Douluo: Qin Shimingyue system

The middle-aged woman pulled the child, "What I said is the truth. What is an adult wearing a mask if he isn't a weirdo? Is it because he doesn't dare to see people with his face?"

"It's because of his face..."

Fang Songqi wanted to defend Zhu Qihong, but when the words came to her lips, she found that she couldn't say them out at all.

She knew that Zhu Qihong's face was a mask he put on after being disfigured, but this was a weakness. If it was put in front of the public...

Her momentary loss for words made the middle-aged woman holding the child even more unscrupulous.

"Huh, that's what it is. It's so loud. Don't scare my children."

After saying that, he hugged the child and walked away.

When they came out of the supermarket, both of them could see that they were a little unhappy.

Fang Songqi said comfortingly: "Don't listen to them, I think you are the best person."

Zhu Qihong did not answer.

When she returned to the hotel, Fang Songqi was searching on her mobile phone how to stew pork ribs soup, and said casually: "I remember that you like to eat Mapo tofu. I bought the ingredients package and will make it for you later..."

"I'm still a little busy at work, so you go first," Zhu Qihong got off the elevator and said directly, "I'll go back to the room to handle some work first. If you don't know how to do it, ask Xiao Deng to help you."

Fang Songqi nodded, "Okay."

She stood at the door, watching the man enter the room first and close the door.

Fang Songqi actually has a strong personality and is very independent, but when faced with the sudden loss of her man, she still felt a little sad.

Zhu Qihong entered the suite, closed the door, and locked it.

He stood in the darkness for a few seconds, touching the switch next to the door and turning on the light.

The orange light at the entrance shines on the ground, casting shadows on the wall.

He slammed the decorations on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall and threw them to the ground.

Ping Pong Pong.

Those seemingly exquisite and valuable decorations fell to the ground in an instant and fell into pieces.

As far as the eye could see, he was slamming things hard, and the tiny ping-pong-pong sounds made his tense nerves relax for a moment.

He stepped on the debris on the ground to the bathroom, raised his hand and pulled off the silver mask on his face, revealing a handsome face.

Looking up, he saw a pair of eyes in the mirror shining with a sinister light.

He could have lived in the sunshine without having to bear the words of "weird" from others, but now in front of Fang Songqi, she had to accept this identity, cover up her original face, and become another person.

He closed his eyes deeply.

This matter will come to an end sooner or later, but not now.

He took two steps back, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette.

The cell phone rang suddenly. He turned his head and glanced at the cell phone placed on the washstand. Holding a cigarette, he answered the call.

"Boss, the goods have arrived."

Zhu Qihong took a puff of cigarette and said, "Okay, bring it over."

He paused and said, "Let's find a cleaner who is quick and agile."

In such a five-star suite, the sound insulation effect is very good, so no matter what noise is made inside, even in Fang Songqi's suite, which is separated by a wall, nothing can be heard at all.

She sat at the dining table by the door for a while, thinking a lot about Zhu Qihong.

How seriously was his face injured?

She and he have been in love for several months, but she has not seen his face yet.

Since it was true love, she felt that no matter how injured his face was, she could accept it.

Just like Ran Ran said, lovers, or husbands and wives, should be honest.

You should find an opportunity to have a good talk with Zhu Qihong.

Thinking of this, Fang Songqi suddenly came back to her senses and started tinkering with cooking.

Her cooking skills are not one-tenth of Xia Ranran's. Now she has downloaded a kitchen and prepared it bit by bit according to the standards given above, but she is still in a hurry.

Just when she put the ribs in the pot and the smoke triggered the alarm and almost burned down the kitchen, Xiao Deng appeared at the door.

Xiao Deng smiled and said, "Miss Fang."

Fang Songqi looked embarrassed and saw the fat middle-aged man standing next to Xiao Deng, "Who is this?"

Xiao Deng introduced: "This is the hotel's five-star chef. Just tell him what you want to cook."

As soon as the chef arrived, Fang Songqi felt relieved.

She was still thinking that she couldn't cope with the situation.

However, now that there is a chef by my side, some things are easier to handle. The chef is much easier to use than the kitchen app. If you have any questions, just ask.

The chef knew that the young lady in front of him was introduced by Zhu Qihong and was also a distinguished guest, so he did not dare to neglect him. As soon as he came in, he respectfully asked: "Hello, Miss Fang, what would you like to cook?"

Fang Songqi said: "Winter melon and pork ribs soup."

Chef: "..."

He thought it was such a difficult dish to make, but it turned out to be... so simple?

He glanced at the almost destroyed room again and couldn't help but pursed his lips.

Fang Songqi took the initiative to take a step forward and said with a smile: "Master, if you need any help, let me help you."

The chef waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no, I brought a helper."

He didn't dare to use her status. Besides, she could almost burn down the kitchen, which meant that she really had no talent for cooking, so forget it.

Fang Songqi still wanted to argue, but was pushed out directly.

"Miss Fang, just sit outside and drink some water and check your phone," the chef said with a smile on his face, "We'll be ready soon."

Sure enough, Fang Songqi waited outside for less than half an hour when the chef and his assistant walked out.

The chef said: "It's already in the pot. Just let it stew for another half an hour. I'll let the cook control the heat here."

"it is good."

While Fang Songqi was waiting for this hour, on the other side, in the hospital, Xia Ranran faced Huo Jingshen quietly.

After Huo Jingshen came in in his wheelchair, Xia Ranran asked something else casually.

She asked, "How's your leg?"

Huo Jingshen said: "Doctor Lu's treatment is somewhat effective."

Xia Ranran continued: "I'm going to do my graduation thesis now, which is about massage and acupuncture above the level of sexual intercourse."

"I can give you a clinical case."

"I will go to get Buddhist scriptures with my senior brother," Xia Ranran said. "After returning from the resort, I will start working on my graduation thesis."

After she said these words, she raised her eyes and found Huo Jingshen looking at her without saying a word.

She blinked and raised her hand to touch her face, "Is there something on my face?"

The corners of Huo Jingshen's lips curled up, "What do you want to ask?"