Li Qiaojun was surprised: "This ointment is not yours?" ”

"No, I don't have the habit of going out with medicine." And it was the last bottle for him.

Li Qiaojun slowly took back the medicine box and deduced the general situation.

This bottle of medicine should have been dropped by the eldest brother, who inadvertently saw Xu Jidong trying to mistreat Xiaolu, rescued Xiaolu and put her in his car.

That's how it should be.

In his living room, there are many oil paintings of sunflowers.

"What a lot of sunflower paintings!" Lin Xiaolu turned around and asked, "Do you like sunflowers very much?" ”

Li Qiaojun was attracted by Lin Xiaolu's voice, but he was fascinated by the scene in front of him.

The snow-white shirt and plaid skirt on Lin Xiaolu's body were blown by the wind from the balcony.

She was like a girl in a sunflower field.

For a moment, Li Qiaojun seemed to see the figure of another person overlapping with it.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly in a daze? Lin Xiaolu stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"These paintings of sunflowers were given by a friend."

"I also like sunflowers, in the direction of the sun, try to live, I think this friend of yours, must want you to be happy every day."

Lin Xiaolu looked back at these paintings and found that every painting hanging on the wall was showing their life, and even the sunlight was so rendering.

"It's a really good drawing."

Li Qiaojun suddenly had a thought in his heart, only to see his Adam's apple slide and take Lin Xiaolu to a room that he never let people into.

I haven't even been in it.

Lin Xiaolu noticed that his mood seemed to fluctuate a little, and he didn't dare to disturb him, so he followed him silently.

As soon as the door opened.

There are rows of easels inside, and the windows are closed, like an airtight secret room, but the potted plants in the room are vibrant.

The paintings on the easels are covered with a white cloth.

Li Qiaojun ripped off all the white cloth on the easel in the past, Lin Xiaolu was frightened by his behavior, but in the next second, he was attracted by the painting on it.

"These paintings ......"

The paintings on the easel are all sunflowers, and it can be seen that the person who painted them is very careful to imitate the paintings outside, but-

"What do you think of the drawing?" Li Qiaojun didn't look back.

Lin Xiaolu said: "Although it is imitating the sunflowers outside, the sunflowers in this painting have no vitality, as if they are walking dead, the soul has been hollowed out, and only the body remains, is this what you painted?" ”

She asked cautiously.

Li Qiaojun paused for a while and said, "No." ”

Lin Xiaolu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, these paintings give people a world-weary attitude, it's not as good as the paintings outside, and I'm not in a good mood when I look at them." ”

Li Qiaojun walked to the closed window, opened the lock, and pushed open the dusty window for a long time, and his eyes couldn't be opened from the sunlight.

The wind blew, and I heard him sigh and say, "It's time to throw it away." ”

Where did Lin Xiaolu dare to speak out, she was still reflecting on whether she had said the wrong thing, could it be that these sunflowers were painted by Mr., and he denied it because of his face?

Oh no, I just said so much nonsense.

What soul has been hollowed out, only the body remains, what is she talking about?

Just when Lin Xiaolu was so embarrassed that he was about to lose his self-esteem, Li Qiaojun smiled gently.

"I'll ask the hotel to bring breakfast, let's have breakfast together."

Seeing that he was really not angry, Lin Xiaolu breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't be so troublesome, just do it yourself." ”

"I don't know how to cook." Li Qiaojun said calmly.

"And would you like to try what I did?"

"Let's go, I'll take you to the kitchen." Li Qiaojun pointed out the door.

Lin Xiaolu followed him out and found that Li Qiaojun didn't lock the door, she was about to lock the door, but then Li Qiaojun said: "Don't close it, these paintings have been in it for too long, let them breathe." ”

"You don't open the door often, but the plants in your house are growing well, don't they need to photosynthesize?" Lin Xiaolu wondered.

Li Qiaojun was amused by her: "Those are all new, if you came here the day before yesterday, they won't look like this." ”

No wonder, she said, how can a plant grow so vigorously in a room that has not been opened for many years.

The ingredients in Li Qiaojun's refrigerator were all prepared by the maid, but the maid only came to cook at night.

There are all the ingredients in the refrigerator, Lin Xiaolu has chosen a few healthier ingredients, and she can't cook some expensive seafood.

Li Qiaojun leaned against the kitchen door, looking at Lin Xiaolu's busy back, and suddenly wanted time to stop at this moment.

What he used to want most was to live an ordinary day with his beloved, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, without any intrigue or family infighting.

However, he overlooked one thing, everyone's pursuit is different.

Lin Xiaolu noticed that there was a line of sight behind him looking at him, so he turned around, and Li Qiaojun walked in: "Is there anything you want to help with?" ”

He unbuttoned the cufflinks of his shirt and was about to help, but Lin Xiaolu asked, "Will you cut it?" ”

This made Li Qiaojun ask and shook his head.

"And do you know how to cook it?"

Li Qiaojun said frankly: "No." ”

"So don't bother you, go to the living room and watch TV, I'll be fine soon."

Li Qiaojun was kicked out of the kitchen, and when he picked up the remote control, the scene just now came to his mind, but he put the remote control down and picked up the mobile phone on the side.

He then called his secretary and asked her to prepare some recipes for him tomorrow.

The secretary thought he had misheard: "Mr. Li, don't you like to go into the kitchen?" ”

Li Qiaojun glanced at the back of the busy kitchen, and said for a while: "I suddenly think that cooking is also quite interesting." ”

"Got it, Mr. Li, I'll go and prepare."

The secretary had just hung up the phone, and suddenly someone threw the documents down, and she saw that it was the difficult Jian Youran.

"Jane's help."

"Was it Qiao Jun's phone just now?"

"Yes, it's Mr. Li."

Knowing that Li Qiaojun asked the secretary to prepare the recipe, Jian Youran had a big alarm in his heart, he never liked to cook, how could he make an exception, who asked him to make an exception.

Could it be the woman outside the airport?

"Where is Qiao Jun now?"

The secretary was frightened by her raging arrogance: "Originally, the company had a meeting, but an hour ago, Mr. Li said that it would be postponed and reopened, and he didn't say where he was going." ”

Jian Youran left angrily, and the secretary didn't care how he called.

On the other hand, Lin Xiaolu quickly cooked the meals, all of which were simple home-cooked dishes.

"How?" Lin Xiaolu stared at him nervously, she had tried it in the kitchen, and the taste was definitely fine, but she was not sure about Li Qiaojun's taste.

Li Qiaojun took a bite and deliberately didn't comment, but Lin Xiaolu's nervous appearance made him reluctant again.

"It's delicious." It may have tasted worse than the maid's, but it was the best he had ever tasted.

"That's good!" Lin Xiaolu can eat with confidence.

Li Qiaojun saw the bite marks on her wrist and remembered what happened last night.

He put down the dishes and chopsticks: "If you still want to walk the catwalk in the future, I can recommend some familiar model studios, with my relationship, they will take care of you." ”

Lin Xiaolu had palpitations, and hurriedly shook his head and said, "I will never touch the modeling industry again in the future." ”