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Luo Yuchuan put a piece of candied lotus root in Jiang Miao's bowl and asked, "Is he alright?"

"Well, the matter has been resolved." Jiang Miao put down the phone and breathed a sigh of relief, "There is nothing wrong with his voice. He is in a good mood. It should be all right."

Luo Yuchuan nodded: "Then you should worry less, he won't come back today?"

"Don't go back, the long-distance bus is closed." Jiang Miao took a bite of the lotus root and chewed it slowly.

"Then you..." Luo Yuchuan looked at Jiang Miao, but only half-spoken.

Jiang Miao was stunned, and suddenly realized what Luo Yuchuan hadn't said. He blushed slightly, and said, "I, I'll talk to him first when he comes back."

He wanted to wait for Wu Xia to come back before discussing with him about moving out. Before that, he would still live in the rented house.

Luo Yuchuan smiled, "I just want to ask, are you free after dinner? Go shopping with me."

Jiang Miao almost choked on the candied lotus root, gulped down a big mouthful of water, cleared her throat, and said, "What to buy?"

"Bedding." Luo Yuchuan said.

Jiang Miao froze again, blinked at Luo Yuchuan, and blushed even more.

Luo Yuchuan explained: "I want to change the bed sheet and quilt cover. I don't have much time to go shopping recently."

"Oh." Jiang Miao lowered her head guiltily, thinking to herself that she was thinking too much, "I'm free, are you going to get busy?"

Luo Yuchuan said, "Fortunately, I'm used to it."

He worked overtime until six o'clock this afternoon. He called Jiang Miao and found out that he hadn't had dinner yet, so he drove over and the two found a small restaurant to settle dinner. They will continue to work overtime when they go back.

Jiang Miao quickly took a few bites off the rice in the bowl and said, "Then let's hurry up and go back early after shopping."

"No hurry." Luo Yuchuan took a bowl and filled him with soup, "By the way, did Wu Xia say when I'll be back?"

"No," Jiang Miao shook his head, "He hasn't been back for a long time, and this time he will stay for two more days, so it should be considered a vacation."

Wu Xia in "Vacation" didn't have that leisurely mood. He was sitting in front of the small tea table in the hotel, holding a bowl, serving Qiao Ershao to eat with chopsticks.

Qiao Ruige leaned comfortably on the sofa, although one arm was dangling, it did not affect his young master's demeanor in the slightest, he ate his meal carefully and carefully.

One bite of vegetables, one bite of rice, one bite of vegetarian food, one bite of meat, not messy.

Wu Xia never had dinner with Qiao Ruige, but even if he was beaten to death, he would not believe that Qiao Ruige could be so delicate, it seemed like he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But he didn't show anything, he just followed Qiao Ruige's request and fed him food with chopsticks.

And he found that although this young master eats well, he is not very picky.

That is to say, the braised pork is too salty, the egg custard is too bland, the stir-fried vegetables are too old, and the rice is too soft.

At any rate, even though he disliked it, he was still willing to eat it when it was brought to his mouth.

Wu Xia just wanted to quickly feed the young master so that he could eat a few mouthfuls, and he was still hungry.

"That," Qiao Ruige suddenly nodded at the food on the small coffee table, "Leave it to me."

Wu Xia didn't know, so: "Which one?"

"Winter melon soup, pork ribs." Qiao Ruige stared at the winter melon pork ribs soup and said.

Wu Xia was speechless: "It's all for you."

"No, I want that piece, Zipai, nothing else, it's not easy to eat."

"I won't rob you either." Wu Xia wanted to sigh.

"Just in case, that's the one row, I'll watch."

Wu Xia took a deep breath and said, "I haven't started eating yet, so you can just say what you want, don't say it as if I ate all the good ones and won't give it to you."

Qiao Ruige looked at him and asked calmly, "Do you want me to feed you?"

Wu Xia froze for a moment, glanced at his dangling arm indifferently, and said, "Are you left-handed?"

Left-handed, you can't eat yourself, want me to feed you?

"No, I can feed you soup," Qiao Ruige glanced at the winter melon pork ribs soup, and then turned back to Wu Xia's mouth, "It's like you feed me wine."

Wu Xia stared at Qiao Ruige without saying a word.

