Sick husband is too mysterious

He Yutong didn't have men's slippers at home. Qiao Siyu took a pair of women's slippers and put them on the ground, "make do with it."

"OK..."

Jin Zichen took off his leather shoes and changed into slippers, but his feet were 41 yards, and the slippers were only 37 yards, so that the pair of women's slippers hung on his feet like on his toes, and most of his heels were on the ground.

"Puff..."

Qiao Siyu couldn't help laughing and smiled, which made Jin Zichen's handsome face slightly red, "isn't it funny?"

"OK, come in and sit down."

Qiao Siyu went in first. Jin Zichen followed her in a pair of pink slippers, but her heart softened for her smile.

He looked up at he Yutong's room. He Yutong went to work every day and had no time to clean up. He and Qiao Siyu had been here once before. He would never forget that scene. It was like a pig's nest. Later, Qiao Siyu would come to help he Yutong clean up as soon as he had time. Now Qiao Siyu has lived here for a week. His home is clean and tidy, and it also emits wisps of fragrance and home flavor.

Sure enough, he would feel at ease only where she was.

There were not many dishes on the table. There were only three simple dishes and one soup, but it aroused Jin Zichen's appetite.

Qiao Siyu filled Jin Zichen with a bowl of rice and half a bowl of rice by herself. Just when she was ready to start, she received a call from he Yutong. She said that she temporarily worked overtime and went back late and asked Qiao Siyu not to wait for her. Qiao Siyu nodded and agreed. Seeing that she was worried, she didn't tell he Yutong about Jin Zichen coming to her.

Seeing Qiao Siyu hang up the phone, Jin Zichen asked faintly, "he Yutong's phone?"

"Well, she works overtime tonight and comes back later..."

"Well..."

Without extra words, they fell into a dead silence, only the sound of the collision between chopsticks and plates.

Qiao Siyu didn't know what to say, but Jin Zichen had something to say, but the atmosphere was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to destroy it.

After dinner, Jin Zichen wanted to help Qiao Siyu clean up, but she stopped him. "Just put it away and I'll come."

Seeing that Qiao Siyu was neither hot nor cold to himself, Jin Zichen felt like a needle. He grabbed Qiao Siyu's hand to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, took her to sit in the chair, and squatted in front of her, "Sorry Xiaoyu, I shouldn't force you. If you want to go to work in Shunchang, go. I won't object any more, but please don't ignore me. I can't sleep and eat well in a week when you're away. I want to call you and I can't save face... I'm wrong. Would you please give me another chance?"

Qiao Siyu was slightly surprised. Although she had decided to continue working in Shunchang anyway, she didn't expect Jin Zichen, who had been opposed fiercely, to suddenly agree.

Seeing Qiao Siyu's mind, Jin Zichen's dark eyes flashed slightly and said seriously: "in the past, I ignored your real ideas and always wanted you to follow the road I threw for you, so there will be all kinds of contradictions and frictions between us. Now I think it through. As long as you are happy, I won't object to what you do."

Qiao Siyu didn't know whether his resistance had an effect. In short, it was quite easy for Jin Zichen to lower her head and apologize. Moreover, she didn't think about how stiff things were, so she smiled and nodded, "thank you..."

Seeing Qiao Siyu smile, Jin Zichen hugged her in his arms, "Xiaoyu, shall we stop quarreling in the future? The world is so big that it's not easy for us to meet and become husband and wife. I know I've done a lot of wrong things that make you sad. Your adult has forgiven me a lot and will you go home with me?"

Qiao Siyu frowned slightly and went back to Jin's house? To tell the truth, she really didn't want to go back.

Just as Qiao Siyu wanted to speak, the phone in Jin Zichen's pocket rang. He took it out and saw that it was Wang Xiangling calling. He frowned and didn't want to answer, but he heard Qiao Siyu's faint voice, "take it. What if there's something important?"

Jin Zichen tangled for a while and still connected the phone.

"Zichen, where have you been? How did you answer the phone?"

"Mom, tell me what you want."

"The little preserved egg fell down from the second floor and cried very hard. We didn't dare to move easily. He called the doctor, but he has been crying for you. Come back quickly!"

"What? OK, OK, don't worry. I'll be there in a minute."

After hanging up the phone, Jin Zichen remembered Qiao Siyu around him, so he looked at her awkwardly, "Xiao Yu, the little preserved egg accidentally fell down from the second floor, as if it was badly hurt, I......"

Jin Zichen was interrupted by Qiao Siyu before he finished saying, "well, it doesn't matter. Go back quickly!"

Listening to Qiao Si's words, he didn't mean to go back with him. Jin Zichen also knew that forcing her now was no good for them, so he nodded angrily, "I'll come back to you tomorrow."

Watching Jin Zichen leave anxiously, Qiao Siyu's heart is numb. This is not the first time he left her because of the little preserved egg. It's just that Qiao Siyu vaguely feels something strange about the little preserved egg rolling down from the second floor.

