Prodigal son

At eleven o'clock at night, the cook was carefully boiling the hangover soup. Behind him stood Butler Wang with a gloomy face. His eyes were like searchlights on his face, which made him shiver a few times.

Steward Wang's mood directly affected the thickness of their red envelopes at the end of the month, so the home chef accidentally sprinkled a few more grains of salt into the soup, and then added a little boiling water to the soup.

After making the sobering soup, he was relieved to see Steward Wang carrying the soup away with a cold face on a tray. Steward Wang usually had a kind face, but this sudden gloomy face was really scary, and he didn't know How much wine did the youngest let the youngest drink, otherwise Butler Wang wouldn't be so angry.

Qiao Jingan didn't sleep well, and the quilt that Qiao Chen covered him was thrown to the floor, exposing his white and tender legs. Qiao Chen sighed, bent down to pick up the quilt, and resigned himself to wrapping the quilt around Qiao Jingan's body, patting Patting him on the cheek, "Xiao An, don't kick the quilt." It was enough trouble to bathe him and change his nightgown before, and let his messy thoughts be thrown into the corner, for fear that Qiao Jingan would stumble and bump into something.

Opening his misty eyes, Qiao Jingan frowned, "Thirsty." His eyes were watery, his fair cheeks were still flushed, and he looked as pitiful as he could be.

Seeing him like this, Qiao Chen sighed helplessly, gathered the quilt again, got up and took a cup to the water dispenser next to him to get a glass of water, lifted Qiao Jingan into his arms, and fed him water resignedly.

Unconsciously rubbing against Qiao Chen's chest, Qiao Jingan turned his head away after taking two sips, causing Qiao Chen to almost pour water on him. Seeing Qiao Jingan frowning, he put the quilt on the side cabinet and asked worriedly, " What's the matter, Ann?"

"Headache." He rubbed his head into Qiao Chen's arms again, and stretched out his arms to wrap around Qiao Chen's waist, "It hurts."

Qiao Chen sighed, while stretching out his hand to rub Qiao Jingan's temple, he looked at the time on the wall. By this time, the hangover soup should be almost done. Originally, he wanted to buy hangover medicine outside, but he thought that everything was fake now. , in case those anti-alcoholic medicines are fake and shoddy products, it must be uneasy for Xiaoan. After thinking about it, the things boiled at home are reassuring.

There were two knocks on the door, and before Qiao Chen could speak, the person outside opened the door and walked in with a bowl of steaming soup in his hand, "Master, how is Second Young Master now? The hangover soup is ready, let him drink it soon."

Qiao Chen took the hangover soup, it was still hot to the touch, so he put it aside to enjoy the coolness.

Steward Wang looked at Qiao Jingan's frowning, and couldn't help but said, "Master, how can you take Second Young Master to drink? Second Young Master has managed to form a good habit now, so don't lead him into ruin again."

"Steward Wang, I remember you said before that Xiao An would be more at ease if I were like this." Qiao Chen sighed helplessly.

"When did I say that?" Steward Wang glared, "In the future, don't take Second Young Master to such a messy place, such a well-behaved and sensible child, anyone who looks at him will feel distressed." Seeing Qiao Jingan leaning on Qiao Chen, And Qiao Chen also carefully pressed Qiao Jingan's forehead, he couldn't say anything more, reminded Qiao Chen not to forget to drink sober soup for Qiao Jingan, then turned around and left the door, only shook his head and sighed after leaving the door, " The young master is getting more and more worried now, and the second young master is obedient." After thinking about it, he went to the kitchen again, and it would be better to prepare a light breakfast tomorrow morning.

After drinking hangover soup for Qiao Jingan, after a while, Qiao Chen was relieved to see that Qiao Jingan had fallen asleep, and covered him with the quilt before going to the bathroom to take a shower.

Thinking of what Qiao Jingan said, my mind was a little confused. After I changed into my nightgown and came out, looking at the young man who was sleeping peacefully on my bed, I suddenly felt that it was not that important whether this person was Qiao Jingan, at least now he was bleeding. The same blood as oneself, at least when living with oneself, is this person.

Going to the side of the bed and sitting down, Qiao Chen caressed the corner of the boy's lips, bent down and kissed his lips involuntarily, looked at the time on the wall, it was already early morning, got up and turned off the lights, and then walked back to the bed While lifting the quilt, he hugged the boy in his arms, smelled the familiar fragrance, and fell asleep deeply.

Between half-dream and half-awake, a blurry picture appeared in my mind, I saw a young man in red robe standing on the tower, with long black hair hanging down his shoulders, holding a white jade flute with his white fingertips, but this blurry figure has already let him go. People find it attractive.

"Master Duan" a woman in green clothes appeared on the tower, her eyes were full of brilliance.

The young man raised his head, it was an extremely handsome face, it was obviously an extremely unfamiliar face, but those eyes made people feel extremely familiar.

