Mr. Ji who eats seriously is a good man

Bai Qiao is not a person who likes to worry, not to mention his brain can't think that much.

After being comforted by Jim Mingyun, he was happy again after a while.

Ling Zi went home, and the eldest brother would not know that he had a swollen head and could still be taken in by an interesting beauty.It's perfect.It's a pity that I didn't see my elder brother liking that young lady.Well, it's okay, see you next time!

"Your house is so beautiful." Bai Qiao looked around and praised sincerely: "Yes, it's just a bit too clean." After he finished speaking, he felt embarrassed and stuck out his tongue: "Did I not express myself well? right?"

Jim Mingyun stroked his eyebrows: "I'll help you apply the medicine first." Either it's clean or unpopular.This apartment is a place where he occasionally has sex with people, not his home.Xianglai entered the door and went straight to the big bed, pulled up his trousers, smoked a cigarette and left, deserted like a model room.

Jim Mingyun has been in the society for so many years, and guarding against others has already become a deep-rooted way of thinking.

The cheerful Xiaobai boss changed his slippers, but he couldn't wait to run to the kitchen.

After looking at all the empty chests of drawers and refrigerators one after another, he walked back with a face full of shock and disbelief: "Mr. Ji, don't you have to eat at home?"

"Uh..." Mr. Ji took the spray and patted the sofa next to him: "I have a teahouse, and sometimes I eat there. Or come back and order takeaway."

"Ah," Bai Qiao believed, his expression turned into pity: "You are so pitiful."

The poor Jim Mingyun grabbed the child's wrist and said rudely, "You are so long-winded."

Sitting there, Bai Qiao's thin body was tense, and he muttered softly: "Be gentle, it hurts... Hiss, I don't want Mr. Ji..."

From Jim Mingyun's point of view, the young man with his face upturned and his eyes closed, the light covered his smooth face, which was as white as fine porcelain, and his fluttering eyelashes were like the wings of a dying butterfly, flustered and anxious. Helpless, but tightly tugging on the man's sleeve, with instinctive dependence and longing.

Jim Mingyun froze and instantly hurt Baiqiao.

The young man took a breath and stepped back, opening a pair of clear round eyes, full of accusations: "Mr. Ji, did you do it on purpose? You said that I am afraid of pain, but you still use such force. If you don't believe me, let me poke you and try?" "

Jim Mingyun suddenly rejoiced that when he went out to talk tonight, he changed into a black business casual style for convenience, and the pants were just a little thick.

"That boy is your boyfriend?"

Bai Qiao was stunned for a moment, blinking his eyes: "Is Ling Zi? He's my younger brother. What... what boyfriend..." The boy's voice became softer as he spoke, his ears turned red like red crystals.

Jiming Yun thought about it: "Do you like me?"

"Ah?" Bai Qiao panicked, clenched his hands together and then loosened them, not knowing what to say.How did you see it: "Actually, no, no, that..." It's either two words or it can't be said, how hurtful these words are.

"It's fine if you don't." Jim Mingyun put the cap on the bottle and stood up: "You can stay here, whenever you want to leave, just close the door."

Bai Qiao stood up after him, puzzled: "Mr. Ji, what do you mean? You don't live here?"

"I have a room in the teahouse." When the words came to his lips, Jim Mingyun didn't say the word "go home": "There is only one bedroom here, which is inconvenient."

"It's convenient," Bai Qiao raised his face, alas, why is he so short, 1.7 meters tall, it's really hard to see people: "I don't take up space when I sleep." After speaking, he patted his chest complacently: "And I sleep It's pretty honest, and it won't affect you."

Jim Mingyun stared at him for a long time, until Baiqiao couldn't hold back anymore, and playfully stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the man's eyes.

"it is good."

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"Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji..." The devil's voice came into his head in sleep, and he repeated repeatedly: "Wake up, hey, don't mess with my hair before I comb it..."