Qiao Ruige raised an eyebrow at him.

Wu Xia smiled slightly: "Are you full?"

As he spoke, he put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, took out a tissue, leaned over and grabbed Qiao Ruige's chin with one hand and wiped his mouth roughly with the other.

He was angry, his hands were not serious, and the tissue was not a soft high-end product, so he wiped Qiao Ruige's lips slightly red and swollen in a few strokes.

Seeing Qiao Ruige's red and swollen lips, Wu Xia stopped her hands unconsciously, and glanced at Qiao Ruige with a little guilty conscience.

But he met Qiao Ruige's bright eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Wu Xia suddenly felt the intimacy revealed by his actions, he withdrew his hand abruptly, and the tissue was pinched into a ball in his palm.

He sat back, threw away the tissue, and said nonchalantly, "I should eat when you are full."

Qiao Ruige didn't speak, just moved his body, adjusted the angle of lying, bent his left arm to support his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at him quietly, eating.

Probably few people can eat without distraction under the so focused and silent gaze of others.

Anyway, Wu Xia couldn't do it.

The food was already cold, so he hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of food to fill his stomach, and then got up to clear the coffee table.

"Hey, don't you want to eat?" Qiao Ruige asked.

"Hmm." Wu Xia replied sullenly.

Qiao Ruige sat up and glanced at the tea table: "What a waste."

Wu Xia's subordinates kept working, and he didn't bother to give it to him out of the corner of his eye. He took it away and said, "Then I'll keep it for you. If you're hungry at night, you can have it as a supper."

There is only half a bowl of rice and a little soup base left. I don't know what position this young master who bought n times of useless lipstick just for fun accused him of wasting it.

Qiao Ruige leaned back again, and said lazily, "Go out and buy something for me after collecting."

Wu Xia put all the lunch boxes in a bag and threw them into the trash can. Hearing what he said, she asked suspiciously, "What do you want to buy?"

Qiao Ruige clicked his tongue: "Forget about the clothes, I have to change my underwear, right?"

Wu Xia was choked up for a moment, nodded, turned around and was about to go out.

"Stop," Qiao Ruige called to him, "I haven't finished yet."

Wu Xia turned to look at him again, took out her phone and opened the memo: "What else do you want, tell me."

Qiao Ruige bent one leg, put his left hand on his thigh and tapped lightly: "Toothbrush and toothpaste, towels, two towels, one for washing the face and one for bathing, as well as facial cleanser, razor, aftershave, oh, shaving I also need a bottle of beard cream, shower gel and shampoo, the ones in this kind of hotel are too bad..."

Wu Xia raised her eyelids to glance at him, said nothing, and quickly typed on the phone.

"Forget it... Forget it, I can't buy anything good in this small place. You can buy me a set according to the most expensive one, so I can make do with it." Qiao Ruige glanced at the big bed in the middle of the room while talking. At a glance, "buy another pair of pillows, this pillow is too soft and uncomfortable..."

"I said," Wu Xia interrupted him angrily, "Are you planning to live here for a long time? Why don't you move your family here?"

Qiao Ruige looked at him and smiled: "Oh, are you suggesting to me?"

Dazed for a moment, Wu Xia decided to remain silent.

Qiao Ruige smiled and waved his hands: "Forget it, just kidding, just towels, disposable underwear, nothing else."

Wu Xia's finger that was typing on the phone paused, tapped twice to exit the memo, put the phone back in his trouser pocket, went to pick up the garbage bag and was ready to go out.

"Hey," Qiao Ruige stopped him again, "Do you know what size you should buy for your pants?"

Wu Xia had already unscrewed the door lock with one hand. Hearing this, he turned his head and looked at him coldly.

"Oh, yes," Qiao Ruige smiled suddenly, "You have seen it, go ahead, don't buy a small one."

No matter how good the patience developed by work is, Wu Xia couldn't hold back after all, rolled his eyes at Qiao Ruige and slammed the door away.

The sound of the door slamming echoed in the small room for quite a while before Qiao Ruige smiled playfully with the corners of his mouth twisted: "It's still so spicy."

