Whose child fell here

51.

Yu Wenrui got off the bus at the station, and the area was basically a commercial building. He followed the navigation and found the downstairs of the company where Qin Huamao worked.

Qin Huamao also drove him here before, and it was the first time he came by himself.

When he got downstairs, he dialed the phone, and the phone was quickly connected, telling him the location of Assistant Xu.

Yu Wenrui quickly found the smiling Assistant Xu, and since he was still an acquaintance, he also took the initiative to say hello.

When Assistant Xu saw him, he was surprised. He only listened to Mr. Qin's order to come down to pick up someone, and he also specifically ordered to avoid people in other office areas. He went downstairs full of curiosity, but he didn't expect it to be him?

Assistant Xu still remembered the plot of the overbearing little girl that he had imagined, countless thoughts flashed through his mind for a while, and in the end it was his professionalism that made him lead Yu Wenrui to the exclusive elevator with a normal expression.

Assistant Xu stood in front of the elevator all the way without saying a word. Yu Wenrui was very satisfied with this state, so he also got off the elevator without saying a word, and then followed the other party's lead into Qin Huamao's office.

It's not that there is no office area on the road, but that Assistant Xu chose the location cleverly. Most people can only see people passing by, and they can't see the details clearly, so naturally they don't pay too much attention.

Yu Wenrui was delivered safely. Assistant Xu wanted to hear more, but Qin Huamao dissuaded him with a direct look.

"Sit down first," Qin Huamao beckoned him to sit down first, then thought it was cold outside, and wanted to pour him a cup of hot water, but he was stopped unexpectedly.

"You do your work first, I'll do it myself," Yu Wenrui went to the water dispenser by himself, and took a clean cup inside, "Can this cup be used?"

"It works, no one has used it before, and it is usually sterilized."

Yu Wenrui took a cup of hot water and drank slowly while holding the cup.

"Why don't you put the one you made last time here, and it will be your exclusive cup in the future," Qin Huamao suddenly suggested.

Yu Wenrui took two sips of hot water and noticed the thoughtfulness in his words, "What do I want to do with a cup here, and I don't come here often."

Qin Huamao didn't agree, he put the documents in his hands together and put them aside, "I won't be able to use them a few more times."

Yu Wenrui didn't bother arguing with him. There was nothing to get entangled in such trivial matters, so he just glanced over, "As a leader, you don't do your job properly during working hours?"

After being said so, Qin Huamao really didn't continue talking, because he had done almost everything that should be done in advance, and then finished it, and today's work was over.

Yu Wenrui held the water glass and drank slowly while scanning the office.

It's a bit similar to the Qin family's style, both of which are simple and frigid, with only a few green plants adding a bit of color to it. The office is not big, but seeing a small door on the side, Yu Wenrui guessed This could be a lounge.

There was nothing to look at, his eyes turned around a few times, and his gaze finally fell on the person at the desk in the middle.

This kind of formal suit was worn on his body, coupled with the indifferent aura that rejected people thousands of miles away, Yu Wenrui couldn't help but think of his appearance when he first saw him.

When we first met, how could I have imagined that the two of them would be sitting in the same office half a year later, and they were already lovers at this time.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing.

It is said that serious men are the most handsome. Yu Wenrui stared at the other party for a long time, and felt that what he said was good. The serious working man had a solemn expression, focused eyes, and occasionally showed a confident smile with confidence in his mind, which made him even more so. A few different charms.

"What? Attracted by my charm?"

Yu Wenrui was still in a trance, when he heard such a sentence, he waved his hands again and again, "Speak well."

Qin Huamao felt that there was nothing wrong with him, but being so disgusted, he inevitably became more rebellious, and deliberately said, "Shouldn't you be under my charm at this time?"

It was clearly a normal expression, but coupled with such words, it was really unbearable.

Yu Wenrui felt that he couldn't take it anymore, and begged for mercy repeatedly, "Farewell, farewell, you are old-hearted, so don't torment me."

"Is work over?" Seeing that the other party still had time to talk to him, Yu Wenrui immediately changed the subject.

"Hurry up," Qin Huamao just said, when he heard a knock on the door outside the office, "Please come in."

Yu Wenrui didn't expect someone else to come, and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the person who came opened the door without looking sideways, walked straight to Qin Huamao's desk, and took the documents handed over.

The two talked for a few more words, but Yu Wenrui couldn't understand what was inside, but the visitor hadn't noticed him so far, and this incident made him relax again.

After Qin Huamao explained the good things, he asked the secretary to go out, and turned around and said to Yu Wenrui, "Okay, let's go."

At this moment, the secretary who was walking to the door cast a glance at the young man who was sitting on the sofa, and then closed the door.

Once back at her desk, she couldn't wait to share the news with her colleagues.

A new face appeared in the boss's office after a long time. Although he didn't know who it was, it didn't prevent them from having a private discussion.

But this discussion has no clue, and in the end it is still work.

But since he knew there was such a person, he couldn't avoid paying more attention.

So, although they still took the same route when they came out, Yu Wenrui could clearly feel that someone was paying attention to them.

But Qin Huamao is the boss, so it's normal for employees to pay attention, Yu Wenrui thought so, and followed Qin Huamao all the way downstairs, and set off to the barbecue restaurant that he had made an appointment in the morning.

Qin Huamao is very old-fashioned in some aspects, for example, he doesn't agree with eating "junk food" like Grandpa Ken of the Golden Arches, and he also thinks that barbecue restaurants are not a good place.

