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Chapter 218 Can This Be A Kiss?
Before Qi Yue went on a business trip last week, he had already arranged the company's plans for the next seven days in advance.
I spent three days in a foreign country without sleep, and it took me a day to come back.
He now has three days of free time at his disposal.
Laughing dead, let him go back to work at this time?
Can't get up a little.
So, when Jiang Qiyu was busy talking about going out in the morning, he deliberately washed dishes in the kitchen and did foreign work.
Waiting for the sound of "Qi Yue, I'm going to the company first! Remember to lock the door before you leave" and the sound of closing the door.
He came out of the kitchen cautiously (crossed out).
Turned around in the small living room, then turned to the balcony, like a large shepherd dog that had just been adopted by the owner.
Touring around leisurely and somewhat proudly.
It seems to be familiar with the new environment, and it seems to be digesting this hard-won new identity.
After wandering around the room eight times without thinking, Qi Yue finally stopped, took out his mobile phone and called Zhao Jin back.
The person on the other side seemed to be on guard all the time, and the waiting call only rang for a moment before being picked up.
The next moment, Zhao Jin's uneasy and gossipy voice came from the opposite side:
"Master, Mr. Qi! Are you in good health?!"
Zhao Jin deliberately stayed downstairs for half an hour yesterday, and after making sure that the young master would not come down again, she left Building 2 with a feeling of apprehension.
But the impression of the little white flower in my mind can't be lingered no matter what.
That night, he dreamed that the young master was tied up by his wife like this, and then this and that...
The scene was so miserable that the housekeeper couldn't bear it.
"..."
Naturally, Qi Yu didn't know that Zhao Jin was able to match Jiang Qiyu's brainwaves across eighteen bends.
He just explained something lightly, and then pulled his shirt that had been wrinkled into a rag, and asked him to buy some clothes.
But when he heard this on the other side, he suddenly reacted greatly:
"How many... How many pieces?!"
Zhao Jin's hand holding the phone trembled a little.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of fear, worrying about the old mother's sense of panic when she suddenly heard her well-behaved daughter tell him that she wanted to be independent, but in fact she was going to live with the yellow-haired will-o'-the-wisp.
He didn't care about other things, holding his mobile phone and persuading him emotionally:
"Master! You just handed yourself over so casually?!"
"..."
Qi Yu's originally stretched eyebrows frowned suddenly, his knuckles holding the phone tightened, and his tone became cold:
"I remember that there seems to be a shortage of expatriates in Africa—"
This time, before he finished his threatening words, he heard a professional and stylized answer from the opposite side:
"Okay Mr. Qi, I will deliver it to you within 10 minutes. Is there anything else I need?"
Qi Yu was too lazy to argue with him, looked up at the location of the kitchen, and added:
"Buy some food and bring it here."
"Ok."
"There are also kitchen utensils and condiments."
"......OK."
"never mind,"
Qi Yu thought about the empty kitchen, and waved his hand directly:
"Look at what I have in my kitchen, and take all of them as they are."
"Young master..." Zhao Jin pinched her thigh before swallowing the words Young master think twice, and nodded with tears in her eyes:
"Okay, Mr. Qi."
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In this way, during the few hours when Jiang Qiyu went out, Qi Yu not only filled her kitchen and refrigerator, but even...
"You did all of this?"
Looking at the delicious dishes on the table, Jiang Qiyu raised her eyebrows in surprise:
"You kid, you want to grab my stomach, don't you?"
Naturally, Qi Yu didn't miss the change in the expression on her face. Hearing this, he was noncommittal, and just pulled out the chair and sat down on his own:
"Do not misunderstand,"
As he spoke, he unhurriedly set the bowls and chopsticks for her, and his tone was more undisguisedly joyful:
"It's for my girlfriend."
"Oh, that's a pity."
Hearing this, Jiang Qiyu just shrugged her shoulders lightly, and skipped the dining table with an indifferent expression.
"..."
Qi Yu was not in a hurry about this at all, but quietly muttered in his heart with his eyes lowered:
one,
two,
three,
As the numbers fell, a voice sounded behind him:
"Haha! Xiao Fei mouth it!!!"
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I have to say that Qi Yue is really good at cooking.
