If the reminder fails, you will be teased

Luo's parents and Luo's mother are both university professors, and they pay attention to quality education.Luo Wangshu has been taught by the two since he was a child, he treats people with humility and courtesy, plus he looks good, he is a very likable boy.

But today, he was forced by Qiao Wei to start a barrage of foul language in his heart, which was still uninterrupted.If he hadn't been holding back, he would have yelled out a long time ago.

Qiao Wei's house is full of dangers.

Luo Wangshu defensively opened the refrigerator not far from the kitchen counter. The vegetables and meat in it seemed to be quite fresh. He took some out and looked at the complete kitchen utensils. He couldn't help but start to suspect that the man said Things that I can't cook by myself.

"You don't touch the spring water with your hands, and there are so many dishes in the refrigerator?" Luo Wangshu felt that the trust between people began to disintegrate further.

"Auntie Housekeeper bought it." Qiao Wei replied calmly. "Something happened to her family these days, so she asked for leave."

Alright, alright, Luo Wangshu sighed resignedly,

He took out a kitchen knife from the knife rack, turned his head and looked at Qiao Wei who was packing up his treasures in the living room, and wanted to ask him what his taboos were.

Just as he was about to speak, Luo Wangshu decided to put down the kitchen knife first, otherwise he would not know what anti-human behavior the other party would do against common sense. He was afraid that he couldn't help but slashed at him with the kitchen knife to defend himself.

"Is there anything you don't eat?" Luo Wangshu asked him.

"Yes." Qiao Wei pushed the mannequin back to his study, walked out again, sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, and smiled at Luo Wangshu. "But do you think the housekeeper will buy my taboos and put them in the refrigerator?" After speaking, he looked him up and down with a look of caring for mentally handicapped children.

I will endure.

Luo Wangshu turned his head and took a deep breath, then looked back: "Then, is your taste lighter, or stronger?"

Qiao Wei smiled, and parted her thin lips lightly: "Anything is fine."

Then he came according to his own taste.

Luo Wangshu first scoured some rice, poured it into the rice cooker and steamed it, then skillfully cut the vegetables, heated the pot, and after a long time of tossing, he brought out three dishes that looked pretty good, and a takeaway vegetable soup.

"Not bad." Qiao Wei sat at the dining table, leaning his elbows on the table. "You can cook at a young age."

"My mother said that if a boy doesn't know how to cook, he won't be able to ask for a wife." Luo Wangshu put a bowl of rice in front of him, and then filled another bowl for himself.

"Your mother taught you these?" Qiao Wei smiled and picked up a piece of meat, which tasted really good.

Luo Wangshu buried his head in his meal: "My dad taught me."

Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows: "Could it be your father cooks in your house?"

"Yes." Luo Wangshu laughed twice and nodded. "My father loves my mother very much. We have been married for more than 20 years. The number of times my mother enters the kitchen can be counted on one hand."

Qiao Wei nodded: "Emotions want to train you to be his successor."

Originally, Qiao Wei wanted to add something teasing him later, but the food on the table was so delicious that he subconsciously shut his mouth and swallowed the remaining half of the sentence along with the few pieces of meat.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it." Luo Wangshu shrugged. "If you know how to cook, at least you won't starve to death if you move out after graduation."

As he said that, he also picked up a piece of chopsticks and was about to stuff it into his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the front wall cabinet connected to the kitchen...

That appetite was gone all of a sudden.

Qiao Wei watched him put the food to his mouth, but he didn't bite it down. From time to time, he glanced resentfully at the closet. He felt it was funny, and jokingly said, "You have an appetite in the mortuary, huh?"

Luo Wangshu couldn't help but glared at him, stuffed the dish into his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing it seriously.

Qiao Wei was a little taken aback by the other party's stare.

Luo Wangshu is very good-looking, still the kind of good-looking who has not had time to be polluted by the worldly society, with a little baby face, looks a little small, but not too immature.

Those eyes were undoubtedly the most noticeable of all the features.The eyelids are noticeably doubled but not exaggerated, and the eyelashes are curled and slender.The pupils are big and bright, very clean.

Because of the food in his mouth, his cheeks are a little bulging.Just frowning slightly and staring over...

Qiao Wei hurriedly lowered his head, took a mouthful of rice to cover up his inexplicable panic just now.