Jim Mingyun exhaled impatiently, and before his consciousness fully returned to his brain, he closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to comfort the cheek of the man who called him, um, the hand felt very smooth: "Don't make noise, my dear, you are so energetic. How about another morning meeting..."

"What morning meeting?" The man grabbed his fumbling hand in distress: "Mr. Ji, don't make trouble, itchy. I want to ask you how to get to the vegetable market. I'm not familiar with your area."

food market?

Jim Mingyun opened his eyes suddenly, and the face of a boy with a little baby fat came into view.

However, Bai Qiao kept asking with a curious look on his face: "Mr. Ji, what is a morning meeting? Do you also run a company? Do you have a meeting for many people every morning? It's just like... just like the show on TV." ?" Ha, thanks to my wit, I swallowed the words of my elder brother's company and gave myself a thumbs up.

"You." Jim Mingyun's old face was rare, and he forced himself to be calm: "It's a dream. You go to wash up first, there is a shared bathroom next to the kitchen, and there are disposable toothbrush sets in the drawer."

"I'm done washing up." The young man had an expression of "I'm smart, please praise me": "You told me last night before going to bed."

The man had a strange expression, a little awkward and unnatural: "Then go to the living room and watch TV."

"But I don't like watching TV." Bai Qiao couldn't help but reached out and touched Jim Mingyun's shiny black hair, enviously: "Your hair is really nice, shall I comb it for you?"

Jim Mingyun looked at the bathroom door a few steps away, with a sad expression on his face.

"I'll go to the bathroom to wash up and take you to the vegetable market."

"Okay, okay," the young man still didn't know what avoiding suspicion meant, and sat on the edge of the bed happily: "You go, I'll comb your hair for you after you wash up."

Jim Mingyun looked at him seriously, pursed his lower lip, slowly lifted the quilt and sat up.

The man was shirtless, only a pair of cotton pajama pants hung around his waist.The long black hair is scattered on the shoulders, the obvious muscle groups on the chest and abdominal muscles and arms are firm but not too strong, and the warm and harmless appearance of a loose Chinese-style white shirt has faded away. Looking at it now Lazy and sexy, but also full of male hormones.

If the monstrous long hair, the strong and perfect figure, and the slender legs against the sky are nothing, then the place where the big thorn puts his pajama pants out of the magnificent tent at this moment is inevitably eye-catching.

Jim Mingyun was observing Baiqiao's reaction.As expected, Bai Qiao looked there, and said loudly, "Mr. Ji, are you urgent to urinate? Go quickly, holding back your urination is not good for your health."

Mr. Ji, who was getting out of bed, staggered and almost fell.

Going to the vegetable market at seven o'clock in the morning is a bit fresh.

Jim Mingyun looked disgusted, looked at the vegetable leaves, mud and water stains all over the floor, and felt that he couldn't get out: "Why don't I drive you to the supermarket."

"No." On the other hand, Baiqiao became much more excited, and stretched his neck to look around: "The vegetable market is fresher, so I don't go to the supermarket. Mr. Ji, what do you like to eat?"

"I'll make porridge right away. Do you want salty porridge or sweet porridge? Or the plain multigrain porridge is fine. By the way, Meiling porridge is actually very good. It uses soy milk with yam, lily, glutinous rice, old rock sugar..."

"I can do it." Jim Mingyun looked at the child stuffing things into the refrigerator, and then looked at the clothes he was wearing last night: "I'll buy you a few sets of clothes for you later."

"Ah? It's okay." Bai Qiao smiled, picked up a plate of eggs and stuffed it into the refrigerator: "It's hot now, I wash my clothes and pants at night, and I can dry them in the morning, so I don't need to waste money."

In his heart, Jim Mingyun labeled this child as not very rich, hard-working and simple, and felt a little pity for no reason: "I gave it to you. It's such a hot day, what do you do with only one set of clothes?"

