"Don't eat it."

Qiao Yuxin pursed her lips, her face full of embarrassment, she didn't expect her to cook so unpalatable.

Bei Shao Han glanced at Qiao Taroxin, stood up with a long and straight body, and turned around and entered the kitchen.

Qiao Yuxin sat obediently, not daring to follow up and disturb the man's cooking.

The kitchen was extremely quiet, not like the fighting when Qiao Taro was cooking, and she couldn't help but look in.

I only saw the man's tall figure......

Ten minutes later, the fragrance wafted out, and Qiao Taro shrugged her small nose, her glass-like eyes dyed with anticipation.

"Okay? North Shao Han! ”

She smelled the scent and was a little hungry.

I saw Bei Shaohan holding a large bowl of noodles and putting it in front of her, on which were lying quietly two poached eggs and green vegetables, tempting her appetite.

"Eat."

Bei Shaohan sat down in his place, picked up the original rice bowl, and was about to eat chicken wings.

Qiao Yuxin frowned, this noodle can't be the only one to eat, right?

"Bei Shaohan, you eat what I made?!"

I'm afraid that even pigs don't want to eat what she makes......

Bei Shao Han didn't answer, but his elegant movements expressed his will, chewing slowly and methodically, as if he was eating a delicious meal.

"Don't eat it, it's unpalatable."

Qiao Yuxin was anxious, so he pressed his hand on Bei Shaohan's big hand, which felt a little rough, but it was thick and warm.

Bei Shaohan lightly hooked his lips, his sexy mouth slowly ate the meal, his face was calm, in fact, the things made by the little woman were not so unpalatable.

When he was on a mission, he ate even more unpalatable food.

"I ate your hard work."

Bei Shaohan held Qiao Taroxin's small hand and emptied all the scrambled eggs and chicken wings with tomatoes and fell into his stomach.

Qiao Yuxin had no choice but to eat the noodles made by Bei Shaohan himself, looked at the poached eggs, and couldn't help but catch his rice bowl:

"Here you go."

A hint of amusement flashed between Bei Shaohan's eyebrows, and he didn't refuse, he picked it up and ate it, I'm afraid that the person who cooks can't eat his own craft.

The relationship between the two heated up again because of this trivial matter.

Qiao Taroxin's right foot gradually improved, almost a week later, and half of the military training passed, Qiao Taroxin went back to continue training.

The instructor took more care of the delicate-looking girl.

Qiao's family

Soon after Qiao's father signed the contract, Mr. Zhao urged Qiao's father to fulfill the contract.

The night was sultry, Qiao's family fell into a calm, there was no roar of Qiao's father in the past few days, Qiao's mother and Qiao Jing's life was much better.

Qiao's mother only thought that Qiao's father had taken care of the company's affairs, and there was no worry about bankruptcy.

"Let's all have a glass of milk."

Qiao's father put two glasses of milk in front of Qiao's mother and Qiao Jing, his voice was indifferent, and his expression was unclear.

"Old Joe, are you changing sex? They even made us milk. ”

Qiao's mother picked up the milk and laughed, but her heart was very ironing, and her husband knew how to be considerate.

Qiao's father's eyes flashed slightly, and he was silent, tonight was the last night to make an appointment with Mr. Zhao for delivery.

Qiao Jing didn't doubt him, thanked Qiao's father happily, and then took the milk and drank it.

"I'm a little sleepy, go back to my room first."

Qiao's mother got up, wondering in her heart, she was still full of energy when she watched TV just now, why did she suddenly yawn and get sleepy.

Qiao's father responded, his expression was slightly relaxed, and stuning Qiao's mother was the first step in implementing his plan.

When Qiao's mother went upstairs and returned to the room, Qiao Jing also felt a little dizzy, she watched the TV and fell asleep in a daze.

Qiao's father turned off the TV, picked up Qiao Jing, left the house, and went to the garage instead.