After the betrothal gift negotiation collapsed, I turned around and married a wealthy man.

Qiao Xing was numb, she didn't want to eat melon, and she was really embarrassed standing here.

Zhang Zhe was also a little annoyed. He said patiently: "Stop making trouble. Let's discuss it slowly when we go back. Everything is negotiable."

"We have nothing to discuss. I want that house. You can discuss it with your parents. Come to me when you have discussed it."

Zhang Zhe said: "Then I can't leave them alone in my hometown, right?"

"Didn't they stay in their hometown before? Why can't they do it now? Isn't it the same to go back and see them during the Chinese New Year?"

"They used to be young, but now they are different. They are old, and if they leave them in their hometown, wouldn't it be in vain that they raised me? What kind of person have I become!"

"I..." Lin Shuang still wanted to say, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Qin Ce coming over, and he swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

"What are you talking about?" Qin Ce had been waiting there for a long time, but Lin Shuang pulled Qiao Xing there for a long time.

If he doesn't come over, the noise will probably last until midnight.

As if seeing a savior, Qiao Xing hurriedly broke away from Lin Shuang and ran to Qin Ce, "Let's chat."

Zhang Zhe's face turned even darker when he saw his boss.

If you let your boss know that you can't handle housework well, he might even doubt his ability to work.

However, Lin Shuang was not really stupid. In this situation, she still wanted to give Zhang Zhe some face, so she did not continue to talk about it.

She knew very well that she could make trouble no matter what she wanted at home or in private, but outside, especially in front of the other party's leader or friends, she must give him enough face.

Qin Ce glanced at the two of them, then looked away, took Qiao Xing's hand, "Let's go."

Qiao Xing nodded, turned back to Lin Shuang and said, "Then let's go first."

Lin Shuang kept a smile on his lips, "Okay, see you tomorrow."

After the two left, Lin Shuang's face fell again.

Zhang Zhe went to pull her, "Okay, let's go back and talk about it."

Lin Shuang shook off his hand, and although he was unhappy, he still got into his car, which made Zhang Zhe sigh in relief.

Qiao Xing got in the car and let out a long breath.

Qin Ce glanced at her and said, "What's wrong? You look listless."

Qiao Xing said: "It's okay, it's just that my head hurts a little."

After listening to Lin Shuang complain all day, her mind was filled with Lin Shuang's voice and she couldn't get out of it.

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

"I don't know." Qiao Xing leaned against the car window weakly, "Let's go back and heat the hot pot ourselves and make the chicken soup base."

"It's all right."

Qin Ce drove her to the vegetable market. There were more stalls in the market today, and the seafood sellers were also open.

The two bought a lot of ingredients, and also bought a whole free-range chicken. She didn't know how to make the bottom of the chicken soup pot yet, so she had to go back and watch the video tutorial.

After buying it, I found that it was actually more expensive than eating in the store!

"I should have known we would go out to eat."

"Do it yourself hygienic."

Qin Ce put the things in the trunk, closed the car door, and pushed her into the car.

After returning, the two of them got into the kitchen together. Qin Ce didn't know how to do this. He took out his mobile phone to search for tutorials, and Qiao Xing also leaned over to look at it.

"Wash it, add onions, ginger, and peppercorns, and stew Han Yan for an hour..." Qiao Xing read the above tutorial, and the Han Yan behind was the WeChat name that popped up on Qin Ce's phone.

Han Yan sent him a document.

Then there was another message. Before Qiao Xing had time to read it clearly, Qin planned to go up to it.

"Okay, I'll do it. You can go out." Qin Ce began to chase people away.

Qiao Xing still held the greasy free-range chicken in her hand, "Didn't I make it as promised?"

"Then you go wash the vegetables." Qin Ce pointed to the big and small bags of things, "organize them."

Qiao Xing blinked, put the free-range chicken on the chopping board, and went to wash the vegetables obediently.

Qin Ce returned to the WeChat interface, looked at the message from Han Yan, and then quietly put the phone into his arms.

Qiao Xing washed all the dishes to be washed, put them on plates, took them out and put them on the dining table for later use.

The old man was holding a cane and looking at the two of them on the sofa with a smile.

The soup base took an hour to cook, so Qiao Xing came to the sofa to chat with the old man when he had nothing to do.

The old man said: "Isn't it boring to live with an old man like me?"

Qiao Xing shook his head, "No, we are so happy living together."

The old man said with an incomprehensible smile, "Really? Why do I feel that some people are unhappy."

Who were some people referring to? Qiao Xing subconsciously looked towards the kitchen. On the transparent glass door, he could vaguely see the tall shadow of the man.

Qiao Xing smiled and said: "How could it be? He is also happy, but he doesn't like to express it."

"Towards him so soon?"

Qiao Xing blushed, "I'm just telling the truth."

The old man laughed.

After a while, Qin Ce took out the cooked pot and invited the two of them to eat.

Quickly help the old man over.

Smelling the aroma coming from the pot, Qiao Xing couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, "It's amazing, it's exactly the same as the one in the store."

Qin Ce handed her the chopsticks, "Then try it."

Qiao Xing couldn't wait to sit down and put in some vegetables that could withstand cooking.

But before the three of them started, someone suddenly knocked on the door outside.

Qiao Xing was stunned for a moment, "Isn't it Qin Yi who's back?"

The old man snorted coldly: "It's a coincidence that he came back."

Qin Ce stood up and opened the door.

The door opened, but the person standing outside the door was not Qin Yi, but He Fen.

"You really live here."

Qin Ce asked: "What's the matter?"

He Fen said: "Don't you want to buy a house? I came to you to discuss it."

"I made it very clear during the day. If you decide, come to me at any time. If you want to talk about anything else, there is no need for discussion."

His attitude made He Fen's teeth itch with anger, and she groaned, "You are really so rich, why do you have to care about such a small amount of money? You have already bought a house, why did you buy this old house?"

"This is our business, you just need to tell me whether you want to sell it or not."

When Qiao Xing heard the sound, he got up and walked over.

When she saw it was her aunt, her head started to hurt again.

He Fen said: "What's wrong with adding another [-] yuan? After selling the house, where will we live? You have to think about it for us."

When Qiao Xing heard this, she felt vaguely angry. She retorted, "When you drove us away, you didn't even think about whether we would have a place to live."

She glanced at Qin Ce, wondering what he was doing and why he wanted to buy a house here again.

Before He Fen could say anything, Qiao Xing said again: "We don't want to buy this house. You can sell it to someone else."

After Qiao Xing finished speaking, he pulled Qin Ce in and closed the door directly.

In response to Qiao Xing's rudeness, He Fen jumped angrily outside, muttering and scolding her for being heartless and having hard wings.

Qiao Xingquan pretended not to hear it. She looked at Qin Ce and said, "Why did you buy that house?"