Chapter 67

After Qiao Yanrou finished speaking, she walked around them, sat down at the table, picked up her chopsticks and started eating breakfast.

The two men next to them were fighting openly and secretly, and neither of them wanted the other to sit next to Qiao Yanrou.

Ji Yuanchen took the lead and sat on Qiao Yanrou's right, picking up food for her in a gentle voice.

Before she had the chance to eat the garlic-flavored spareribs he put in her bowl, a pair of chopsticks reached out from the left and took the garlic-flavored spareribs away from the bowl. Fu Chuqing then put the garlic-flavored spareribs he had prepared in her bowl into her bowl.

Qiao Yanrou: “…” She simply picked it up herself.

As soon as she stretched out her chopsticks, two plates of garlic pork ribs came in front of her chopsticks at the same time.

The two men were hostile to each other, wishing to turn each other's food into ashes.

Qiao Yanrou: “…Why don’t you two eat it by yourselves.” It was really a headache.

The two men heard her helpless words and stopped in compromise. In order not to disturb her breakfast, they temporarily turned off the fire.

Qiao Yanrou picked up a piece of the breakfast brought by Ji Yuanchen with chopsticks, and then picked up a piece of Fu Chuqing's breakfast with chopsticks. It was delicious, but she felt a little full.

Qiao Yanrou had just picked up a tissue to wipe the corners of her lips when the men on both sides simultaneously took out tissues and tried to wipe her clean. She was completely stunned.

Then her ears turned red with embarrassment and she hurriedly took the tissues from the two men.

"I... can do it myself." She lowered her head and quickly wiped it clean with the tissue she had snatched. Why... were they rushing to do even this kind of thing?

Little did she know that her shy look made the men on both sides stare at her intently.

Ji Yuanchen really wanted to rub her head, but since he hadn't washed his hands, he gave up the idea.

"Why are your ears so red?" Fu Chuqing really liked seeing her shy and helpless look, which made him want to tease her.

She immediately shook her head in denial.

Qiao Yanrou felt that they were about to see through her, and hurriedly got up to tidy up the flower shop.

Ji Yuanchen looked at Fu Chuqing coldly, and Fu Chuqing calmly cleaned up the table.

Qiao Yanrou was wiping the leaves of the money tree with a clean cloth. Behind her, she heard the clinking of bowls and plates. She didn't need to look back, as she knew they were fighting again.

She shook her head helplessly and concentrated on wiping the leaves of the money tree.

Although they didn't fight again throughout the whole day, they still bickered with each other. Both men were masters of yin and yang, and they would stab each other in the heart whenever they got the chance. Qiao Yanrou was stunned when she heard this. They were really good at bickering.

Sometimes she would try to persuade them, and it worked at the time, but the effect was short-lived, and the two men would start stabbing each other again.

Qiao Yanrou simply stopped trying to persuade them and let them argue. As long as they didn't fight, she would do what she had to do.

When she closed the stall at night, she locked the glass door. Ji Yuanchen's appearance made it impossible for Fu Chuqing to stay in the store. The two men did not allow each other to touch her, which gave her a lot of peace and quiet, especially in Fu Chuqing's situation, she could no longer be bewitched by his mental power.

She couldn't think of a way to deal with the current situation. She couldn't run away again, could she? Qiao Yanrou was tired of running away and would not plan to escape again in the future.

As for Ji Yuanchen and Fu Chuqing, she could only wait for the day when they gave up on her, otherwise nothing she said would be of any use.

The next day at noon, Ji Yuanchen specially prepared lunch for her and cooked it himself.

His hands were wet, and he called to Qiao Yanrou softly, "My hands are wet, please help me put on the apron."

Without thinking much, Qiao Yanrou picked up the apron and stood on tiptoe to put it on Ji Yuanchen who was bending over. As soon as she put the apron around his neck, Ji Yuanchen hugged her tightly in his arms and greedily sniffed the fragrance of her hair.

He held Qiao Yanrou in his arms and was unwilling to let go for a moment. She was so soft that Ji Yuanchen didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting her.

