That night, Han Qing, as Su Jiu said, drove directly from Beicheng to Suzhou to look for Han Muzi.
When he arrived, it was already in the evening. Because he had said it on the phone in advance, Xiao Yan went to the nearby supermarket to buy some necessary materials for everyone to have a supper together.
Xiaoyan's hand cooking is not bad at all. In addition, she has been following Han Muzi in recent years. In order to fill her stomach that she can't stand taking out, she has developed a good cooking skill.
Han Muzi and Xiaomi Dou depend on her to cook.
When she heard that she was going to cook, Xiaomi Dou almost didn't drool. "Auntie Xiaoyan, shall we make hotpot later?"
Hearing this, Xiaoyan looked down at him strangely: "it's not winter now. What hot pot do you eat? Are you not afraid of the heat? "
Xiaomi Dou is not happy to listen to, Du Qi lip way: "summer also can eat hot pot, aunt Xiaoyan, don't you think it is very with feeling?"
It is said that
Xiaoyan squints and looks at Xiaomi Dou. Suddenly, she reaches out her index finger and pokes it on Xiaomi Dou's forehead.
"Feeling? You also learned a professional term, you snack goods, don't think I don't know you want to eat meat
"Well." Millet beans covered his forehead, a small white face full of anger: "that little aunt in the end do not make hotpot?"
"No Xiaoyan directly turned around and turned on the tap to wash vegetables: "your uncle works all year round. It takes more than two hours to drive from Beicheng to Suzhou. Do you know? What's more, they should be tired enough to have social activities outside. Do you want people to come over to eat hot pot? In the middle of the night, can people have some good food? "
Listen, Xiaomi Dou blinked her eyes, as if she read out the meaning of other aspects from her words.
Xiaomi Dou suddenly said: "Auntie Xiaoyan, why do you care so much about my uncle? Do you like him?"
"What do you say?" Xiaoyan suddenly jumped up like being trampled on the tail, and then found that there was no one around when he quickly reached out to cover Xiaomi Dou's mouth: "you, you, you, you can't talk nonsense, you know?"
Xiaomi Dou was covered by her mouth, speechless, just blinking at her.
His appearance made Xiaoyan feel guilty and quickly let go of his hand, "don't talk nonsense, you know? Otherwise, I won't give you food next time. "
Listen to words, Xiaomi Dou seems to think of something, tilted his head and said: "does Auntie Xiaoyan make hot pot for Xiaomi Dou?"
Xiaoyan stood up, and the whole person was so listless that he took apart the food in the bag and said, "can't you get it for you? Really, I probably owe you this little ancestor in my last life
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at this time, in the room upstairs, Han Muzi had already taken a bath, changed into a simple T-shirt and household pants, and stood at the window to make a phone call.
"Mr. Lin, I have asked my assistant to record and keep your request. The time we have agreed is within one month. Tomorrow I will ask my assistant to check the figure of Miss Zhao. After that, I will design the work you want in the appointed time."
Speaking of this, Han Muzi's words, looking at the stars in the sky outside the window, couldn't help but remind: "but now it's already past eight o'clock in the evening, it's already the rest time."
On hearing this, the other side immediately said with a smile of embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I'm also urged to worry, so I won't disturb Miss Han's rest."
Han Muzi cut off the call, then put the mobile phone on the desktop, and then went to the bathroom barefoot to take skincare products and blow dry her hair.
When she finished all this, she just saw her mobile phone shaking.
Han Muzi went to pick up the mobile phone and saw the phone call from Han Qing.
"Is it here?"
Think of here, Han Muzi did not answer the phone, but directly put on shoes downstairs to open the door.
After opening the door, as expected saw a dusty Han Qing standing at the door, two people's line of sight in the air for a while, Han Muzi went to see behind him, "you alone?"
Haven't seen her for a long time, Han Qing really miss her, can't help but reach out to rub her head.
Han Muzi was stunned for a moment. He insisted on supporting himself and didn't escape. After he rubbed his hair disorderly, he said, "brother, I'm not a child anymore. You rub my hair like this It's not very appropriate. "
"In my eyes, you will always be a child." Don't want Han Qing to say so.
Listen, Han Muzi some crazy, bite his lower lip side to let him in. "Brother, can we have a discussion? Can you rub your head when you are at home, but not when you go out? "
She still remembers that when he was abroad, he wanted to go back home and she went to see the plane off.
As a result, Han Qing went to rub her head in public.
Think of her at that time still holding millet beans, strange a pair of high-heeled shoes, the result was actually Han Qing to rub the head.
At first, Han Muzi was not used to his way of doing it, but later, seeing Han Qing's eyes were full of doting and surprise of recovering. She couldn't bear to refuse. Unexpectedly, she had formed a habit for him.Now Han Muzi even has a feeling that he is raising himself as his daughter.
Daughter
Han Muzi couldn't laugh or cry.
"If you really like rubbing your head, rub your nephew more."
Speaking of his nephew, Han Qing came in, closed the door with his backhand, and then took off his shoes at the porch. As a result, he saw only a few pairs of women's slippers on the shoe rack. He could not help frowning and said, "why didn't you prepare for me?"
Hearing this, Han Muzi curled her mouth and said, "I didn't know you would come so early. I haven't had time to go to the supermarket today."
Then she bent down and took out the largest pair of women's slippers inside: "make do with it."
Han Qing looked at the pair of women's slippers, silent for a long time, and finally walked in barefoot.
"Brother, who do you dislike? I'm sorry, there's no one else at home. "
"Breathe."
Han Qingshen voice.
They walked inside together. When they got to the living room, Xiaoyan suddenly came out of the kitchen and saw Han Qing coming. A touch of pink immediately appeared on her pretty white face: "Han, Mr. Han is here!"
"Well." Han Qing bowed her head to greet her.
When the eyes collided, Xiao Yan's face became more red. She bit her lip meat and then said, "I'm still cooking. Mr. Han will sit down first, and it will be ready soon."
Then he turned around and quickly got into the kitchen.
"Uncle!"
At the same time, there is a small figure from the kitchen, and then straight to Han Qing.
Seeing that small figure, Han Qing's dark eyes were stained with a touch of warmth, and squatted down to hold him in his arms.
"Yishu."
Han Yishu was named by Han Qing.
The nickname is Xiaomi Dou, which is picked up by Xiao Yan.
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