The little pimp has just learned to climb and has not learned to walk. Wang Xiangling is so painful that the little pimp can't let him go to dangerous places? Did Chu Keke deliberately want Jin Zichen to go back and push the small preserved egg down from the second floor?

It's not that Josie's language is vicious. It's that Chu Keke could throw a small preserved egg on the ground last time in order to frame her, so she doubts

I just hope I think more. After all, the little preserved egg is the baby born by Chu Keke in October. She can't be so cruel!

At this time, the Jin family had already become a pot of porridge. The little preserved egg was carefully held to the bed by the doctor and had a comprehensive examination. Fortunately, Wang Xiangling was afraid that the little preserved egg was cold at night. She put on more thick clothes for him. After rolling down from the second floor, there was also a carpet. There was no big problem except soft bone contusion and swelling on her face.

Everyone in the Jin family was relieved, but Chu Keke knelt by the little preserved egg bed and cried with tears. "It's all my fault that I didn't take good care of him, otherwise he wouldn't roll down from the second floor."

After Wang Xiangling handed the little preserved egg to Chu Keke, she went to the bathroom. Unexpectedly, as soon as she came out, she heard the little preserved egg crying. Chu Keke said that she called Jin Zichen to ask him when he would go home. A little preserved egg rolled down the stairs without paying attention.

Although some blame Chu cocoa, it's not easy to see Chu cocoa, so I can't bear to blame her again. After all, children are the heart of my mother. How can Chu cocoa not be sad to see that the little preserved egg is injured.

"Well, well, my grandson Fu has a great life. It's all right. We can't be careless in the future."

Chu cocoa blamed herself, nodded, and looked at Jin Zichen with tearful eyes, "Zichen, I'm sorry..."

This sound of Zichen attracted Wang Xiangling's attention to Jin Zichen, "Zichen, why didn't you come back with cocoa after work? Where have you been?"

Jin Zichen breathed a sigh of relief. Listening to Wang Xiangling's question, he thought how cold his voice would be when he left Qiao Siyu again. "Do I have no private time now? Do I have to report to you wherever I go?"

"Zichen, mom doesn't mean that..."

"I'm very tired. I'm going back to my room now." after that, Jin Zichen didn't look at Qiao Siyu and Wang Xiangling, but took a deep look at the sleeping little egg and turned away from the baby room.

Chu cocoa looked at the back of Jin Zichen leaving, and the corners of her mouth hooked, which led to a cold radian.

……

Qiao Siyu was about to go to bed when he received a call from Jin Zichen.

"Xiao Yu, did you sleep?"

"Just got into bed. How's the little preserved egg?"

"Cartilage contusion, not very serious."

"Oh, that's good..."

"Shall I pick you up tomorrow?"

Listening to Jin Zichen's mention of going home again, Qiao Siyu had a headache. In fact, she knew that it was not the way to stay at he Yutong's house all the time. It was sooner or later to go back, but she didn't want to face the family. In addition to tangle, she said faintly: "my holiday has passed. It's time to go to work tomorrow. Let's talk after work."

"OK, I'll call you then."

"Well..."

Hang up the phone and Josie sighed heavily. God, what should she do?

He Yutong didn't come back all night. Qiao Siyu got up the next day and made breakfast by herself. After eating, she went to Shunchang group. When she came downstairs of Shunchang building, she was suddenly a little timid. A week ago, everyone wrote a joint letter to ask Li mochuan to dismiss her, but now she not only didn't leave, but also came back.

This time, what will wait for her? Everyone's ridicule? roll one's eyes? Or a cold insult?

"What are you doing here? Waiting for gold to fall from the sky?"

Just as Qiao Siyu was thinking, he suddenly remembered a familiar low voice in his ear and turned his head subconsciously. In front of him was Li mochuan, who had not seen for a week and was wearing a black suit. He seemed to have changed his hairstyle. His meticulous hair was cut short and clean, highlighting his vigorous and strong facial features, It looks a little less serious and a little more handsome and cool.

Being stared at by Qiao Siyu, Li mochuan coughed uneasily, "what's your comment on my hairstyle?"

Qiao Siyu realized that he had been staring at Li mochuan for too long, and his face turned crimson, "a lot younger..."

Li mochuan frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the answer, "was I old before?"

Thirty one, aren't you old?

Of course, Qiao Siyu naturally didn't dare to say these words to annoy him. "Not old, but President Li is a little older than people of our age." after that, seeing Li mochuan's face more ugly, Qiao Siyu wanted to take a tape and stick it to his mouth.

I thought Li mochuan would be angry, but unexpectedly, he smiled and stretched out his hand, "Secretary Qiao, welcome back."

Looking at his slender hand, Qiao Siyu trembled slightly in his heart and put his hand up, "thank you, President Li..."