After the divorce, she airborne hot search

Quan Jiuyi fell asleep until the alarm clock rang, got up and checked the time, it was just seven o'clock.She stretched herself, and felt that she slept very contentedly today.

Get up, wash up, go out of the house.Just as he was about to go to the kitchen, Mimi and Tutu also came out of their respective rooms.

Quan Jiu was surprised: "Why did you get up so early today?"

Mi Mi pointed to the wall clock on the wall, "It's getting late, it's already eight o'clock."

"Eight o'clock?" Quan Jiu turned his head to look, and the wall clock really showed [-]:[-].No, shouldn't it be seven fifteen?

She ran back to the room to confirm the alarm clock, it was [-]:[-], and she turned on the phone to confirm the time, [-]:[-] was correct.

Quan Jiu raised his forehead, dropped the alarm clock and hurried to the kitchen, "The alarm clock is broken, mom overslept today, you must be hungry, wait a minute, steamed eggs will be fast."

"Mom, Santa Claus is here early." Tutu opened the door, pointed to the lunch box bag hanging on the doorknob, and smelled it, "It smells so good, it looks like buns."

Quan Jiu walked over and immediately understood, "It's from the grandfather at the opposite door."

There are three drawers of buns, cowpea buns, sauced meat buns, and bean sprouts buns. The thermos bucket is also filled with a bucket of porridge boiled with crushed peanuts. The strong aroma of peanut butter is fresh and appetizing. The upper layer is a small dish. The perfect combination of cold preserved eggs, red oil and chives makes your mouth water when you smell it.

Tutu swallowed, "It's so fragrant." Mimi has already gone to the kitchen to pick up the dishes.

Quan Jiu couldn't be more moved, the steamed stuffed bun had to be baked, these things must have been made by the old man at five o'clock again.

She couldn't bear the psychological burden, so she sent a text message to the grandfather next door: [Grandpa, pay attention to your body, you get up early in the morning to cook for me, a young man, I really can't bear it. 】

Chu Rong almost choked himself with a mouthful of porridge, thought for a while, typed five words back: [I am in good health], and then asked: [Is the bun delicious?It's my first time making it, so I hope it doesn't taste too bad. 】

Quan Jiu looked at Mimi and Tutu eating deliciously, and smiled helplessly: 【It's delicious, the children like it very much. 】

After putting down the phone, Quan Jiu sighed in embarrassment, and had breakfast with the children.

Mimi could see it clearly, so she persuaded: "Mom, the grandfather of the opposite door likes to cook. It's so good that someone eats the things that are so easy to cook. Don't worry too much. Let him work, he will be happy."

"Yes." Tutu muttered, "He likes to do this job."

Quan Jiu thought for a while and asked, "In your opinion, how old is the opposite door's grandfather?" She had been thinking about seventy or eighty.

Tutu spoke quickly, "About thirty or forty."

"What?" Quan Jiu was surprised.

Mimi coughed quickly, "We don't know, but I'm not particularly old, and my hands and feet are quite nimble."

Quan Jiu couldn't laugh or cry, "How can there be a grandfather in his [-]s or [-]s? Those in his [-]s should be called uncles and aunts, and those in his twenties should be called brothers and sisters. Don't make jokes."

"No, we understand, I would rather call him young than old, and it's not impossible to call him uncle in the future." Tutu took another meat bun.

Quan Jiu was confused by the two children, so he simply stopped asking.

After breakfast and clearing away the dishes, Quan Jiu played games with the two children for a while, and then went into the study to polish the script, but after a short time, he received a message from Guan Shi: [Wake up now]

[Get ready to take a nap] Quan Jiu was joking.

The phone on the other end was sleepy, yawned, and sent a text message: [I had the longest operation in my life yesterday, twelve hours, it was already night when I came out of the operating table, and I was afraid that the patient would appear In case of an emergency, I stayed overnight and didn't get home until five o'clock, so it was too late to congratulate. 】

After reading a long list of his words, Quan Jiu couldn't help laughing: 【I'm still so polite to me, I'm not used to it. 】

[That's also when I scored points. When my little junior sister was famous all over the world, the senior brother didn't pay attention to it. It couldn't be justified, so I sent you a little gift, and it should be delivered to your door soon. 】When he closed the door, he yawned again and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Quan Jiu smiled helplessly: [What kind of gift is it, why don't you go to the temple and ask me for a fortune talisman, so that I can make a lot of money. 】

[Alright, I happen to be very close to Guantian Temple, so I'll beg you in the afternoon]

Quan Jiu smiled lightly: [Stop talking, I'm coding]

When it was off, he put down the phone with satisfaction, turned over and continued to sleep with his head covered.

......

But Chu Rong said that after breakfast, he saw that there was not enough food left in the refrigerator for lunch, so he packed up and went out to buy some fresh vegetables.

As soon as he got out of the elevator on the first floor, he was blocked by a large bouquet of flowers.There was a card stuck in front of the bouquet, and he saw the word "Guan Shi" written on it at a glance.

Chu Rong's face darkened, and he stood in the middle of the elevator door.

The bouquet was half as tall as the courier, and the wrapping paper was erected again, directly blocking the courier's sight. He turned sideways and could see a pair of legs in front of him, and said, "Sorry, please let me go."

The legs did not give way, but a slightly indifferent voice came, "This is the flower for Ms. Quan in 1003."

When the delivery man heard it, he was an acquaintance, and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes."

"I'm her family, she hasn't woken up yet, don't bother her, leave it to me." Chu Rong said.

Although the delivery man didn't see anyone, his voice didn't sound very friendly, so he said, "Then I'll deliver it for you, and I'm delivering it to your door."

"No need, you have worked hard." Chu Rong went straight to take the bouquet from the delivery man.

The delivery man only felt a strong force and snatched the bouquet away. He was about to snatch it back, but he saw the face of the bouquet clearly.

Because of his tall figure, the bouquet of flowers that seemed too big to him was just right in this person's hands, and his well-tailored suit looked full of extravagance.

With such a temperament, he would definitely not be a flower thief.The deliveryman San Guan has already followed the five senses and ran away without the slightest doubt, "Then please sign here."

Chu Rong freed up a hand, and the slender and fair fingers lined up the gel pen that was only one yuan yuan elegantly. As for the signature, it was done with one stroke, calm and resolute, and it was extraordinary at first glance.

The delivery man was completely relieved, thanked him again and again, and left happily.

Chu Rong re-entered the elevator with the flowers in his arms, and the faint smile on his face disappeared completely.

He took off the card from the bouquet with no expression on his face, crumpled it into a ball without even looking at it, and threw it directly into the trash can next to the elevator as soon as he got out of the elevator.

Back home, Chu Rong placed the bouquet in the center of the living room and observed it carefully.

This is a bouquet of modern flower arrangements with a very artistic sense. The scattering, gathering, color matching and height of the flowers all show beauty.After ingenious flower arrangements, these flowers show more beauty than the flowers themselves.

It looks like it was made by an old artist.

Chu Rong counted, and if grass was included, there were a total of ten different varieties.

He took out his mobile phone and started Baidu.

Daisy, the flower language is the love hidden in the heart; sunflower, the flower language is silent love; foxtail is the difficult love of secret love; iris is missing you; blue enchantress is I have been secretly thinking about you; white hyacinth is the love that dare not reveal ...

Chu Rong smiled, the frost in his eyes seemed to freeze the surroundings into an ice cellar.

He looked at the nearly one-meter-high bouquet in front of him with a cold face, thought for a while, and moved it to the corner of the kitchen to store it. The cold kitchen immediately came alive.

Chu Rong took out his phone and went out again.