Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 8 The business boss is very clingy (8)

Qin Zhao went to the bathroom to wash up, and when he came out, He You was wandering around in his pajamas.

She didn't eat dinner last night, so she woke up today feeling hungry with her chest sticking to her back.

He rummaged in the kitchen again, and there was not even a cucumber in such a huge kitchen. She sat on the sofa in the living room, feeling very resentful.

Qin Zhao had already tidied up and was about to go out. He had exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and a dignified demeanor. He didn't have the money-like aura of a businessman. Instead, he looked cold like a fairy who was not out of the world.

He also felt that this might really be a fairy, the kind who would not eat the fireworks of the world.

"Don't you even eat?"

Qin Zhao paused for straightening his cuffs, and he raised his eyes to look at He You.

"hungry?"

He clutched his stomach again, frowning together.

"I'm starving to death!"

So he kept his duty and waited for his boss He Yun at the door.

After thinking wildly, not only did Qin Zhao not come, but also a task for him to buy breakfast.

When He Yun was carrying a bag of breakfast, he kept looking at the watch on his wrist, suspecting that he was dreaming.

Not only was Qin Zhao late for so long, but he was still in the mood for breakfast?

He knocked on the door out of breath and waited politely.

I heard the sound of kicking slippers coming from inside.

It was He who came to open the door again. She was only wearing a thin coat, her hair was tied into a ball, revealing a face with bright almond eyes.

She stretched out half of her body, took the breakfast from He Yun's hand, and quickly closed the door.

He Yun: "?"

what did i just see
……

He Yun prepared a variety of breakfasts, and He poured out the porridge deftly, and also served Qin Zhao a bowl.

She sat down quickly, holding a bun in her hand, and called Qin Zhao over.

"Let's eat together."

Qin Zhao, who had just picked up his coat, put down his coat again, and came to sit opposite He You.

He has stomach problems all the year round, and his appetite is very poor, especially in the morning.

The tempting breakfast on the table looked greasy to him.He didn't even think about moving his chopsticks.

He took another mouthful of steamed buns and porridge, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Qin Zhaoduan sitting upright, but he just didn't move his chopsticks, showing no intention of eating.

She picked up a crab roe bun for herself and asked him while eating.

"Can't eat?"

Qin Zhao didn't move his eyes.

"Ah."

The side dish was placed a little far away from He, she stretched out her arms to reach it, Qin Zhao got up and handed it to her.

Probably because the president is good-looking, and he treats her cheap wife very well, and it's rare for He to show some concern.

"Do you have stomach problems?"

Qin Zhao was slightly taken aback, and He You immediately knew that he had guessed right.

"how do you know?"

She raised her eyebrows a little proudly, her tone casual.

"Guess."

In fact, it was because when she was just a human being, she was very bitter when she was a child, and she developed a serious stomach problem after a long time.

But she is a person who will not wrong herself, and has learned a lot of lighter meals to take care of her appetite.

She hadn't felt the pain of stomach trouble for a long time, and now seeing Qin Zhao in such a state, it was rare for her to soften her heart.

He rummaged on the table again, and found a bowl of porridge, lotus leaf porridge from a large pile of food.

She pushed the porridge to Qin Zhao and raised her chin at him.

"Drink some porridge."

Qin Zhao avoided He You's gaze, and remained motionless, obviously not wanting to try.

He laughed again, and stuffed the spoon into his hand.

"Drink a little, this porridge is not greasy, you drink some to fill your stomach, or it will be more uncomfortable."

Qin Zhao held a spoon in his hand and stirred the bowl of porridge several times before finally taking a sip.

The warm porridge slid down his throat, and his stomach, which had been aching all night, finally felt better.

He watched him drink another spoonful of porridge, his brows were not as tight anymore.

She said jokingly, "I didn't lie to you, did I?"

(End of this chapter)