Chapter 921 Creating Opportunities for Solitude

"Grandpa's migraine is back!" At this moment, Fu Jia suddenly turned around and walked back to the restaurant while talking.

Qiao Wei immediately hurriedly turned his face away and pushed Li Yeting away.

Fu Jia came in, just in time to see Joe's only embarrassed expression, stunned, and then pretended not to see anything, walked to the dining table, picked up his coat and put it on.

"Serious?" Li Yeting looked at Fu Jia and asked.

Fu Jia glanced at the two children, considered it, and replied: "Not really, I had a seizure in the afternoon and was sent to the team's hospital, and now I called when I am much better." ”

"Then I'll send you there." Li Yeting got up and said.

"No need." Fu Jia stopped him and said, "Grandpa's illness is not a day or two, the attack is only for a while, and there is no need to be hospitalized, and there is no place to sleep if you go, just here, I'll just go alone." ”

After that, Chao Qiao said again: "You can live here today, you don't have to go back and forth, and the room will be cleaned up by Auntie." ”

She could see that this little couple needed an independent space at the right time.

Coincidentally, Fu Yuanshan called, and she was still trying to find some excuse to leave just now.

After she finished speaking, she glanced at the aunt on the side, and said: "The two children have eaten almost enough, you hurry up and clean up the table, let's go together, the old man's home remedies for migraine are only you can boil." ”

"Okay." Auntie nodded in understanding.

Qiao Wei was a little stunned and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, followed up the kitchen, and said, "I'll wash it, Mom, you should hurry up and go to grandpa's, you can't delay." ”

"No, Yeting has drunk too much, you can go and see him, there is a freshly boiled hangover soup here, you can bring it to him by the way." Fu Jia immediately handed Qiao Wei a bowl of soup and urged.

Joe held the bowl and looked down in a daze.

Li Yeting wasn't drunk just now, how could the hangover soup be boiled?

Fu Jia's acting component was a bit excessive, and Qiao only suspected that Fu Jia had deliberately poured wine into Li Yeting just now. Even the excuse of asking her to send hangover soup was prepared in advance.

Fu Jia gently pushed her towards the stairs, and whispered to her: "When Yeting called me in the afternoon before, he had already promised me that he would not care about Su Ruyan's idle affairs next time, and he would definitely not do it again in the future, if you send him soup now, just give him a step down, and he promised to climb up." ”

Joe only glanced at Fu Jia.

"Go upstairs to the room on the right." Fu Jia smiled at her again and said, "Grandpa is fine, don't worry." ”

Qiao Wei held the bowl, hesitated for a moment, and slowly walked to the door on the right-hand side of the second floor.

The door was hidden, and the sound of Li Yeting making a low phone call came from inside.

Joe hesitated for a few more seconds, reached out, and knocked lightly on the door twice.

Li Yeting heard the knock on the door, turned around and walked over, and while continuing to listen to the person on the other end of the phone, he helped Qiao Wei open the door.

Qiao Wei whispered to him, "The sobering soup that Mom asked me to send." ”

As he spoke, he crossed the night court and put the soup bowl on the bedside table next to the bed.

At the moment when he was about to turn around and prepare to go out, Li Yeting suddenly grabbed her and pressed her to the bed.

Joe was the only one half-crushed by him.

He was still listening to the phone in one hand in his ear, and his deep eyes were staring at Qiao Weiwei burningly.