Mr.Qiao, love me, are you afraid?

When Qiao Yi comes down from upstairs again, Su Jinse has already brought breakfast to the table.

Green green vegetable porridge, green red and yellow mixed vegetables, fried beautiful and appetizing sun eggs, green flowers and green fields set up a table.

Qiao Yi picks his tongue and looks at it carefully.

"Can you cook?" First, the rhetorical question.

"Children in poor families can cook." She served him a bowl of porridge: "less salt, less oil, no MSG."

"Isn't that light?" He took a spoon and tasted it.

The taste of green vegetable porridge is refreshing, which Qiao Yi has never tasted.

Qiao Yi's time for lunch and dinner at home is not fixed, but breakfast must be at home.

So, his breakfast is a headache for kitchen chefs.

He can have porridge, but he can't have porridge every day.

He doesn't like noodles or flour, but he can eat fish with noodles occasionally, not every day.

He didn't like western breakfast either. He went to college abroad and said that he had had enough.

What does Qiao Yi eat in the morning? Every night when Su Jinse is having dinner, the chef hears them discussing.

He just slightly wrinkled brow stretch, and into the mouth to fill a mouthful.

It seems that the green vegetable porridge is still full of his taste.

"I'll try this dish. I'll make whatever's in the fridge." Su Jinse's voice was soft, even with a little flattering.

Qiao Yi's chopsticks are hanging in the air: "are you poisoned?"

Su Jinse immediately put a chopstick into his mouth and chewed it. It was crispy.

"You don't want to die with me, do you?" That's right, but his chopsticks stick into the plate.

It seems that the mixed vegetables can also enter Qiao Yi's mouth. He can't stop after a taste.

Assistant Ding calls. Qiao Yi presses hands-free while having breakfast.

"Mr. Qiao, the chairman of Kaifa group will arrive in half an hour. I'll pick you up at your home."

"Change the time." Qiao Yi said.

"Well? I'll pick you up later? " Assistant Ding didn't understand him.

"I mean." "All the appointments are cancelled today," said Qiao Yi

"Why Assistant Ding stutters and doesn't work on weekdays, which has never happened since Qiao Yi took over Qiao.

"When you hang, you have to catch your breath?"

"Mr. Qiao, the chairman of Kaifa group will go abroad tomorrow and come back in two months."

Qiao Yi's brow tightened: "lunch meeting at 12 noon."

"Oh, I'll make an appointment." Before assistant Ding hung up, he said, "Mr. Qiao, you didn't go home last night, did you?"

"Ding Fugui, your head has been around your neck too long?" Qiao Yi's cold hum and smile came from the microphone.

Assistant Ding hung up in a hurry.

It turns out that he has such an important thing in the morning. Why did he come here last night?

Listen to his left a wild man, right a wild man, he should not deliberately come to catch the traitor?

Qiao Yi finished a bowl of porridge and looked up. Su Jinse was looking at him for a moment.

Her eyes, which had been foggy since the night before, did not know what was in them.

"I really want to dig it out." He spoke coldly.

Su Jinse said, "what are you digging for?"

"Dig your eyes and see what's inside?"

"Why do you want to dig my eyes when you drink a bowl of porridge?" Sometimes Su Jinse really didn't know what he was thinking: "do you hate me so much?"

"Of course." Qiao Yi pushed the empty bowl to her: "another bowl."

Su Jinse took it over, and her fingers trembled.

She asked more. Does Qiao Yi hate her? Who hates her?

He should.

Qiao Yi, who wants to dig people's eyes, has a good appetite. He ate two small bowls of green vegetable porridge, fried eggs and mixed vegetables.

Su Jinse was surprised that she was so good at cooking. Her cooking skills were very common, and she could control her home cooking, but she couldn't be elegant.

Naturally, it's not the same level as Qiao's chef. Su Jinse is not sure whether he is in a good mood or not.

After breakfast, she goes to wash dishes. As soon as she is ready to put them in the sink, Qiao Yi suddenly says, "can't you see the dishwasher?"

She saw it, but she couldn't use it.

"Just a few bowls," she said

"In case you wash your hands rough." He quickly came over and caught Su Jinse's slender white hand. He lightly rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand and looked up at her eyes with a smile: "how can I still use you as a gun?"