Little Gods

09

Wrapped in a quilt, Suqiong skillfully sat on a three-legged chair.

"What's your name?" Lin Fu asked.

Su Qiong said honestly, "My name is Su Qiong."

Lin Fu asked casually, "Which word? Wang Jiajing's Qiong or the sky's Qiong?"

Su Qiong smiled brightly: "It's not, it's the poor one."

"..." Lin Fu silently took a deep breath.

Who gave this name?Brainless?

Suqiong lowered his head shyly: "I chose this name for myself, because I think it suits me quite well."

"..." Lin Fu looked at him in pain.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.

"It should be my assistant. You should sit down." Lin Fu saw that Su Qiong was wrapped in a quilt and it was difficult to move, so he hurriedly got up and went to open the door.

Assistant Xiao Zhang stood at the door with a few shopping bags, and said respectfully, "Boss Lin, I've bought it."

"Give it to me." Lin Fu took the shopping bag and handed it to Su Qiong, "I don't know if it fits, so you should keep it."

Suqiong, who hadn't worn new pants for two years, had bright eyes, like a child unwrapping presents, and took out a pair of shiny tight leather pants from the shopping bag, with a vertical zipper on the buttocks...

Lin Fu suddenly felt like a pervert, he gave Xiao Zhang a sideways look, and quickly dismissed the blame: "I didn't let you buy this kind of thing."

Xiao Zhang stood aside calmly: "Sorry, Mr. Lin, there are other styles."

...Miscalculation, I thought it was a coquettish bitch.

Su Qiong blushed, quickly stuffed the leather pants back, and then took out a pair of simple jeans from the second shopping bag.

"I'll wear this." Su Qiong said, fondling the brand-new pants cherishingly, his eyes shining with joy from the heart.

"...Okay." Lin Fu was stunned for a moment, quickly pulled Xiao Zhang up to the door and turned his back, waiting for Su Qiong to change his pants.

Su Qiong put down the quilt that had been wrapped all morning, and walked a few steps around the room wearing new trousers, and said happily, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good..." Lin Fu hesitated for a moment, and swallowed the words "you look in the mirror", because Suqiong's house didn't seem to have a mirror.

"Take the rest back." Suqiong stuffed the other shopping bags to Xiao Zhang, "You only damaged a pair of my pants, so there's no need to pay so much."

"..." Xiao Zhang took the shopping bag expressionlessly.

Heh, man, are you trying to get our President Lin's attention?

Lin Fu nodded helplessly, took out his mobile phone, and said, "Leave me a contact information."

Su Qiong asked timidly: "Are you still going to contact me in the future?"

"Yes." Lin Fu's temples thumped, "Maybe our company needs to distribute leaflets temporarily."

Su Qiong wondered: "I don't have a mobile phone."

Lin Fufei said quickly: "The landline."

However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that it was nonsense.

Sure enough, Su Qiong apologized, "I don't have a landline either."

Lin Fu: ...

Seeing that Lin Fu's expression was not very good, Su Qiong quickly reported a series of numbers, and said, "You can call Auntie Li next door and tell her to find Su Qiong."

"Okay." Lin Fu calmed down a little, and lowered his head to mark the number.

Su Qiong said cautiously: "But try not to call if you have nothing to do, it will trouble Aunt Li."

Lin Fu looked pained: ...

Xiao Zhang supported Lin Fu: "Boss Lin, slow down."

Interesting, you are the first person who dared to talk to our President Lin like that.

Lin Fu calmed down for a while, then struggled and said, "At least let me treat you to a meal and express my apologies, isn't this too much to ask?"

Su Qiong's small face burst into light instantly: "Okay."

Lin Fu breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and told Xiao Zhang softly, "Book me a private room at La Seine."

It was a very expensive local French restaurant.

However, Su Qiong didn't understand at all.

"Can we... eat roast duck?" Su Qiong swallowed his saliva full of anticipation, "There is a store selling it in the nearby market. I can smell it every day when I pass by when I go home. It smells so good."

"Yes." Lin Fu's eyes were slightly sour, and he turned to Xiao Zhang and said, "No order, let's eat roast duck."

