Out of the room and into the living room, Qiao Anmu was about to change her shoes, when she suddenly heard movement in the kitchen, and she walked towards the kitchen.

Seeing that Baby Niannian was busy in the kitchen, Qiao Anmu instantly felt distressed, "Baby, why don't you sleep for a while." ”

Qiao Zhinian was cooking porridge and turned his head to look at his mother.

"Mom, I've made porridge for you and Lemon, Mom can eat some and go to work."

Qiao Anmu looked at his son full of emotion, he was wearing a blue plaid sleepy, his black hair was a little long, he slept all night, his bangs were a little fluffy, but his little face became more and more handsome.

"Miss baby, didn't mom tell you? Don't get up so early, just let Erbao get up and do it, we Dabao will be responsible for health and well-being. ”

Qiao Anmu squatted down and kissed her son's little face.

I was so touched by my son's intimacy that I almost burst into tears.

"Dabao, I'm healthy, you don't have to worry, you really don't have to worry." Qiao Zhinian's white little hand gently rubbed the frown between her mother's eyebrows.

"Mom, don't frown, you'll get wrinkles."

Qiao Anmu was amused by his words.

"You, what should you do with your mother? Tell mom quickly, whose son is such an obedient and sensible baby? ”

Qiao Zhinian was a little speechless, but he still cooperated with his mother's mother, who was overflowing with maternal love, and said squeamishly: "Qiao Anmu's big baby." ”

"Mmmm, I'm so happy! Baby, Mommy loves you! ”

Qiao Anmu poisoned his son with shameless tea, and only then got up and took a bowl of porridge to eat, and then went to Huo Yunting's villa to make breakfast.

As soon as I entered the door, it was still spotless as I remembered, and everything was neatly placed.

The villa was empty and not a bit popular.

Qiao Anmu's gaze fell on the second floor.

Huo Yunting hasn't gotten up yet, but she has to work hard to cook for him and work for him.

Qiao Anmu was a little breathless in her heart, but she still obediently went to the kitchen to make porridge.

A certain beautiful boy is sick, and she can only take care of him a little more.

After all, he picked up his life by himself, and if he lost his life, wouldn't she be sorry for the terrible emotion that she had saved him in fear at that time.

In her heart, Huo Yunting is the most beautiful young man she has ever seen in her life, and he is overly good-looking.

She still remembers that when she went out of junior high school to read comics with Liu Xiyan and Jiang Baobao, she would occasionally see the beautiful boy in the comics, Huo Yunting's beauty back then and the delicate and overly beautiful figure of the beautiful boy in the comics overlapped, and she blushed and heartbeat when she saw it.

was also laughed at by Jiang Baobao and Liu Xiyan for a long time.

The beautiful boy only appeared for a short month in her life.

So she didn't mention it to anyone, and in her life, she thought they were just passers-by in each other's worlds.

Sure enough, since that time, she has never seen that beautiful boy again.

He was different from all the teenagers she had ever met, extravagant, clean, domineering, ruffian, but always smiling.

His smile always carries a lot of emotion, and he is not as dusty as other teenagers.

He has a big temper, and if he doesn't go the way, his heart will be calm.

Qiao Anmu always counted him down: "Don't rely on yourself to be sick, just lose your temper with me so shamelessly, people like you have grown up, who dares to marry you!" ”

Huo Yunting always teased her not-so-long head with a smile: "Little thing, of course you married me." ”

At the age of ten, she didn't know anything about love, but she still had the shyness of a little daughter, her eyes widened, and she yelled at him: "You think of beauty." ”

These memories seem to have become clearer when they met Huo Yunting.

Thinking about the past, Qiao Anmu quickly used the pressure cooker to cook the porridge.

Then he sat on the sidelines and took out his phone to take care of his own business.

Just now, Zhao Yining sent a message: [Boss, Qin Huaiyu has been in the clan horse fort. ］

Qiao Anmu smiled and replied: [Got it, keep an eye on him, money, there is.] ］

Zhao Yining: [Boss, I know that you won't let go of this opportunity, I'm ready to paint, you can paint as you like.] ］

Qiao Anmu: [Got it.] ］

The pressure cooker sounded, and Qiao Anmu remembered the time.

She stretched out her head and glanced upstairs again, but Huo Yunting still didn't move.

You're shit.

It's not like you're still angry.

She's all deflated, why is he still angry?

Cut, isn't it just a month together?

They didn't even remember each other's names.

Not even a friend, now it's a relationship between superiors and subordinates, and she's worried about a bird.

After thinking about the cause and effect of the matter, Qiao Anmu decided to do business.

The porridge was boiled, but there was still no movement.

Qiao Anmu was afraid of delaying work at work, so she went upstairs to call someone.

"Knock Knock ......"

Huo Yunting, who had already woken up, sat at the head of the bed, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and he looked sick.

When he heard the knock on the door, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

After a while, he spoke slowly: "Come in." ”

Qiao Anmu pushed open the door and stood by the door.

Looking at Huo Yunting's pale face, she was stunned for a moment.

This is...... Sick.

Cut, what physical fitness, so easy to get sick.

"Little thing, you're here." Huo Yunting looked at her slowly, and the surprise in her eyes flashed, did she find out that he was sick?

But this little thing seems to be his overture in disguise.

Qiao Anmu's voice was much calmer: "President, the porridge is ready." ”

Hearing this president, Huo Yunting's emotions that had just been brewing disappeared in an instant, and his face sank again.

Didn't he do it obviously, so that she didn't see it, he wasn't angry anymore?

He lowered his eyes slightly, and when he raised his eyes again, he looked at Qiao Anmu, still with that faint look.

He's sick, can't she see it?

He wanted her to take care of him.

Just like back then, she stayed by his side all day and night to take care of him.

He coveted that warmth.

Every time he was sick, when there was no one to take care of him, he thought about her desperately.

It was only by remembering the brief warmth that he could feel that she had been in his world.

"I ......"

"President, then you come down quickly, I'll go and bring out the porridge first." Qiao Anmu ignored Huo Yunting's expectant eyes.

The corners of Huo Yunting's lips moved, his eyes subconsciously and quietly looked at Qiao Anmu's departing back, and after a long while, he smiled self-deprecatingly, what was he expecting?

In this woman's eyes, there is no him at all.

Huo Yunting's whole person was groggy, but he was full of bitterness.

He hates to be sick, and when he is sick, he is very lonely, and he doesn't even have anyone to accompany him.

After sitting for a while, Huo Yunting got up and went to the bathroom.

When Qiao Anmu saw Huo Yunting again, he was already fully dressed.

Looking at each other, Qiao Anmu fell on his pale handsome face, and he couldn't bear it.

Turned around and poured a cup of hot water in front of him.

Huo Yunting raised his eyes, and his dark eyes as deep as the night looked straight at her like that.

Qiao Anmu ignored his burning gaze and handed him a pill, "Eat it." ”