Fast Travel: Playing like a baby in the arms of a paranoid boss

Chapter 1108 The Old Man's Spring 38
Qi Nanlian opened her lips slightly, letting Qiao Luoluo touch her.

After a kiss, Qi Nanlian carried him sideways to the bedroom upstairs. The lights were left on, and under the bright light, he took a closer look at Qiao Luoluo.

After a sleepless night, when she woke up the next day, all the bones in Qiao Luoluo's body were crackling.

She looked at the man lying beside her resentfully, Qi Nanlian was alive and well, and was not affected at all, so she kicked Qi Nanlian down dissatisfied: "Qi Nanlian, I'm hungry, I want Drink your porridge."

Even though Qi Nanlian was kicked down, he didn't feel flustered or nervous. He stood up very calmly, pinched Qiao Luoluo's cheek with his hand, and said yes without complaint.

Just like that, he went out to cook porridge for Qiao Luoluo. He only had time to put on a nightgown. The old butler stood worriedly at the door of the kitchen, with the cook beside him.

The cook told Qi Nanlian the steps and some things to pay attention to in the operation, while the old housekeeper was worried that Qi Nanlian's fingers would not touch the spring water, and he would hurt himself when cooking for the first time, so he inevitably looked nervous Some.

"You all go out, I'll be in the kitchen alone." Qi Nanlian sighed, looked at the cook and the old housekeeper, and drove everyone out.

The old butler still wanted to insist on a few words and asked Qi Nanlian to keep himself, when he heard Qi Nanlian say: "I am an adult male with normal hands and feet, I just entered the kitchen once, you don't have to make a fuss and look at me, you all go out I don’t want to repeat this sentence a third time.”

The old housekeeper had no choice but to stand out, but he still didn't dare to go too far.

After Qiao Luoluo finished her sleep and returned to the cage, Qi Nanlian brought up the cooked porridge, cooled it with a spoon, and brought it to her lips.

The man's expression was very cautious and full of anticipation. After all, this was his first time cooking, and he had never served others like this, even himself, he had never had such an experience: "Try it, if It doesn't taste good, so I'll go downstairs and bring you the porridge cooked by the cook."

Qi Nanlian, the proud son of heaven, would also use a nervous and apprehensive mood, looking forward to the evaluation she would give after drinking the porridge, and Qiao Luoluo's heart softened.

She opened her mouth to drink the porridge, tasted it carefully, and gave a very good evaluation.

Qi Nanlian was very happy, with a smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows: "If it tastes good, drink a few more sips, and I will cook it for you later."

Qiao Luoluo shook her head, she looked at Qi Nanlian softly: "I don't want Mr. Qi to cook."

"Still called Mr. Qi? You have done everything you should and shouldn't do, and you still treat me so strangely?" Qi Nanlian was wronged and unhappy.

Qiao Luoluo felt the pain coming from her earlobe, and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Qi Nanlian, I will never call you Mr. Qi again."

"It's late." Qi Nanlian confiscated the porridge that Qiao Luoluo was about to finish, and hugged her and fell on the bed. After a few strokes, their robes fell apart.

Qi Nanlian's eyes were burning, and she whispered in her ear: "I heard that exercising in the morning is good for your health, but I don't know if it's true or not, why don't we verify it, is it true or not?"

"I...don't..." Qiao Luoluo's refusal was completely ineffective, her hands and feet were all suppressed, and Qi Nanlian didn't give her a chance to choose.

(End of this chapter)