Lying on the sofa for a while, and swiping his phone for a while, the bored Qiao Ruige got up and turned on the TV. The LCD TV hanging on the wall is not sure if there is a quality problem, but the picture quality presented is quite eye-catching. Qiao Rui Grid looked at it twice and then turned it off.

He got up and walked around the room, then walked to the window and opened the curtains to look at the small street below.

Under the night, the small streets of the county town are not as prosperous as the provincial capital. Most of the shops on both sides of the street have closed their doors, and there are a lot of cars parked randomly on the side of the road, occasionally with a few battery cars and motorcycles. The streets are more crowded.

It was very quiet.Quiet and boring.

It's really boring.

If it wasn't for that person, I could have stayed in this place for 10 minutes... No, 3 minutes would be enough.

The phone rang, and Qiao Ruige slowly walked back to the sofa and picked up the phone that was thrown on the sofa. The phone displayed the name he had noted for the other party, "big beauty".

Qiao Ruige pressed the answer button and said, "Mom."

"Oh, Gege, are you hurt?" Mrs. Joe's concerned voice sounded immediately.

Qiao Ruige closed his eyes, swallowed a sigh, and said softly: "Mom, who has a long tongue to report to you again?"

"What?" Mrs. Qiao also used a coquettish tone in front of her son, "it was your brother who told me, and he also cared about you. How is it? Is the injury serious? Did you see a doctor?"

Qiao Ruige said: "It's okay, a little injury, it's been taken care of. How are you doing? Did you go to Europe this time?"

"We're fine. We're going to Venice tomorrow. I plan to stay in Italy for a while this time." Mrs. Qiao sounded in a good mood, and it seemed that Qiao Ruige's nervousness just now because of worrying about Qiao Ruige's injury had been overwhelmed by Qiao Ruige. His calmness was appeased.

"Then stay a little longer, and play as long as you want, anyway, you have Dad with you." Qiao Ruige said with a slight smile.

"No way," Mrs. Qiao's voice suddenly became worried again, "Ge Ge, you are injured, is there anyone to take care of you? Oh, I still don't feel relieved after thinking about it, the nurses still don't have their own people to handle the affairs properly..."

"Mom," Qiao Ruige interrupted her gently, "Yes, someone takes care of me."

He remembered Wu Xia's worried and concerned expression when the doctor put a splint on his arm in the hospital, and a smug smile rose from the corner of his mouth, and he said to Mrs. Qiao again: "Someone takes care of me."

"Who is it?" Mrs. Qiao was aroused by his determination and complacency.

Qiao Ruige paused, then said with a chuckle, "Friend."

Mrs. Qiao repeated with some doubts: "Friend?"

She still knows this son well. With such a great reputation as a romantic, as a mother, she doesn't interfere in his private life. She also knows that there is never a shortage of cronies around him, but it is very rare for him to label anyone as a "friend" few.

What's more, he is still a friend who can take care of him when he is injured.

"Does mother know?" asked Mrs. Joe.

"Wait for the opportunity." Qiao Ruige said.

"Oh, Gege, you... Hey, I won't tell you, let Dad tell you." Mrs. Qiao didn't know what happened, she sounded very anxious, and the person on the other end of the phone changed in an instant.

"Hey, Xiaoge, how did you get hurt?" Mr. Qiao's voice sounded much calmer, he asked the reason directly without asking about the injury.

Qiao Ruige looked down at the dangling arm, and said, "It's a little accident. What is Mom doing, she looks very anxious."

"Oh, she," Mr. Qiao said indulgently and pamperingly, "I saw a children's clothing store, and I couldn't help it."

"Children's clothes?" Qiao Ruige was surprised.

Mr. Qiao said: "Yes, I don't know why she suddenly fell in love with those children's clothes when I came out this time. They are indeed beautiful. She likes them very much. It's a pity that there are no children at home who can wear them. It’s so eye-catching, I said that she was not so interested in taking her to buy this season’s new bags.”

Imagining Mrs. Qiao's appearance in the children's clothing store, Qiao Ruige shook his head with a smile and said, "Buy it, buy it if you like it, as long as she likes it, it doesn't matter if anyone wears it, and you will be happy when you buy it." It’s okay, and it’s okay to send the children of those relatives.”

