Mr. Bo's meeting

Chapter 15
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Qinqin got up and tidied up the things in the ward calmly, as if what happened just now had never happened.

Seeing that she was in a better mood after a lot of effort, Niu Feng naturally wouldn't provoke such a thing again.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Qinqin went through the discharge procedures and was discharged with Niu Feng.

Before he was discharged from the hospital, the hospital explained that Niu Feng's face could not be infected, so naturally he couldn't enter the laboratory.

Fortunately, Lin Zhiyou couldn't enter either, so Niu Feng didn't worry about what she would do to Feng Qinqin when he was away.

It's almost Chinese New Year, and it's time for Niu Feng to go home if he doesn't practice.

Before going home, he could not ask about other things, but he had to ask about Bo Zhongye's matter.

"Are you really living with Bo Zhongye now?"

He and Feng Qinqin have been friends for more than ten years, and the friendship between the two is real. He doesn't just want Feng Qinqin to be played with, especially someone with status like Bo Zhongye.

Now that the relationship between the two is not bright, does he still expect that Bo Zhongye and Feng Qinqin will be responsible for Feng Qinqin after they break up?
Who can fit such a person in his heart?
Feng Qinqin nodded with a smile, she knew what Niu Feng was worried about, but she had no choice, like Feng Wenjun, if she didn't follow Bo Zhongye, she might be sent to someone's bed again one day, instead of that, she It's better to choose by yourself, at least Bo Zhongye can protect her.

"Don't worry, I'm surprised he didn't do anything to me."

Hearing what Feng Qinqin said, Niu Feng was even more surprised. A man and a woman were lying on the bed, just hugging each other and doing nothing?

Feng Qinqin is not saying that she is not beautiful, on the contrary, she is very fresh and refined.

Then what was Bo Zhongye doing?

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Feng Qinqin originally meant that since Niu Feng was not going to practice anymore, he should go home. It was the end of the year, and the family would definitely need him.

After sending Niu Feng to the dormitory of the internship company, Feng Qinqin returned to Taoyuan Garden.

Open the door and walk in, Wang Ma is already cooking, she walked over to see if there is any need for help, but Wang Ma saw her as if seeing a light, her eyes lit up.

"Miss Feng, are you free now?"

Feng Qinqin blinked, not knowing why.

Wang Ma also realized that she was a little too excited. There was nothing she could do. Her young master actually asked to drink the fish soup made by Feng Qinqin. This was the first time. She had never seen what kind of food the young master was fond of Interested.

Wang Ma locked her eyes on the face of the girl in front of her. It has to be said that this is a beautiful face, at least purer and cleaner than the ones she has seen before, and now she can cook. Master tailor-made it!

"Wang Ma, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing that she kept silent, Feng Qinqin could only ask herself. Anyway, she is fine now.

However, Feng Qinqin never thought that Wang Ma asked her to cook soup for Bo Zhongye.

"He wants to drink fish soup?!"

Just drink it, why do you have to ask her to do it?

"Miss Feng, our young master has drunk the fish soup you made."

As she spoke, she winked at Feng Qinqin.

Why did Feng Qinqin feel so ambiguous about that look?
Feng Qinqin: "..."

It was only then that she remembered that the day before yesterday she had left the rest of the soup she made for Niu feng.

He drank it?
It tastes good, so you want her to do it?

If this is the case, Feng Qinqin thinks it is very possible, after all, she dare not say anything else, the fish soup is very good.

"Okay, Wang Ma, let me do it. What else do you young masters like to eat? Let me see if I can."

As soon as Wang Ma heard her words, she knew that this girl could do anything.

She unreservedly told Feng Qinqin what the young master liked, and finally Feng Qinqin decided to make fried pork with mushrooms, spicy shrimp, and fish soup tonight, and it would be very rich.

As soon as Bo Zhongye pushed open the door, the smell of delicious food penetrated into the tip of his nose one after another.

He walked in and vaguely heard voices inside.

"Oh, the young master must be happy to eat such delicious shiitake mushrooms and shrimps when he comes back."

Wang Ma's voice.

Bo Zhongye took a closer look, and saw that Feng Qinqin was wearing an apron around his heavy down jacket, and was busy in the kitchen, and his movements were quite similar.

It seemed that Wang Ma had already told her that when he walked over, the two people in front were so focused that they didn't notice him.

"What does this do?"

Hearing the voice behind her, Feng Qinqin was startled, turned around and saw that it was him, and secretly complained, not so scary.

Seeing that the Eldest Young Master had returned, Wang Ma hurriedly said.

"Master, the dinner that Miss Feng specially prepared for you is all your favorite."

Feng Qinqin: "..."

Why does she feel that this sentence is not right? She deliberately said that it is his favorite food. If she thinks about it too much, she will think that she is trying to curry favor with him?
Looking at the cooked food, Bo Zhongye raised his pretty eyebrows.

She did all these?
He also specifically asked Wang Ma about his preferences. Could it be that this girl fell in love with him? Thinking about it, it's possible. He is both excellent and rich. Which girl doesn't like him, but thinking that she will like him, Bo Zhongye still likes him. It feels good, I don't feel troubled at all.

Feng Qinqin touched his face embarrassingly, not knowing what to say, as if nothing was right.

"Well, it looks good."

Bo Zhongye commented pertinently, the color and aroma are complete, and when he put a shrimp in his mouth, he realized that the taste is also complete.

That night, he ate a lot, and after he finished eating, he ordered Mama Wang to clean up the dishes, and took Feng Qinqin to the yard without saying a word. It was called a walk.

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, babies!Today everyone can enjoy the shared moon, however, it is raining here.

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