Leaning on the warm embrace, Ge Feifei's heart instantly softened.

Qin Nanqian kissed Ge Feifei on the forehead: "I will find a suitable opportunity to talk to my mother." ”

At least Qin Nanqian didn't say that Ge Feifei was rude to his mother. At this point, Ge Feifei has no reason to regenerate Qin Nanqian's anger.

Cuckoo!

Ge Feifei's stomach was in a tantrum.

Qin Nanqian apologized to Ge Feifei: "I'll just order a meal." You wait a few more minutes. ”

Pucheron packs a meal for Ge Feifei.

If Ge Feifei doesn't eat it, he doesn't give Pu Chelang face: "Don't waste money." It's hot here. Meals are not too cold. ”

"It's not like I can't afford to eat." Qin Nanqian took out his mobile phone and found that his mother's mobile phone was not in his pocket, and frowned: "I didn't change my clothes if I knew it." ”

Qin Nanqian changed his clothes and wanted to look better for Ge Feifei, Ge Feifei comforted Qin Nanqian: "I have received your wishes." I don't want to waste food. ”

Ge Feifei insisted, and Qin Nanqian was also afraid of angering Ge Feifei again: "Listen to you." I'll go get some drinks. ”

Ge Feifei opened the bag and placed the meal on the table.

Qin Nanqian took two cans of coffee from the refrigerator, opened the lid, and handed Ge Feifei a bottle.

Ge Feifei took a spoon and took a sip of coffee, and suddenly felt much better.

Qin Nanqian stared at Ge Feifei's meal.

Ge Feifei suddenly understood: "Husband." Have you not eaten? ”

Qin Nanqian nodded.

"I thought I could have a big meal with you. I deliberately didn't eat. ”

For the sake of Qin Nanqian attaching importance to himself, Ge Feifei felt distressed: "You have injuries on your body." Meals must be ordered. ”

Qin Nanqian sat on the chair opposite Ge Feifei and opened his mouth.

Ge Feifei had to feed Qin Nanqian.

Half an hour later, Qin Nanqian and Ge Feifei finished eating a boxed lunch. Qin Nanqian felt very happy.

"I also have to do market research so that I can accurately judge market trends. You'd better go back to the hotel where you stayed. Do you want me to call Qin Zeming over? Ge Feifei took the lunch box and the empty coffee can into the bag.

Qin Nanqian begged.

"Wife. I respect your work. I'll be here waiting for you to come back. You go early and come back early. ”

Qin Nanqian had already made concessions, and Ge Feifei would be unkind if he didn't agree: "Then you stay in the room." Don't go out randomly. ”

Qin Nanqian was happy.

"You come back and knock on the door. I'll be sure to open the door for you right away. ”

Ge Feifei carried his bag, went out with a garbage bag, and closed the door gently.

Qin Nanqian lay on the bed and stretched his waist: "Finally coaxed my wife." It's not easy for me. ”

After a few minutes, the landline on the bedside table rang.

Qin Nanqian answered.

"Who?"

Qin Zeming's voice came from the other end of the phone: "President." It's me. I saw the young lady and that Pucheron go out. Do I want to track or not? ”

Qin Nanqian thought for a while: "Forget it." I trust my wife. You can also go back to the hotel and rest. I'll call you if there's something. ”

"Okay." Qin Zeming breathed a sigh of relief, he could finally hug the pillow on the bed.

Qin Nanqian put down the landline, leaned on the pillow, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

This slept until eight o'clock in the evening.

The phone on the bedside table rang again, and Qin Nanqian turned over and reluctantly answered the phone.

"Who?"

On the other end of the phone was Jiang Yiyan's voice: "Nan Qian." It's time for you to change your dressing. ”

Qin Nanqian opened his eyes, he didn't see his wife Ge Feifei, and then looked at the watch on his wrist, and immediately sobered up, guessing that something might happen to Ge Feifei.

"Dr. Jiang. I'm in a hurry. I won't talk to you anymore. ”