"Actually, simple home-cooked dishes are not difficult to learn, and cooking by yourself can better cater to your own taste." Perhaps feeling that the atmosphere suddenly became dull, Luo Wangshu cleared his throat to break the silence. "You can't hire a housekeeper for a lifetime, can you?"

Qiao Wei raised the corners of her lips again: "It's been like this since I was a child, I'm used to it."

Luo Wangshu paused the action of picking up vegetables, wondering if something happened to this person's parents, and slowly raised his eyes to look at him.

"Both parents are still alive." Qiao Wei looked at him with a smile. "It's just that I rarely live with them."

Does this guy have mind reading skills?

Luo Wangshu subconsciously leaned his body against the back of the chair, pulling a little distance away.

"It's not that I have mind reading skills." Qiao Wei stopped picking up vegetables, stretched out a finger, and pointed the fingertip at him with a smile. "It's that whatever you say is written on your face."

Luo Wangshu's heart skipped a beat, and he tried his best to put on an unsmiling look: "You must be of mixed race, one of your parents is a foreigner? Do they all live abroad?"

"Yes." Qiao Wei was amused by his pretended serious expression, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times. "My dad is Italian. But I grew up in China and rarely had contact with them."

"You lived in China by yourself since childhood?" Luo Wangshu was taken aback for a moment.

"My dad has been working abroad all year round, and he doesn't want to come to China to settle down. My mom doesn't want to go to Italy with him. After a few years of marriage, they started to separate and have a cold war, and then divorced." Qiao Wei shrugged nonchalantly, her tone was calm It's like telling someone else's story. "I really like China, so I followed my mother."

"Then you didn't live with your mother?" Luo Wangshu asked cautiously. "You haven't had any contact with her either?"

"I was kicked out by her." Qiao Wei raised the corners of her lips.

Luo Wangshu was stunned again: "Why?"

"She remarried later, and I didn't get along with the new family. There was a dispute after living for a long time, and she was so angry that she let me go, so I simply followed her heart and I was at ease." Qiao Wei looked at him with a smile. "When I was in school, I was only given living expenses every year, and I couldn't go home during the Chinese New Year."

In the final analysis, there are still some problems in the family.Luo Wangshu's heart softened, and he blinked his eyes.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Qiao Wei propped up his arms and leaned forward, his eyes filled with amusement. "Do you feel sorry for me?"

Luo Wangshu was embarrassed by his eyes: "It's a little bit."

Unexpectedly, Qiao Wei would be kicked out by his family when he was still in school. Living outside for so many years, it must not be as easy as he just smiled casually.

"You are so simple." Qiao Wei sat up straight, smiled and shook her head. "It seems that you still don't know my details."

Before Luo Wangshu had time to ponder the meaning of the other's two words, Qiao Wei quickly spoke again, with a faintly rising ending, which was very nice: "I lied to you."

Luo Wangshu: "..."

He suddenly wished that what he was holding in his hand was not chopsticks, but a kitchen knife.

"It's just a novel routine that was popular a few years ago, and you still believe it. You—" Qiao Wei dragged out the ending and looked at him with a smile. "so fun."

fun! ?He is fun! ?

Luo Wangshu almost spat a mouthful of old blood into the soup.

He took a deep breath, and decided to ignore the guy in front of him who was smiling harmlessly on the surface, but was hiding the devil Satan in his heart.

Qiao Wei saw that he looked away directly and ignored him, smiled indifferently, lowered his head and continued to eat.

After the meal, Qiao Wei took the initiative to clean up the dishes, cleaned them and put them in the disinfection cabinet.

He walked out of the kitchen, looked at Luo Wangshu who was sitting upright on the sofa in the living room, and laughed: "I saw you so serious as soon as I came out, which made me a little flustered."

Luo Wangshu stood up, walked in front of him, and looked at him with a smile: "Mr. Qiao, look... it's getting late, why don't you hand over the manuscript to me now, and I'll leave today."

"Okay." Qiao Wei nodded, agreed very readily, and walked towards the study even more readily.

Luo Wangshu was afraid that the other party would lock him in the study again, so he immediately raised his vigilance and followed him closely.

Qiao Wei turned her head and looked at him helplessly: "So worry about me."