"Hmm..." A familiar voice came from next to his ear. Qiao Chen opened his eyes and saw that the sky outside the window was already bright. It will hurt more."

Qiao Jingan's complexion was a little ugly. Hearing Qiao Chen's words, he forced a smile, "Good morning, brother." But he put his hand down, and he didn't see the gaffe just now.

Qiao Chen's eyes darkened, then he smiled, pulled Qiao Jingan up from the bed, chose a set of clothes for him to change, and went to the bathroom to change.

Qiao Jingan looked at Qiao Chen's back, gently pressed his forehead with one hand, and frowned slightly. He got drunk so easily, and he didn't know if he made any jokes when he was drunk.

Looking at the empty bowl by the bed, he was slightly taken aback, got up and changed his clothes, at this time Qiao Chen also poked his head out of the bathroom, "Xiao An, come here and wash your face and brush your teeth."

Qiao Jingan nodded. Seeing his brother like this, he shouldn't have done anything scary, right?

Downstairs in the kitchen, the cook stared stiffly at Butler Wang, who was scanning the breakfast with critical eyes, a little wanting to cry. Could it be that Butler Wang has watched some suspenseful movies recently, and the trick of the bad guys is to poison the food, so Supervising his words and deeds so early in the morning?As a dedicated family cook, he feels a lot of pressure.

"Well, that's right, the second young master likes to eat these things." After scanning them all, Steward Wang nodded in agreement, and walked out of the kitchen satisfied after speaking.

The cook shook his head and sighed, "Butler Wang, you old man forgot that there are two things in this that the young master doesn't like to eat, and the young master is the one who pays them. You can't be partial like this."

When it was time for dinner, the cook deliberately ran out of the kitchen and observed the young master's expression in the corner. Well, he fed Er Shao a small mushroom soup dumpling, and the young master smiled naturally.

Let the second young master eat a bowl of chicken porridge, the young master smiled brightly, and then peeled an egg for the second young master, the young master still ate it obediently, and the young master's smile became even brighter.

The young master handed Er Shao another glass of milk, but was rejected by the second young master. The young master didn't seem to be angry, and put another small mushroom soup bag for the second young master.After drinking the glass of milk by himself, he also had a bowl of chicken porridge, which he didn't usually like.

The whole process of having breakfast was very harmonious. Steward Wang looked at the empty bowl in front of the young master. Did the young master like chicken porridge?As a cook, he hasn't noticed this yet, he is really incompetent!

"I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore," Qiao Jingan ate the third shiitake mushroom soup dumpling, and leaned on the chair to digest.

After dinner, because there was no class in the morning, Qiao Jingan was carried into the car by Qiao Chen. In the name of making Qiao Jingan familiar with the company, he let Qiao Jingan stay with him in a fair and honest manner.

This morning, the cook received the good news of a salary increase of 800 yuan per month from Butler Wang.So the cook suddenly realized a truth on this wonderful morning. In this family, the second youngest is the top priority, and the only function of the young master is to pay wages.

"Hey, I brought a little tail to work again." Shen Jun touched his chin and watched Qiao Chen and Qiao Jingan walk in through the main entrance, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the sales manager, "Dude, the lucky star Er Shao is here today." Now, you can explain the fact that your department did not meet the quota." The person who hung up on the sales department called the PR department again, "Miss X, you have to ask the president for the opinion of the listing plan that you failed this time."

"Well, that's right, the second young master is here, the CEO won't be in a bad mood, don't miss this opportunity."

After making all the phone calls, Shen Jun muttered in Qiao Jingan's direction, "Amitabha, Second Young Master, you are always our god." Let's take this opportunity to mention to the president about his delay in submitting the schedule.

Arriving at Qiao Chen's office, Qiao Jingan consciously went to the file cabinet next to him to find a book to read, and opened the file cabinet. He was delighted to find that the joke book in the cabinet had been changed again. He took out a book and ran to the sofa to sit down. He looked up cheerfully.

It wasn't long before Qiao Chen saw that Qiao Jingan was reading, and even his eyes narrowed into smiles, and he smiled helplessly. Sure enough, asking Shen Jun to buy some new joke books would still be useful here, and now he probably won't feel a headache anymore.

Managers from several departments came to the office for a stroll in the morning. Although Qiao Chen knew what they were thinking, he was always slack in management. Sometimes it was not a good thing to push the people under him too hard. , so when it comes to some small things, it is held high and put down gently.

On the contrary, Qiao Jingan's identity as the mascot became more solidified in the hearts of several department managers.

"President, the front desk called just now and said that there is a Miss An who wants to see you." Shen Jun knocked on the door and came in. He knew the identity of this Miss An in his heart, otherwise he would not have come to tell Qiao Chen without an appointment. .His eyes swept over Qiao Jingan who was leaning on the sofa and dozing, but where the second young master was, any woman would be ignored by the president.

This Miss An is good at everything, the only bad thing may be luck.