Although it is not at the level of a top chef, the general Chinese and Western dishes can be cooked deliciously and beautifully.
The two of them had enough to eat and drink, and Jiang Qiyu volunteered to clean up the mess.
When everything was sorted out, she stood in the middle of the living room.
Looking at the roaring dog who said "I was born here and grew up here, I swear not to be separated from my homeland", I narrowed my eyes slightly:
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
Qi Yu held the TV remote control and pressed buttons randomly, while pretending not to understand: "Where are you going?"
"Go back to your own home."
"Jiang Qiyu," he looked up at her. The round-neck home clothes revealed a delicate collarbone, and the pupils of his eyes were black and white, which made people feel pleasing to the eye:
"My home is in S City."
"..."
At this moment, Jiang Qiyu seemed to see two fluffy dog ears on the head of the man who could hit him here and there with this punch.
There is also a line of subtitles floating on it: [You know, I left my mother since I was a child]
His face was blurred by the coquettishness of a large dog in a waking state.
Jiang Qiyu pouted, but still acquiesced to his behavior:
"Then I'm going back to the room to play games, don't bother—hey (↗)"
Before she could finish her sentence, she was dragged into her arms by that big dog that was aggressive in its size——
"..."
Looking down at the arm in front of her, Jiang Qiyu frowned, and knocked the chin of the man behind her with the back of her head:
"You kid wants to be a hooligan, don't you?"
"Shh-"
But Qi Yu hissed lightly, and simply put his chin against his hair, lowered his voice and said above her head:
"Look, there just happened to be a replay today."
"?"
As soon as Jiang Qiyu turned her head, she saw that she used the company's reimbursement to buy a huge screen TV in the shopping mall last time under the name of Qi Yu, a business recruiter.
It was the episode of "So Dare to Play, Are You Dead?" she recorded a few days ago? "
But at this time, it was a coincidence that the broadcast happened to be the part of the phone call.
Jian Zi was also booed by the crowd, and said in a stuttering voice:
"...Her name is Jiang Qiyu, and she is the one I want to marry!"
After a while of silence, a deep male voice came from the phone:
"Your name is Jian Ziyi, right?"
"..."
"You said you wanted to marry Jiang Qiyu?"
hiss--
The more Jiang Qiyu listened, the more she felt the voice was familiar. It wasn't until the chuckle above her head came again that she suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
He patted the man's lazily stretched arm in front of him, and said in a surprised tone:
"This can't be you?!"
"it's me,"
Qi Yu didn't want to pretend either, and nodded generously:
"I happened to be with Chi Guyuan at that time, and I happened to hear your name."
As soon as he heard his confession, Jiang Qiyu couldn't help but think of some abuse plots that dogs like to watch.
Thinking about it, I couldn't help giggling. While watching TV, Gu Xunjian was stuttering on the phone with a friend and said:
"Then did you hate to tear Jian Ziyi into pieces, then locked me up, pinched my waist and kissed me with red eyes, and said: 'Woman don't go, I will give you my life'?"
"...Jiang Qiyu,"
Qi Yue looked down speechlessly, and the hand around her waist tightened in revenge:
"Again, I'm rich, not sick."
After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and picked out a word "kiss" from the literature, and turned a sharp turn in his disgusted tone:
"But then again, if you want me to kiss you, just say so, I can barely cooperate with you."
"?"
Jiang Qiyu suppressed her smile instantly, and spit out a word neatly:
"roll."
"..."
Qi Yu frowned, and whispered on the top of her head:
"What's so embarrassing, it's not that I haven't kissed before..."
"Who kissed you?"
"you."
"I don't, don't talk nonsense."
"Then how do I remember kissing someone in the morning?"
With an undisguised smile in Qi Yu's voice, he raised his hand and turned his head in his arms to look down at her:
"Isn't it you?"
Jiang Qiyu didn't feel scared when her face was pinched, her mouth was burned in the incinerator for three days, and it was still hard when she came out:
"I just put my mouth in your mouth and push your tongue back with my tongue, does that count as a kiss?"
Seeing her stubborn donkey face with the sky falling, Qi Yue wanted to laugh, so he simply nodded along with her:
"Well, it doesn't count."
He lowered his head and lightly pecked her smooth forehead, smiling freely:
"It counts as your legitimate defense."