But since it was Yu Wenrui's invitation, Qin Huamao did not refuse.

Yu Wenrui chose a new chain restaurant this time. He had eaten from their restaurant before, so he was relieved.

The two were led into the cubicle by the waiter, and it didn't take long for the meat to be served on the table one after another.

Instead of asking the waiter to grill the meat, the two did it themselves, putting the meat slices on the grill one by one.

Yu Wenrui's right hand is still a bit weak, so it's a bit awkward to use the clip with his left hand.

Qin Huamao spread out the meat slices meticulously, and saw Yu Wenrui holding a clip in his left hand unskillfully holding something, so he put his gaze on his right hand, "What's wrong?"

Yu Wenrui didn't pay much attention to it, and slowly squeezed the meat over, "It's an old problem, it's nothing."

"You're only old enough to have a problem," Qin Huamao reached out and grabbed Yu Wenrui's hand, thinking that what he usually does most is painting, guessed, "Is it tenosynovitis?"

Yu Wenrui nodded, "It's not serious, it will be fine after a rest."

Qin Huamao was not as relaxed as he was, "Go back and find a doctor, don't let it become a big problem in the future."

While talking, he still held Yu Wenrui's hand with his left hand and kneaded it back and forth. I don't know if it was a psychological effect or it really worked, but Yu Wenrui really felt much more comfortable.

Since the other party cared about him so much, Yu Wenrui also appreciated it, "Next time I have time to see a doctor."

Only then did Qin Huamao nod in satisfaction, "In the hospital I went to before, I remember a doctor who was pretty good in this area. I'll ask later."

This kind of concern is very beneficial to Yu Wenrui. While watching, he simply put down the clip and focused on watching Qin Huamao's movements.

I saw him flipping the barbecue with tongs, without letting go of the hand he was holding.

While waiting for the meat to be cooked, Qin Huamao raised Yu Wenrui's hand again and began to rub it with both hands.

Yu Wenrui's hands are beautiful, and they look whiter and fairer under the yellow light. It seems that there is not a single pore on them. Qin Huamao massaged him at first, but the smooth texture was so good that he went to Not willing to let go later.

It was Yu Wenrui who broke free from his hand, went to the table and touched a pair of chopsticks.

The meat on the grill pan has been roasted out of oil, dripping down the grilling net onto the burning charcoal below, making a soft sound, and occasionally a few flames come out.

Yu Wenrui picked up the sizzling piece and was about to dip it into the bright red pepper on the seasoning plate.

But he didn't expect his chopsticks to be blocked by another pair of chopsticks before they touched the edges.

Looking up, Qin Huamao saw opposition written in his eyes.

"Have you forgotten your stomach problem?" Qin Huamao picked up the chopsticks, pushed his chopsticks to the side, and pressed hard.

Yu Wenrui looked at the cumin powder on the sliced ​​meat on the chopsticks and remained silent.

"Okay." After looking at each other for a few seconds, Yu Wenrui was still defeated and said with a sigh, "It's boring."

"It's not that bad, is it?" Qin Huamao also picked up a chopstick and dipped the cumin powder into his mouth, "The meat is the main thing."

Hearing what he said, the movements of Yu Wenrui's mouth also slowed down, and he felt it carefully, "It's really good."

The discounts in the new store are good. In addition to the set meal, there is also an extra serving of beef tongue. Yu Wenrui tasted a piece, and suggested another one alone, "This one is not bad, you try it."

After Qin Huamao finished eating, he ordered another plate, and while it was baking, he casually mentioned it, "The day after tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, do you have any plans?"

"Yuanxiao," Yu Wenrui swallowed the meat in his mouth, and thought for a while, "I've already prepared the paintings that should be prepared, and the day after tomorrow will be as usual."

Seeing that he didn't think of himself at all, Qin Huamao couldn't help asking him with a bit of a wry smile, "Will you not leave it to me at all?"

Yu Wenrui replied naturally, "Aren't you going back to stay with your family?"

Qin Huamao sighed, "I have a rest the day after tomorrow. My parents and Dudu are the only ones at home. It's boring for you to be alone at home. Why don't you come together?"

Yu Wenrui's mouth stopped moving, his eyes widened, "What do you mean?"

Qin Huamao took his right hand and pinched it again, "It's nothing interesting, I just want you to come to our house to celebrate the Lantern Festival together."

Yu Wenrui was silent for a while. In previous years, he did not spend the Spring Festival Lantern Festival alone. If possible, he would also like to celebrate the festival with Qin Huamao, but the other party has parents to accompany him, so it is impossible to leave them behind, but he did not expect that Qin Huamao already wants him to meet his parents?

Seeing that he refused to agree, Qin Huamao softened his voice again, "Didn't you meet my mother? Everyone in my family knows about you, and she asked me to call you over."

Qin's mother didn't take the initiative to say this, but she didn't object when Qin Huamao brought it up at home.

Hearing these words, Yu Wenrui was somewhat moved.

Qin Huamao took advantage of the victory to pursue, "Our family makes dumplings traditionally during the Lantern Festival. The dumplings you ate last time were made by my mother. How about it? Do you want to go?"

Yu Wenrui: ...

Why doesn't this play the cards according to the routine?

The author has something to say: Qin Huamao: It’s a miscalculation, it’s not as good as dumplings