Suddenly remembered something, Boss Ji's eyes twitched: "I was only thinking about getting you pajamas last night, but I didn't get underwear." In fact, among the only clothes left here, there is no Baiqiao to wear panties.They are not the same size.

Bai Qiao stuck out his tongue childishly, and was a little careless in joy: "Hey, pajama pants are enough. I sleep at home, and I like to sleep without clothes, but my elder brother will kill me."

Jim Mingyun felt that his nosebleed was about to flow out, so he reached out to wipe his nose in embarrassment, and said without words: "Is it okay if your shop is closed?"

"It doesn't matter." Bai Qiao was thinking about what to eat first this morning after eating so much: "My elder brother didn't want me to open a shop at first, and said I didn't make money to make a fuss...Mr. Ji, you can eat eggs. ?"

Jim Mingyun sighed, gave up and continued to ask: "Yes. What do I need to do?"

"You wait to eat." The previous sentence was still a very caring little warm man, but the next sentence was a little heartless: "Anyway, you don't know anything except ordering takeaway."

A long-lost aroma wafted from the kitchen.Oh no, to be exact, it was a scent that this room had never had before.

Jim Mingyun was sitting on the sofa, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression was a little lost.

"Let's eat, Mr. Ji, are you hungry?" Bai Qiao smiled and probed. The funny apron on his body was given by the shop where he bought the seasoning just now. The words XX Chicken Essence, and a fat hen: " I made a way of eating that I created myself, don't hold it against me."

On the long plate in front of him was a dish that I didn't know whether it was a staple food or a side dish.Steaming hot looks good, smells good, too.

Bai Qiao brought a glass of lemonade and put it in front of Jim Mingyun, and sat down by himself, pointing to his own identical things, and introduced each of them: "I first fried a pork tenderloin patty, and then I used olives on the side of the pot. Stir-fried chopped tomatoes and parsley in oil, seasoned with black pepper and salt, boiled the tomato sauce over low heat, then moved it to the side of the meatloaf with a spatula. Finally, beat an egg, cover and simmer for 1 minute, serve I sprinkled croutons before the table, and it was crispy in the oven. Try it, it’s delicious.”

Looking forward to seeing Jim Mingyun gracefully take a bite of the meatloaf, Baiqiao opened his eyes and leaned over slightly: "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious." Jim Mingyun nodded and sighed: "Your cooking is so delicious, I can't bear to return the snail boy, what should I do?"

"Then why don't you come to my shop to eat often in the future?" Bai Qiao looked like a little civet cat with its tail cocked.

"But there's nothing I can do about breakfast. I can't get up so early." Jim Mingyun teased him in a good mood: "Isn't it cruel to eat such a perfect breakfast and never expect it again?"

Bai Qiao was also drawn in by empathy, and scratched his ears anxiously: "Then what should I do? Or, I come to live every Friday and make you breakfast on Saturday morning?"

The speaker has no intention of innocence, and the listener also wants to have no intention but cannot do it.

Jim Mingyun put down his fork: "Baiqiao, are you so nice to everyone?" Are you so unguarded?

"That's not true." Bai Qiao wrinkled his nose and acted very childishly: "Some customers are very impolite, pick and choose food and talk loudly. I am not willing to cook for such customers even if they give money. But big brother Both Lingzi and Lingzi said that the customer is God.” The young man looked a bit depressed: “It’s not bad to have customers, and they can basically finish their food. But they talk on the phone while eating, I think my food is just being eaten. It’s so pitiful to treat it as something to fill your stomach. You don’t have it, Mr. Ji, you eat seriously, you are the best.”

"Little fool." Jim Mingyun stretched out his hands and rubbed his hair without saying a word: "Eat quickly, I'll take you to buy clothes."

Bai Qiao replied crisply, and reached out to touch his forehead while the other party was not paying attention.

It's so depressing, it doesn't seem to hurt that much, and it's much smaller.It won't be so soon that you can't see it at all, right?