Make your ex-boyfriend cry? That's easy!

After getting in the car, Zhou Qi sat next to Jiang Yan.

He lifted his foot and showed Jiang Yan the faint mark on his shoe, looking a little aggrieved with his eyes downcast.

"Coach, you stepped on my shoes and made them dirty."

Jiang Yan glanced at him and felt that it was rare to see Zhou Qi looking so aggrieved. He couldn't help but rubbed Zhou Qi's hair, then put his feet on his legs, took two tissues from the front seat, dipped them in water and wiped the dust marks on his shoes made by his own steps.

"There's nothing to clean up in the car, so I can only wipe it for you like this."

Zhou Qi lowered his eyes and stared at him, then said "hmm" and said nothing more.

After a moment, Zhou Qi raised his hand and rubbed Jiang Yan's temple: "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Qi always remembered that Jiang Yan was carsick.

"A little, but not very serious." Jiang Yan nodded without being pretentious and raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows.

Jiang Yan's motion sickness has always been quite severe. Even if it is just a short distance from the gymnasium to the hotel, Jiang Yan will feel a little dizzy and nauseous, and his limbs will become weak.

Zhou Qi reached out to help him lower the car window a little, then took out an orange from his bag that he had secretly slipped in at some point, and carefully peeled the peel bit by bit. Then he handed the peeled orange peel to Jiang Yan: "This should make you feel better."

Then he lowered his head and carefully peeled off the white silk on the flesh, and personally served Jiang Yan one petal at a time.

Zhou Qi's fingers had distinct joints, and when they were stretched straight, they would curl up slightly, with blue veins popping out. He peeled the fruit vigorously, and his fingertips were stained with the orange juice of the orange.

This is a picture that will drive anyone obsessed with hands crazy and make them want to keep these hands away.

I don’t know if it’s really useful or just a psychological effect, but my motion sickness symptoms have improved a lot.

Jiang Yan pushed the orange slice that Zhou Qi had stuffed into his mouth towards Zhou Qi and said, "Try it too. It's quite delicious."

He gently pushed twice more, and the orange segments hit Zhou Qi's lips twice: "Eat it, you should taste the orange you peeled yourself, so eat it quickly."

Zhou Qi then opened his mouth, and Jiang Yan put the orange into his mouth with his own hand. He took a light bite, and the sour and sweet juice burst into his mouth.

These oranges are indeed delicious, and Zhou Qi’s effort and money in having them delivered urgently were well worth it.

Zhou Qi picked out a few, then pushed the bag of oranges forward, allowing the people in front to share it.

Fang Yuan stood up and leaned over the back of his chair, shouting, "Thank you, Dad Zhou! The oranges are super delicious!"

Zhou Qi smiled helplessly.

As soon as we arrived at the hotel entrance, Jian Fu came over and asked, "Captain, coach, would you like a midnight snack?"

Hearing this, Zhou Qi turned his head to look at Jiang Yan: "Is there anything you want to eat?"

Jiang Yan was indeed a little hungry. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Mala Tang, please."

He smiled and said, "It's the kind of spicy hot pot without any numbing or spicy taste, haha."

Zhou Qi nodded and patted Jiang Yan on the back twice: "Go back to your room and rest for a while, I'll be up soon."

Jiang Yan responded, turned around and got on the elevator.

Zhou Qi swung the car keys and said, "Let's go. Eat whatever you want. I'll pay for it."

Fang Yuan cheered and ran to the food street across the street first.

Chu Hua smiled at Zhou Qi and said jokingly, "Thank you, Dad Zhou. It's your honor to pay for it."

Jian Fu also smiled at Zhou Qi: "Thank you, sponsor!"

"Fuck," Zhou Qi laughed, "Fuck you."

They went to the food street, but Zhou Qi drove to a spicy hot pot restaurant on another street.

I personally packed a portion for Jiang Yan to take back.

When Zhou Qi pushed open the door, Jiang Yan was in the bathroom drying his hair. He poked his head out when he heard footsteps and said, "You're back."

Zhou Qi put the spicy hot pot on the table for him: "Well, I brought it back for you, eat it while it's hot."

"Okay!" Jiang Yan quickly dried his hair and ran out of the bathroom. Zhou Qi just happened to help him open the lid.

A faint aroma of vinegar mixed with coriander wafted towards him. Jiang Yan's appetite was whetted by the aroma, and the aftereffects of motion sickness disappeared instantly. He sat down on the stool, picked up the soup spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it to his lips, and then swallowed it.

The aroma of vinegar mixed with the fragrance of coriander and the light saltiness of soy sauce, the taste was just right to catch Jiang Yan's taste buds.

"That's the taste I like. Thank you...Xiao Zhou."