Luo Wangshu looked at him seriously, thinking about who gave you a criminal record, but said: "...I'm just interested in Mr. Qiao's room layout."

Qiao Wei smiled and did not expose him. He took out a metal-cased mini USB flash drive from the storage box in the corner of the computer desk, and turned to face him: "You seem to like to call me Mr. Qiao."

Luo Wangshu stared at the USB flash drive he held in his hand without blinking, and even began to worry that the other party would throw the USB flash drive into his mouth and swallow it in order to punish him: "Mr. That's all."

Qiao Wei deepened her smile, sandwiched the USB flash drive between her index finger and middle finger, and swung it left and right in front of Luo Wangshu's eyes, watching those shining eyes follow her fingertips back and forth with satisfaction: "It's okay, I believe you You'll soon get used to calling me by my first name."

After speaking, he took Luo Wangshu's hand and put the U disk directly into his palm.

Luo Wangshu looked at the USB flash drive in his hand, feeling like he was in a dream.

Did Qiao Wei really give him the manuscript so simply?

He stared at the USB flash drive for a while, then solemnly put the USB flash drive in the middle of his wallet and put it away, feeling that all the scares he had received today were not in vain.

"Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Qiao." Luo Wangshu curled up his mouth, smiling all the time on his pretty eyebrows. "Please do your best for the rest, we will contact you next month."

"Okay." Qiao Wei deepened his smile and deliberately repeated the other party's last sentence. "Next month, we will contact again."

Luo Wangshu successfully got the manuscript, and even his pace became brisk. When he walked out of Qiao Wei's house, he strode excitedly towards the elevator, just wanting to rush to the company to deal with business.

If he hadn't relaxed his vigilance at that time, he would have noticed that the smile in Qiao Wei's eyes was not as gentle and pure as it appeared on the surface.

When Luo Wangshu returned to the magazine with the manuscript, the entire editorial department almost exploded.

"You really got it!?" The editor next to him looked over with wide-eyed eyes.

Luo Wangshu bent his eyes, inserted the U disk into his computer, and smiled happily: "Yes."

"Unbelievable." The editor said with emotion. "Now is not the day set by the editor-in-chief... The big disaster can be delivered ahead of schedule... Is our company going to close down!"

"Go, go, go! Don't talk nonsense." The editor who posted it and watched her hurriedly pushed her with a smile. "Xiao Luo, check the manuscript first. If you are sure there is no problem, then hand it over to Editor-in-Chief Guo."

"Okay, thank you." Luo Wangshu smiled brightly at the man, clicked on the removable disk, and then poked open the only file in it.

The opened interface of the WORD document flashed across the computer desktop, and then the content was displayed in front of Luo Wangshu.

The fingers covering the mouse suddenly froze, and the corners of Luo Wangshu's mouth twitched.

The editor sitting next to him looked at the screen curiously, and saw a sentence written on the first line of the document.

— Guess I wrote the manuscript last night?

The 20-character "no" was actually copied below!It's all bold and bold!

Lying!groove!Qiao Wei is really good!

The editor glanced at Luo Wangshu with pity, patted him on the shoulder, and returned to his seat with a sigh.

Luo Wangshu boarded the QQ with a face of grief and anger, poked the fox away fiercely, and beat the keyboard until it made a "crack" sound: 【Qiao Wei! ! ! ! 】

The other party quickly replied to him: [You're not called Mr. Qiao this time? 】

Luo Wangshu could even imagine Qiao Wei's joking smile: [Where is the manuscript! ! ! 】

The other party sent a sentence: [I agreed to contact you next month. 】

Luo Wangshu pursed his lips: [Where is the manuscript! ! ! 】

The fox jumped twice, very confidently: [I didn't write last night. 】

Luo Wangshu took a deep breath and almost vomited blood: 【You didn't say that before! 】

The other party replied: [This is the important lesson that Teacher Qiao taught you today. 】

Luo Wangshu typed "?" angrily and suspiciously.

The other party replied: [Life is like this, you never know what will happen in the next second. 】

Luo Wangshu: "..."

The screen of "屮艸芔茻" was directly swiped in his mind, and he suddenly had an urge to lift the table.

The author has something to say: Qiao Wei: Do you like my manuscript?

Luo Wangshu: ...Where is my knife?