good night warlord

It's so hard to coax.

The little girl felt a little dissatisfied, but she did something wrong:

"Okay then, good night, husband."

As the little girl spoke, she raised her head and kissed the man's chin.

The man's voice became hoarse:

"……Good night."

The next day, when Yan woke up during the war, the little woman was no longer around him.

The man changed his clothes, took a tie and went downstairs. On the stairs, he heard the little girl's anxious voice:

"Aunt Zhou, did I add salt to this porridge? Why doesn't it taste as good as yours?"

"Aunt Zhou, is it time for the steamed buns? They won't be steamed for too long, right?"

"Aunt Zhou..."

When the little girl turned around, she almost bumped into the man's parapet. Gu Qingyi was wearing heat-insulating gloves, and was holding a wooden spoon for mixing porridge in her hand. On the tip of her nose, there was a white mark of flour dotted on her forehead and neck. It looks like a little cat that got into the flour sack and escaped in a hurry.

During the war, Yan glanced at the entire kitchen. The kitchen utensils and the floor were covered with flour, and the condiments were lying crookedly. Aunt Zhou was cleaning up.

The little girl asked in surprise, "Why do you get up so early?"

The man took the wooden spoon from her hand and put it down: "I always get up so early."

It's just that sometimes when she wakes up, she can't bear to hug her, and she has to be responsible for telling her, this little lazy pig, to get up and go to Han University before getting up with her.

Gu Qingyi was a little flustered, and became even more flustered:
"Go to the restaurant, breakfast will be ready soon."

Aunt Zhou hurriedly said, "Young Mistress, leave this to me."

Gu Qingyi is not good at these things, and originally wanted to cook breakfast for him, but it seems that this method is really not suitable for her.

"OK then."

After the matter was handed over to Aunt Zhou, Gu Qingyi saw with her own eyes that Aunt Zhou tidied up the kitchen in an orderly manner, and she also poured out the porridge, served the steamed buns on the table, fried dough sticks, wheat cakes, Bread, one by one, was delivered to her and Zhan Shiyan.

Seeing Yan's slightly frowned eyebrows after taking a sip of porridge during the war, Gu Qingyi also took a sip, it was really salty.

When seasoning, she was shaken by the heat in the porridge, and there was too much salt.

The man raised his hand to remove the bowl in front of her: "Don't force yourself to do things you are not good at in the future."

Gu Qingyi heard him tell Aunt Zhou again:
"Serve the young grandma stewed milk with papaya."

Aunt Zhou brought it up quickly.

Gu Qingyi was stirring the papaya milk in the bowl dully. She didn't sleep well all night and wanted to cook breakfast for him by herself. In the end, she fell into something she wasn't good at, so don't force yourself.

Others would finish the food as long as it was made by someone they liked, no matter how bad it was, but she put the only porridge she made by herself and took a sip.

It's because it's too salty, it must be.

Seeing that during the war, Yan didn't seem to have any appetite for these breakfasts, but simply used some, avoiding all the food she had handled, the little girl felt a little depressed.

Seeing the tie on the chair, Gu Qingyi's eyes lit up:
"Honey, let me tie your tie for you."

In the past, she also saw Mommy helping Dad tie a tie, and the moment of brows and eyes filled with each other's happiness was one of the few memories she had of her mother.

Every time Mommy helps Dad tie his tie, she hugs Mommy and kisses her before getting in the car.

When the little girl was holding her tie, she wondered if Zhan Shiyan would be like her father?

will it?
During the war, Yan let out a hum from the bottom of his throat, and stood in front of the little girl. The tall and tall girl stood on tiptoe to surround her with the tie.

Turn around to the left... No, turn to the right... No, no, this is so ugly.

When Gu Qingyi noticed that the man was staring at her with heavy eyes, she felt even more guilty.

She has never tied a tie for anyone, can it be tied into a bow?

During the war, Yan took the crumpled tie she made, and said in a low voice, "You can learn from Uncle Fu."

Gu Qingyi opened her small mouth, she didn't know what to say, but she knew that she was so unhappy.

"Honey, do you think I don't know anything?"

She stood in front of him, looking down at his long legs, she couldn't cook, couldn't tie a tie, she could only eat, drink and have fun.

When Yan saw her sullen and unhappy appearance during the war, a dark light flashed in his eyes

"It's okay, I don't mind."

The little girl bit her lips when she heard what he said. Sure enough, in his heart, she knew nothing.

The man raised his hand and touched her head:

"Okay, I'm off to work."

Gu Qingyi hurriedly grabbed his hand: "I want to go with you."

"Ok?"

"I'm on summer vacation, I want to go to the company to accompany you."

By the way, look for opportunities to make him happy instead of angry.

"it is good."

Hearing that he didn't refuse her to go to the company together, Gu Qingyi felt a little better at the loss in her heart.

……

In the office of the president of HX Group, Gu Qingyi stayed in Yan's office during the war in order to avoid unnecessary things.

Although he was lying on the sofa reading a book, his mind was not on the book in his hand at all.

He was really busy. Since he entered the office, he was so busy that he only asked Gao Sen to serve him a cup of coffee.

He didn't even give her a look.

Still angry?
The little girl thought for a while, then ran outside and asked Gao Sen for a stack of A4 papers and stacked a thousand paper cranes.

But because of her unfamiliar skills, she failed to stack two pieces of paper, so the little girl had to give up the complicated paper crane and change it to a paper airplane.

With a whistling sound, the white paper plane drew a curved arc in the air, and then wobbled and landed behind the man's desk.

Overhead.

The little girl continued her efforts, and soon, paper airplanes were flying all over the sky in the huge office, landing everywhere.

Finally, one fell into the man's hand.

The man's attention finally shifted away from the computer, landed on the paper airplane, and then looked up.

Gu Qingyi's small head resting on the sofa shrank guiltily, her heart beating wildly.

After waiting for a minute, the little girl looked towards the office again, and found that the paper airplane she had carefully crafted was put aside by the man and placed with the photo frame on the table.

During the war, Yan's full attention was on work again.

what?

Just as Gu Qingyi was about to speak, Gao Sen walked in from the door, and the little girl could only do it again.

When Gao Sen raised his leg to enter the door, he immediately noticed a sharp knife shot at his foot. He subconsciously looked at the ground, why was there a paper airplane under his steps?
When he raised his eyes, he was taken aback again, wait, why are there so many paper airplanes in the president's office?

Gao Sen immediately remembered that these paper airplanes were made of A4 paper, so it should be played by the wife of the president.

No wonder the president gave such a scary look just now, it's because he almost stepped on these paper airplanes.

Then wait for the president to order to clean it before throwing it away.

Gao Sen carefully bypassed the paper airplanes flying all over the ground, and arrived at the desk. Thinking of what he was going to report, Gao Sen subconsciously glanced at the sofa in the rest area, and then said carefully:

"President, President Li called just now. Today is Miss Li's birthday. I invite you to attend Miss Li's birthday party."