The Pillow of the Bad President

Chapter 1672, she is very busy

Hao Yan's scalp was numb when he saw it.

Qin Yu said, "Little Yanzi, you came to look for me again and gave me something to eat again. It can't be that Qing Mimi has secretly developed feelings for me, but this is also normal, after all, the young master is very charming."

Hao Yan was speechless.

She knew that he couldn't spit ivory out of his dog's mouth.

Hao Yan made a gesture to snatch the insulated lunch box back, "If you want to eat it, forget it"

"Eat, eat, eat" Qin Yu quickly hugged her tightly, and begged her for mercy, "It's okay if I was wrong."

Hao Yan was too lazy to learn from him.

Qin Yu unscrewed the lid of the insulated lunch box, and there was refreshing porridge inside, which was still steaming.

The car is full of warm rice aroma.

It can be seen that the white porridge has been boiled for a long time, and every grain of rice has blossomed and is soft and sticky. It doesn't seem to be bought from a restaurant outside, but cooked at home.

Qin Yu asked uncertainly, "Little Yanzi, you didn't make this yourself, did you?"

Hao Yan said in a muffled voice, "Yeah."

After receiving the call, she turned around and went home, standing in front of the stove without leaving her footsteps.

But it was a waste of effort.

She smiled wryly, but when she looked up, she saw that Qin Yu didn't move, but kept staring down at the insulated lunch box, his expression constantly changing.

Hao Yan was puzzled, "Mr. Qin, are you okay?"

Qin Yu hugged the insulated lunch box in her arms tightly, her eyes were shining brightly, and she looked at her excitedly, "Oh little swallow, I'm so touched, do you know that my mother has never washed my clothes by herself, nor did she make clothes for me by herself? After dinner, you are the first woman who has washed my clothes with your own hands, and also the first woman who has cooked for me with your own hands."

Although he grew up in a favorable environment, he also lost a lot of happiness accordingly.

Qin Yu's parents are collateral, although they are not qualified to inherit the Qin family, but they hold shares in their hands and are busy with work, so they seldom spend time on him, leaving it to the servants at home.

If there is a need for management, he will be thrown directly to Qin Huainian.

So Qin Yu has limited time to see his mother at home since he was a child, let alone see her cooking.

Seeing the warm white porridge in this insulated lunch box now, his heart was greatly shaken, and even rippled.

After Hao Yan heard this, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, "Why, you don't want to call me mom, do you?"

Qin Yu: ""

The previously moving atmosphere was instantly gone.

Qin Yu screwed the insulated lunch box back on. He was reluctant to eat it, and was going to take it home and taste it slowly.

The sports car restarts.

In the reversing mirror, Qin's Building is also getting farther and farther away, becoming a very small point.

Hao Yan slowly looked away.

Hearing that he was sick and wanted to drink plain porridge, she thought about the promise and came here foolishly

Passionate again.

Looking at the endless night, her heart was filled with thick clouds, making her breathless.

Office on the top floor.

The suit was draped on the high-back chair, and Qin Huainian was wearing a white shirt with all the sleeves rolled up. He maintained a posture at his desk, his eyes behind the glasses were focused and serious, and the signature pen in his hand made a swishing sound.

The neon lights outside are getting brighter and brighter.

Although he has been writing hard, the documents that need to be reviewed are like hills, with no end.

Qin Huainian picked up the document again and spread it out. After reading it carefully, when he was about to drop the pen in his hand, he paused.

Suddenly there was a bowl of steaming white porridge in front of him.

The aroma overflowed and lingered in his nose.

Qin Huainian raised his thin lips, his deep eyes behind the lenses were filled with smiles

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meaning.

He raised his head slowly.

Looking up the porridge bowl, what he saw was not Hao Yan's slap-sized face and clear eyes.

The smile on Qin Huainian's face froze a little bit.

He frowned, "Qintong, why is it you?"

Zhuang Qintong was slightly taken aback.

From the fact that he just looked up and saw himself, he clearly felt his disappointment.

Maybe you are waiting for someone

Zhuang Qintong was puzzled, with a gentle smile on his face, "I'm doing errands nearby, and I happened to stop by to see you when I was done."

Qin Huainian narrowed his eyes, "You brought this porridge."

Zhuang Qintong smiled and nodded, "I heard that you are sick, so I specially asked the chef at home to make porridge for you. When you are sick, you usually have a bad appetite. It is most suitable to eat some porridge."

Qin Huainian looked at the bowl of porridge, with two leaves of green vegetables dotted in the middle, it was extremely delicate.

He has no appetite at all.

Zhuang Qintong sent the porridge bowl forward, "Huai Nian, you have a taste, my uncle always likes to eat it, and the chefs of the dealer are all star chefs hired with high salaries."

Qin Huainian said, "Let it go, I'm not hungry for now"

Seeing this, Zhuang Qintong nodded with a smile, "Alright, let the secretary reheat it when you want to eat it."

Qin Huainian responded perfunctorily.

He raised his chin slightly, motioned to the mountain of documents beside him, and issued an order to evict the guest in disguise, "Qintong, I still have a lot of work here, so it's not convenient to entertain you today."

Zhuang Qintong said empathetically, "It's okay, I just want to come up and have a look at you, then you should pay more attention to your body when you are busy with work."

"En." Qin Huainian nodded.

When he was about to walk to the door, Zhuang Qintong stopped again, "By the way, Huai Nian, the final of the China Cup will be held this weekend. I remember that there is Qin's investment behind it. I was invited by the competition to be an award presenter. If that day If you're okay, go with me, I won't bother you, let's go, bye"

Qin Huainian pursed his thin lips slightly.

Not two minutes after Zhuang Qintong left, the door of the office was pushed open again.

Ren Wu walked in respectfully.

Qin Huainian immediately asked, "Why hasn't she come?"

Ren Wu couldn't be more clear about who she was referring to.

He was always waiting at the elevator entrance.

The waiting flowers are almost withering, and there is no one waiting for Hao Yan.

Ren Wu had a nervous expression on his face, he hesitated to say, "Mr. Qin, I just called Miss Hao Yan again."

Qin Huainian looked at him, "What did she say?"

Ren Wu said cautiously, "Miss Hao Yan said: She is very busy and has no time to cook porridge."

After the voice fell, the temperature in the room dropped by ten degrees.

Qin Huainian's face was gloomy, "Got it"

Ren Wu glanced at the delicate white porridge on the desk, and asked for instructions, "Mr. Qin, what about this bowl of porridge?"

Qin Huainian said in a deep voice, "You drink"

Ren Wu: ""

Time passed quickly, and it was the weekend in a blink of an eye.

In the morning, the sky was clear, the sun shone goldenly on the earth, and white clouds floated.

The International Center was extremely lively, and the China Cup costume design finals invited many media to report publicly.

After all, it was the scene of the finals, and many heavyweights appeared, which attracted many people from inside and outside the industry to pay attention.

In the event hall of the finals, people have already entered the waiting room one after another.

In the VIP seat in the front row, someone was throwing a tantrum at the staff.