Xiao Zhang: "Okay, Mr. Lin."

Congratulations, Mr. Lin has noticed you.

10

The three went downstairs together.

The black car that hit Suqiong yesterday was parked downstairs, Xiao Zhang quickly walked over and opened the door.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Su Qiong's face: "Can we walk?"

Lin Fu asked, "Why?"

Su Qiong cautiously stood two meters away from the car, as if he was afraid of staining the car, and said: "Such a luxurious car, if I get in it, it will probably break."

Lin Fu smiled disbelievingly: "Impossible."

A true materialist is fearless!

"Really, I have very bad luck with money. If I touch precious things, they will be broken." Su Qiong still insisted, "It only takes 10 minutes for us to walk there, it's very close."

Lin Fu didn't want to continue arguing about this boring issue, so he said with a sullen face, "Get in the car."

Su Qiong didn't dare to make him angry, so he got into the car dejectedly, as if he was trying to minimize the contact area between his body and the seat.

The car started.

"Look, it's not broken." Lin Fu said kindly.

Su Qiong blinked and looked at him sadly.

Lin Fu tried to get rid of Su Qiong's inexplicable superstition, and said earnestly: "You think that precious things will be broken if you touch them, but there is no basis for this kind of thinking..."

Before the words were finished, there was a muffled bang, and blue smoke rose from the hood of the car.

Su Qiong pursed his lips and apologized, "The engine seems to be burned."

Lin Fu: ...

Su Qiong quickly opened the door and got off the car. Standing three meters away, he lowered his head and tugged at the wrinkled hem of the down jacket, saying, "I'd better get out of the car, or it will explode later."

Lin Fu: ...

"You find a way to fix the car." Lin Fu said something to Xiao Zhang who looked confused, got out of the car with his coat in his hand, and walked up to Su Qiong.

Su Qiong bit his lips sadly: "I'm sorry, I broke your car."

Lin Fu, a staunch materialist, shook his head and said with a relieved smile, "It has nothing to do with you, it's just a coincidence."

Su Qiong lowered his head listlessly: "It's all my fault, I shouldn't be lucky..."

Lin Fu slightly lowered his head and looked down at Su Qiong. His jet-black hair was a little messy covering the back of his fair and soft neck, which made people want to touch it.

"Let's walk." Lin Fu rubbed Su Qiong's hair, and threw his coat over his shoulder, "You lead the way."

"Ah...Okay." Su Qiong was stunned by the touch.

Lin Fu pretended to look at Su Qiong's hand that he just touched, and joked, "My hand won't be broken, will it?"

Su Qiong explained seriously: "No, it only works on inanimate things."

"..." Lin Fu silently closed his mouth.

Ten minutes later, Lin Fu, in a suit and leather shoes, with two long legs bent, sat on a bright green plastic ponytail. Wearing disposable gloves, he tore off an oily duck leg and placed it on a disposable foam plate. Handed it to Su Qiong, said lightly: "Eat."

"Thank you." Su Qiong took the plate with both hands like a holy family member, picked up the duck leg and took a big bite, chewing contentedly, his eyes were black and bright, like a little hamster hoarding food.

Lin Fu glanced at him, continued to focus on shredding the roast duck with his hands, dipped the whole piece of meat in sauce, rolled it up with small pancakes, added it to Suqiong's foam plate, and said, "Eat slowly, if you don't have enough, ask for more."

"Okay." Su Qiong chewed something, answered vaguely, and then quickly lowered his head.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Fu frowned, took off the disposable gloves, and pinched Su Qiong's chin to make him look up.

That pitiful little face was full of tears, the lips were glistening with oil, the bulging cheeks were still moving, the eyes were full of tears, but the curved face was still smiling.

"The roast duck is so delicious!" Su Qiong swallowed a mouthful of food, and smiled tearfully, "You are really a good person, I am so happy."

"Then eat more." President Lin felt sour, and almost cried, completely unaware that Su Qiong's logic seemed a little strange.

"Okay." Suqiong wiped away his tears, and gnawed the duck leg carefully, not even the fascia covering the bone remained.

"..." Lin Fu suddenly felt that his heart was about to be shattered by this duck bone.