Desire possesses, unable to escape from the palm of my roommate's uncle

Seeing Jiang Qiwu running around for her, Fu Miaoxi felt a little embarrassed, but at the same time, she sincerely felt that he was like a perfect housekeeping robot.

Not only does he work efficiently, but he also provides great emotional value.

While he was out, Fu Miaoxi shared her recent imagination with Jiang Qingyan.

"Uncle, why does Jiang Qiwu seem like a clockwork robot? You don't always put on a stern face and scold them in front of them, do you?"

Jiang Qingyan saw that there was finally some spirit in Fu Miaoxi's eyes, and his heart, which had been tense all day, relaxed a little.

"What are you thinking about? Qiwu is very careful and never compromises on things he has been told."

[Wow, he's a pretty good guy.]

"like him?"

Hmm? How did this get to the point of liking someone? Remembering what Jiang Qiwu had said yesterday about Jiang Qingyan seeming jealous of Li Zhen, Fu Miaoxi's eyebrows curved into a crescent shape.

[How could that be? I love my uncle the most.]

Jiang Qingyan had already lost his initial composure in the face of Fu Miaoxi's jokes. His eyelashes trembled, and he looked up at Fu Miaoxi and asked, "Do you like me the most?"

Fu Miaoxi nodded without any psychological burden.

"Why didn't I see it?"

Fu Miaoxi tilted her head, leaned forward and hugged Jiang Qingyan.

Jiang Qingyan was very pleased with this. He put one hand around her waist and with the other hand pulled the quilt that had slipped down back onto Fu Miaoxi's shoulders.

She even tried to sound unromantic: "Cover yourself with the quilt. If you catch a cold again, you'll be causing yourself more trouble."

Fu Miaoxi struggled to stand up straight, and her mouth pursed as if she was about to hum.

She suddenly thought of something, lowered her head to type, and then put the phone screen against Jiang Qingyan's face.

[Uncle! You're just being stubborn! Jiang Qiwu said you were jealous a few days ago!]

"Jealous?" Jiang Qingyan frowned. Really? Fu Miaoxi hadn't even seen a male mosquito these days. Who was he jealous of?

He said I gave you Assistant Director Li's phone number, and you got angry.

If Fu Miaomiao hadn't told him, he would have really forgotten about this.

Jiang Qingyan pinched Fu Miaoxi's face with one hand: "You can't memorize my phone number? How come you can memorize Li Zhen's?"

"No! I'm worried that giving out your personal phone number will cause you unnecessary trouble!"

Fu Miaoxi slapped her hands off her face, looked at Jiang Qingyan aggrievedly, and made the word "pain" with her mouth.

Jiang Qingyan rubbed Fu Miaoxi's face: "Sprout. Stop talking and wait until your throat feels better."

[I'm not spoiled! It must be you, my uncle, who's talking nonsense with Jiang Qiwu. What's the difference between him looking at me now and looking at a porcelain vase in a museum?]

"You and Qiwu have such a good relationship?"

[…Actually, I feel a bit embarrassed to bother him with everything. I have hands and feet.]

"You've been sick recently, and your hands and feet are injured. Don't force yourself."

"But if you don't mind Qiwu, that's fine too. You're on winter vacation soon, so if you want to go out, be sure to take him with you."

Fu Miaoxi opened her mouth, feeling a little embarrassed.

"what happened?"

[Uncle, I want to find an internship at a company during my winter vacation...]

"Internship?" Jiang Qingyan was stunned. He didn't expect that Fu Miaoxi had plans in this regard.

[Yes, I want to earn some internship salary, otherwise I will just be idle during the winter vacation.]

"Is this how you usually do during your holidays?"

Fu Miaoxi nodded, then shook her head, and typed out an explanation for Jiang Qingyan: [It was hard to find a suitable internship during my freshman year, so I sold clothes in a women's clothing store and worked as a laborer in a printing shop.]

Jiang Qingyan rubbed his brows and softened his tone, "Can you stay home this winter break? Or, if you really want to find a suitable internship, I can ask someone to find one for you under the Jiang family."

"But even so, you have to take Jiang Qiwu with you when you go out."

Fu Miaoxi opened her mouth awkwardly, wanting to speak, but could only mumble: […Is something wrong, uncle?]

Jiang Qingyan wrapped Fu Miaoxi in the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed while holding her.

"Recently, I've had conflicts of interest with a number of companies in J City. Many of their family businesses are deeply intertwined. I've become a target of public criticism, and I don't want to push you out as a target again."

"To prevent someone from plotting against you, you must take Jiang Qiwu with you when you leave me."

Fu Miaoxi nodded. She also understood the importance of the matter. Making money is not as important as life.

But she still needs to think carefully about how to spend this winter vacation.

In the afternoon, Jiang Qingyan was holding a meeting in the study. Fu Miaoxi was wrapped in a quilt and lying on the bed playing Push Box with Jiang Qiwu's mobile phone. Jiang Qiwu was standing by and watching her push the box.

"Assistant Li should bring your phone to you shortly, Miss."

Fu Miaoxi nodded, and suddenly thought of something, and typed it to Jiang Qiwu: [Are my computer and tablet still at school? ]

"Your backpack is in the boss's study. Your computer and tablet should be in there. What do you need?"

Can you help me get my tablet?

Jiang Qiwu left as he was told.

Looking at his back, Fu Miaoxi always felt that it would be strange if she went out for an internship and brought such a grown-up with her.

After a while, Jiang Qiwu came back not only with Fu Miaoxi's tablet, but also with a plate of sliced ​​apples.

"Miss, please eat something."

Jiang Qiwu stood by the bed holding a fruit plate, watching Fu Miaoxi open her social account and deal with the messages.

"Miss, are you going to... do handicrafts?"

Seeing her negotiating the price with others for a long time, comparing prices on Taobao, and placing orders for a bunch of cheap and affordable materials, Jiang Qiwu was a little surprised. Is Miss Fu short of money?

Upon hearing this, Fu Miaoxi looked up at him, gave him a mischievous smile, and wrote something on the tablet for him to see.

My uncle said, if I don't make money making figurines this winter, I'll have to take you to a restaurant to wash dishes (*?????)

"Why?" Jiang Qiwu was very confused. "If I need to make money, there are many other ways. Why would the boss be willing to let you wash dishes?"

It's over, this is an honest man.

Fu Miaoxi's eyes rolled around as she continued, "Because other jobs require ID checks, dishwashers can be temporary."

Jiang Qiwu didn't say anything else, but just stood aside, frowning as he looked at Fu Miaoxi's draft design.

After finishing one picture, Fu Miaoxi felt a little sleepy.

She wanted to hold on, but Jiang Qiwu took away her tablet.

"Miss, your current medicine contains a tranquilizer. If you feel sleepy, you should get some rest."

Fu Miaoxi opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but found that her voice was hoarse and she had no way to resist, so she had to pull the quilt and lie down obediently.

Jiang Qiwu saw her breathing gradually stabilize, so he tiptoed out of the room and knocked on the door of Jiang Qingyan's study.

"Come in."

"Boss." Jiang Qiwu came in and got straight to the point: "If you're worried about my identity being exposed, you could find her another job. Why are you letting her be a dishwasher?"

Jiang Qingyan understood every word of this long string of words, but he couldn't understand a single word when they were put together.

“Who am I going to let be the dishwasher?”

Jiang Qiwu was stunned for a moment, but still answered respectfully: "Miss Fu Miaoxi."

Jiang Qingyan rubbed his forehead and said, "If you have nothing to do, go find Aunt Xun and tell her you want to wash the dishes tonight."