Chapter 113 I Will Sulk Secretly

Qi Yanjing changed his shoes and walked towards her.

Why didn’t you call him treasure?

Love to listen, hope you can say more.

"Let me hear it."

Wen Zhixian was originally lying on the armrest, but now he turned over and rested his head on the armrest.

Call him?

She opened her mouth and yelled, "Hey! Fairy!"

Qi Yanjing was slightly stunned. He had thought of many possibilities, but he never expected this one.

She was lying on the armrest so delicately just now, and the first word she should have called me "brother" or "husband" sweetly, but the first word she opened was to imitate Sun Wukong's speech, and my brain instantly froze.

Wen Zhixian's voice returned to its original state, even with a hint of tinkering, and he reached out and shook his arm: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"I feel like you've knocked my soul out of me."

He spoke with a serious face and no expression at all, worthy of being Qi Yanjing, 100% funny.

Qi Yanjing held her slender wrist and said, "Don't move. Let me see."

She held out her arm so he could see the wound.

It's fine today. The wound isn't as red as yesterday. It looks like it's healed.

He then sat on the sofa and pulled her up with a little force so that she could lean against him. "Your voice sounds nice."

"You're so good at making things difficult for me. You don't even tell me what you want to hear, but make me guess." I suspected that he just wanted her to call him over and over again so that he could hear enough.

What a cunning guy.

"Hurry up, I'll make you sweet and sour pork ribs after you order."

Wen Zhixian looked up at him, blinked his eyes and asked innocently: "If you don't call me, does that mean you won't do it anymore?"

Qi Yanjing's sweet and sour pork ribs are getting more and more delicious, even better than those made by his parents.

This is a dish he seems to have been improving on his original recipe.

Qi Yanjing met her gaze and was silent for a few seconds, wondering if he would give up if he couldn't hear what he wanted to hear. No, he wouldn't do it at all.

He didn't lie to her and told her the truth: "No, I will still do it. I will do it while secretly sulking."

Wen Zhixian burst out laughing. What a contrast.

Although it sounded childish, he always said words that were closest to his emotions, allowing her to fully feel his emotions.

"Bao, what do you want to hear?"

The tone of "baby" was drawn out. He liked Zhixian's trick very much. He touched her face and said, "Change your clothes and go make ribs."

Wen Zhixian watched him walk towards the cloakroom. Hmm? He just wanted to hear her call him "treasure"?

Thinking back to the message I sent to Qi Yanjing this morning, I seemed to have called him this.

He seems to like it very much.

While he was cooking, I followed him closely and told him about how I ran into Ning Yanci when I went out to buy afternoon tea this afternoon.

He didn't know much about Ning Yanci, but he found him to be a very sensible person during the few times they met.

He is smart and won't be jealous of everything. He can analyze on his own who he should be wary of and won't question Zhiran's relationships with other people of the opposite sex, as suspicion is very hurtful.

"He helped me carry some things, and then I gave him a glass of freshly squeezed juice." She added: "Mango juice."

Qi Yanjing lowered his head to cut vegetables. When he heard her add the word "mango juice", he couldn't help but curl his lips, knowing that it was prepared for her to drink.

"Then he asked about the injury and left after sitting for a short while."

Qi Yanjing asked her, "What about Gu Yuchen this morning?"

"He, besides coming to see how I am, just talks about the same old topics. It's meaningless."

Qi Yanjing felt that there was no need to explain it, as he had already thought of it.

Wen Zhixian remembered that there were still a few mangoes in the refrigerator, so he ran to the refrigerator to take a look. There were only four left, so he took them all out.

Qi Yanjing turned around and glanced at Zhixian who was standing behind him fiddling with something, cutting mangoes.

As he turned his head, he said, "Be careful, don't cut your hand."

"I've always been able to cook." How could he cut his hand?

His tone was like admonishing a child.

Qi Yanjing explained to her, "There is no connection between the two. Even if you are very skilled in swordplay, I still have to remind you to be careful."

Wen Zhixian thought about it and agreed: "Then you should be careful too."

Hearing this, Qi Yanjing found it interesting.

After she cut the mango into pieces, she pinched a piece of mango with her hand and put it to Qi Yanjing's mouth.

After Qi Yanjing ate the mango, she took out a juicer that had not been used for a long time from the cabinet, rinsed it with water, put the mango in, and added water to squeeze it together because she was afraid it would be too sweet.

After about two minutes, she poured out the juice, squeezing two cups of juice from four mangoes.

The juice was placed on the table, and I took the bowl and chopsticks and sat down to wait for dinner.

She picked up her phone and sent a red envelope to the employee group: [Everyone has not had a rest for the past ten days. Thank you for your hard work.]

They all replied thanking the boss and giving him a lot of love, except for Zhou Qishi, who was the most conspicuous one, who replied: [It’s not hard, but my life is hard. ]

She replied with an emoticon that I couldn't understand.

Week 7: [6.]

"It's time to eat."

She put down her phone and ran over: "I'm coming."

While eating, Qi Yanjing said to her, "I have an exchange meeting tomorrow and won't be back for dinner. You have to eat by yourself."

Wen Zhixian nodded: "Okay."

"You can go out to eat tonight instead of cooking, or I can order dinner for you."

She had just had her stitches removed, and I was worried she might get bumped into something while cooking in the kitchen.

Suddenly, I remembered the scene where she hit her arm on the table in the kitchen, and the bleeding that day.

In the car that day, his white shirt was stained with blood, so he was very afraid that Zhiyan would be injured because of his negligence.

I can’t bear the thought of it.

So for safety reasons, I suggest that she go out for dinner.

"Are you so worried about me?" She picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it into her mouth.

He stared at her calmly and replied seriously: "Yes, I am scared."

"Okay, I'll go out for dinner and come back after dinner." She looked at Qi Yanjing and smiled: "Is this okay?"

Qi Yanjing nodded with satisfaction, "Okay."

"Then drink less."

"Okay." To be honest, he had no choice before. Even if he wanted to drink less, he was not allowed. But now it may not be the case. Since everyone knows that he is linked to the Qi family, no one dares to let him drink more even if he doesn't want to.

I already had this feeling when I was in school.

Anyway, he has a wealthy family, so even if he doesn't stay in school, he can still go home, and no one will make him unhappy.

"My mother gave me another jar of honey last time. I can make you some honey water when I come back tomorrow."

She still remembers the big jar of honey she gave to Gu Yuchen!

Damn!

When he thought about the last time when Qi Yan Kyoto didn't get to drink a spoonful and he even gave away a can, it would have been fine if he had given it to Gu Yuchen to drink, but when he thought that he didn't like these and they might have been thrown away, he felt very regretful.

Why would he give it to me even though he doesn't like me?

Of course it’s because I think I can move others, and maybe they will drink it at some point. It’s a gamble mentality.

It turns out that people should not have a gambling mentality, and gambling dogs lose everything.