and eat together. I haven't eaten less of your cooking these two days. I'm almost embarrassed. Let me treat you today."

Leng Huang rolled up his sleeves, "Okay, then I'll try your handicraft."

Hong Jiaqi gave him chopsticks, and said coquettishly, "Don't say it's not delicious."

Leng Huang's face immediately changed from sunny to cloudy, "I'd better not eat it." If it tastes bad, he didn't know what he would say. "I'm a very picky person."

Seeing that he was serious, Hong Jiaqi deliberately wanted to tease him, "Then don't eat it, lest you scold me." Taking the chopsticks in his hand, Hong Jiaqi ate it by herself, and didn't have lunch How much, I'm really hungry right now.

Seeing how anxious she was eating, Leng Huang got up and poured her a glass of water, "Don't choke."

As soon as the words came out, Hong Jiaqi made a "cough cough" sound, obviously choking, and Leng Huang quickly reached out to pat her on the back, "Look at you being so careless."

Hong Jiaqi hurriedly took the water from the table and drank it, only to feel better, "It's your crow's mouth, okay." Looking back, thinking that her relationship with Leng Huang is not that close, she felt a little embarrassed at the moment, "I'm quick, You don't mind."

Leng Huang shook his head, "Let's eat." Hong Jiaqi, who has no burdens like this, seems to be much cuter than at Pei's house. "This time I won't be crowed."

(End of this chapter)