The little assistant walked outside from the office, his steps were still weak, the expression on his face was frozen all the time, and he didn't dare to look back, and the colleagues who passed by looked at him with sympathy.

The poor child has only been employed for less than half a year, and I am afraid that he will have to leave with a cover.

Ten minutes later, he carried two bags of soup powder into the office, and at this moment, Luo Chu climbed onto the desk and sat down, holding a book bigger than her head in her arms, and her two small short legs dangling in mid-air.

The little assistant was scared enough, this... Why did this little girl climb onto the boss's table!

If this is discovered, will it not be a disaster?

He hurriedly put down the bag in his hand and lowered his voice, "Little girl, this is the table, you can't sit, come, uncle will carry you down..."

Luo Chu blinked and looked in the direction behind him, Luo Qinghe walked slowly in a wheelchair.

As soon as the little assistant's hand touched Luo Chu's clothes, he felt a yin wind blowing behind him, and a biting chill hit, slowly devouring himself, he stiffened and turned around, facing the iceberg face of his boss.

I saw Luo Qinghe's Gujing Wubo's eyes fall on the hand of the little assistant, who inexplicably had a gloomy feeling, as if he was being targeted by something, and his heart was furious.

"Old... Boss..."

The little assistant stammered, Luo Chu couldn't bear to look at it directly, put down the book in his hand, and jumped off the table, Luo Qinghe noticed her movements, her pupils shrank, and she was unconsciously relieved to see her land safe and sound.

Luo Chu naturally noticed his reaction, trotted to his side, and smiled, "There's something to eat." ”

Luo Qinghe smelled a faint fragrance, and seeing that the time was almost 1 o'clock, he raised his hand and hooked the tip of the little girl's nose, "Next time, don't climb so high, what should I do if I fall?" ”

The tone was a little helpless, and there was a bit of pampering that he couldn't even detect.

The atmosphere instantly became milder, and the little assistant fled in a hurry.

There are only two people left in the office, Luo Chu and Luo Qinghe, the soup powder bought is very large, the arrival of autumn is a little cold, Luo Chu's little meat hand gently covers the side of the disposable box, feeling the warm temperature, and feeling that the heart is warm together.

The soup box was bigger than Luo Chu's face, she grabbed the chopsticks, carefully poked into the noodles, and stretched her little head to open her mouth.

The poor little vermicelli hadn't entered her mouth yet, and with a "snort", she slipped from the chopsticks and returned to the soup, splashing two or three drops of soup stains, so dead and alive, it splashed on Luo Qinghe's white shirt opposite...

Luo Chu's gaze followed his chopsticks and moved to Luo Qinghe's shirt sleeve, the white color was like a brand new fabric, and the soup stains were blurred one by one, and the contrast was very strong.

For a moment, there was an eerie silence in the air.

Luo Chu swallowed nervously, quietly lowered his little head, and didn't dare to look at Luo Qinghe's expression at all, how clean he was, he knew better than anyone else.

Luo Qinghe glanced at his sleeve, his face was uncertain, but he was not angry, he just reached out and took the small lid and took the chopsticks in Luo Chu's hand.

After the chopsticks in the latter's hand were taken away by him, he quickly raised his head, staring at Luo Qinghe with big round eyes, and his little head was covered with several huge question marks, and he didn't give himself a ???

I saw Luo Qinghe holding chopsticks in his hand, and the disposable chopsticks looked particularly high-grade in his hands with a pair of white jade, he took some vermicelli and green vegetables out of the soup box, put them on the small lid, and finally put them in front of Luo Chu.

Luo Chu looked at him stupidly, a little incredulous, this is... Feed yourself?

Was Luo Qinghe such a caring person?

Luo Qinghe saw her staring at herself, her big round eyes were spinning, a little funny, "Don't you eat it, it will be cold later." ”

"Eat!" Luo Chu immediately took the chopsticks, took a small bite of the vermicelli with a small lid, and secretly raised his little head to look at Luo Qinghe.

Luo Chu's hot gaze fell on his lightly opened lips, and he always felt that his share of soup noodles was more delicious.

Luo Qinghe quickly noticed this hot gaze, and saw that she was still staring at herself, the noodles on the lid had not been eaten yet, and her voice was warm, "It's cold?" ”

Luo Chu shook his head, "I think your portion is more delicious." ”

Luo Qinghe: "..."

Luo Zhi used to often eat from his own bowl and think about his bowl.

So, this... Is it hereditary?

...

In the afternoon, Luo Chuan and Yanxuan went out to run errands, and Luo Chu followed Luo Qinghe to a place, which was not a stranger.

Yilin Chess Hall, a place she used to come to when she was a child.

Luo Qinghe doesn't have many hobbies, he can count them, that is, he has nothing to do to play Go, but Luo Qinghe's strength is unfathomable, and Luo Chu wanted to play chess with him when he was young, but he didn't have that strength.

Therefore, I often come to this chess hall, and there are often professional chess players in this chess hall, and there are many retired old men, and many parents will send their children to study.

The master is also like a cloud.

Back in her hometown, she didn't really feel much, maybe a little... Guilty.

"Mr. Luo, please come here." A young man in a cotton jersey led the group of three to the chess hall.

The people in the hall are concentrating on the game, and they don't have time to take care of this side, Luo Chu followed Luo Qinghe's side, looking at the road past, it seems that he is going to the mysterious Xuanqing chess room...

Is he going to talk to Director Lin?

According to the rules, Luo Chu was really blocked from waiting at the door.

In the chess room, the gray-haired old man sat on a rattan chair, with an unfinished game of chess in front of him, and the black and white chess pieces were already a little dusty, and it was not difficult to see that the chess game had been around for some years.

"Curator, Mr. Luo has arrived."

The young man took Luo Qinghe into the chess room and left.

Luo Chu was not curious about the chess room, and when he was bored, he simply walked around and watched others play chess.

There was a lot of talk in the aisle.

"Someone is coming to the Xuanqing chess room!"

"Isn't the Xuanqing chess room not allowed to enter?"

"It seems that the senior brother brought it in personally! Could it be that person? ”

"I saw it, it was a man... Not that person. ”

"That's weird..."

"Who?" Curious questions were raised.

"The person who the old curator is waiting for is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl."

"What are you going to do with a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl?"

"You don't know that! That's the closed disciple that the old curator has always wanted to receive, isn't there a chess game in the Xuanqing chess room that hasn't been played? ”

"I know this, I went in to clean it before, I touched it, and I was fined for copying the book... Harm! ”

The man said mysteriously, "That chess game was made by that person and the old curator a few years ago, but unfortunately, he ran away before he finished playing, and our old curator has been waiting until now..."

"What kind of bet?" The gossip heart is ready to move.

"I also heard from others, it is said that if you lose, you will be the granddaughter-in-law of the old curator!"

Someone exclaimed, "The old curator has a grandson? ”

"Shhh

Luo Chu stood behind the crowd and heard it clearly, bet?

She pursed her lips, and there was such a thing... How did she not know?