Qiao Yanrou bumped into his arms and smelled his fragrance, which was somewhat familiar yet somewhat strange, activating the memories hidden deep within her.

She was in a trance and even forgot to push him away.

It took me a moment to come back to my senses, and I was at a loss what to ask him.

"Aren't you going to cook?"

Ji Yuanchen seemed to see through her panic at the moment and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, I won't force you."

Qiao Yanrou instantly softened in his arms until he was willing to let her go.

Ji Yuanchen lowered his eyes and looked at her, his tone gentle: "Go sit in the hall, it will be done soon."

She nodded, but did not leave immediately. She stood behind him and watched him cook with skillful movements. Soon the aroma filled the air.

Afraid that someone would want to change the flowers, he walked out of the kitchen and waited outside.

Ji Yuanchen had just finished cooking and brought the dishes to the table. Seeing this, Qiao Yanrou also went into the kitchen to help serve the dishes.

A figure walked into the flower shop. Fu Chu lightly picked up the lunch box and placed it on the table. Looking at the steaming dishes on the table, his eyes behind the glasses narrowed slightly and his expression became gloomy.

Qiao Yanrou walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of food and suddenly saw Fu Chuqing standing in front of the table with a not very good expression.

She glanced at the lunch box on the table, then looked down at the dish in her hand and went over to put the dish away.

Fu Chuqing strode over, took the plate from her hand and placed it on the table.

When Ji Yuanchen also appeared in the living room, the secret fight between the two men began again. Even if they could only stare blankly, they were unwilling to fall behind.

Qiao Yanrou ignored the advice and just focused on eating. It would be a shame if the food got cold.

In the afternoon, she was busy in the store. Ji Yuanchen and Fu Chuqing were also there. In fact, she could handle it all by herself, but they refused to listen and insisted on staying to accompany her.

Whenever the two men got together, they would even fight over a vase, but she didn't bother to pay attention to them and let them argue and quarrel as much as they wanted.

Qiao Yanrou was immersed in pruning flowers. Occasionally, someone would come to change the flowers. After changing the flowers for the customers, she continued to be busy and did not pay attention to the two men next to her.

The man's low cry caused her to turn around immediately.

Ji Yuanchen's hand was pricked by the thorn of a rose, and Qiao Yanrou quickly stepped forward with a tissue to squeeze out some blood.

He looked at Qiao Yanrou's anxious concern for him, secretly happy in his heart, but on the surface he didn't care: "It doesn't hurt, no need to treat it."

Qiao Yan said softly, "Although there's no need to call a healer, disinfection and bandages are essential."

After saying that, he took out iodine and a Band-Aid from the storage space. Since he didn't have a cotton swab, he could only drop a few drops of iodine on his finger and then put a Band-Aid on it.

Ji Yuanchen's lips curled up when he saw this, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what.

Fu Chuqing stood aside and watched the scene quietly. His hands became more and more tense, and the blue veins were frequently prominent. How could he not see that Ji Yuanchen was using a self-torture trick to attract Qiao Yanrou's attention.

If we go over and pull Qiao Yanrou away at this time, it will only backfire.

Qiao Yanrou had just put the Band-Aid on Ji Yuanchen's hand when she turned around and saw Fu Chuqing, who was silent. His hand was pricked by the thorns of the rose and was bleeding, but he seemed not to feel the pain and continued his movements with a calm expression.

She was so shocked that she quickly walked over, took the flowers from his hand, and wrapped his bleeding finger with a tissue.

Fu Chu gently bent his fingers and pushed his glasses up: "I'm fine."

Qiao Yanrou was anxious: "Your finger was pricked too deeply." It might be because these roses had more thorns, and they were all novices, so they would be easily pricked.

No matter what Fu Chuqing said, she took out the Band-Aid and iodine and forced him to use them.

She also did not forget to pick out the two roses that had pricked them so that they could not be sold.

Ji Yuanchen's cold eyes seemed to be frozen with ten thousand years of ice, staring at Fu Chuqing who was calmly trying to win his favor with displeasure.