"I said the same, but she didn't want to." Mr. Qiao lowered his voice suddenly, "She said that the children of those relatives are not beautiful enough, and they don't look like that in their clothes."

Qiao Ruige smiled and didn't say much.

Old man Qiao Jiaqiao had two sons, and in Qiao Ruige's life, there were only two grandchildren, he and Qiao Xinda. He married his first love early, but unfortunately, an accident took the life of his wife, and the five-month-old fetus in his womb was not left behind.

There are only some children from relatives in the family. Mr. Qiao himself is not related to him. He has no brothers and sisters. His relatives are all relatives who beat around the bush. She came out with a cute and pleasing appearance, without any natural and pure childlike innocence.

It was not without reason that Mrs. Joe did not like them.

It's not that Qiao Ruige can't understand Mrs. Qiao's mind, it's just that he doesn't have the will to be tied to someone, to be bound by family life, let alone raising a child, which makes him frown and headache just thinking about it.

For Mrs. Qiao's thoughts, he can only pretend to be confused and ignorant now.

Besides, Mrs. Qiao would never force him. He knew that even if he had been a romantic man all his life, Mrs. Qiao would not blame him.

Not long after I hung up the phone with Mrs. Qiao, Qiao Ruige's cell phone rang again. Seeing the name displayed on it, Qiao Ruige frowned imperceptibly.

"Hi, brother." Qiao Ruige answered the phone and said lazily.

Qiao Xinda's serious voice came: "What are you trying to do?"

After a few seconds of silence, Qiao Ruige laughed dryly and said, "I thought you called to care about my injury, didn't you travel thousands of miles and report to my parents regardless of the time difference? Why, it turns out Are you here to teach me?"

The phone was also silent for a few seconds before Qiao Xinda said, "I heard that you played bridge with Mr. Yan and the others last night, and you took someone there and stayed in the clubhouse for one night."

"Ah, you can't hide anything from brother." Qiao Ruige sighed exaggeratedly.

"It's not enough to stay for one night, and you even pushed back today's schedule, and you got hurt in the end. It looks like you played very intensely." Qiao Xinda's serious and cold voice seemed to contain nothing It was hard to tell whether he was angry or just mocking.

Qiao Ruige chuckled dryly. He didn't intend to hide the injury at all. He inexplicably changed his itinerary today, postponed a few meetings and dinners, and even asked someone to send ten money to the account of an unknown person like Li Er. Wan, I really want to investigate. With Qiao Xinda's skills, I can't find anything, but Qiao Xinda just talked about it like pornographic news. Qiao Ruige just smiled and didn't want to respond.

He just wanted to hear how Qiao Xinda would ridicule him.

Qiao Xinda didn't continue to make fuss about his "waves", but said flatly, "What's wrong with your hands?"

"It's okay, I'm mean." Qiao Ruige also said lightly.

"Come back and change to another hospital for another examination."

"Ha, don't worry about it, it's just a small injury, it doesn't matter which hospital you go to?" Qiao Ruige was very indifferent.

Qiao Xinda didn't insist: "Whatever you want, just remind you, pay attention to yourself, the old man's health is just right, if you don't want him to go to the hospital again, you'd better control yourself."

"Look at what you said, if you don't tell me, how would he know?" Qiao Ruige clicked his tongue, as if he couldn't even arouse the perfunctory interest, "I hung up, my arm is sore while holding the phone."

Throwing the phone back on the sofa, Qiao Ruige faintly flashed a trace of irritability.

He touched the pocket of his trousers, but he couldn't find it. He scanned the room, walked to the dressing table next to the wall-mounted TV, grabbed the cigarette case thrown on it, shook one out and put it in his mouth, but found I don't know where the lighter was thrown.

With a cigarette in his mouth, suppressing his irritability, Qiao Ruige walked around the room looking for a lighter.

Finally found it in the gap of the sofa back.

"Crack, crack", Qiao Ruige hit the lighter twice with his inflexible left hand, but it didn't hit. He closed his eyes, grabbed the lighter and shook it twice, and hit it a few more times, but it still couldn't hit. .

Qiao Ruige felt that the irritability in his heart was turning into anger. At this moment, there was a sound of swiping the key card at the door of the room. The door opened, and Wu Xia walked in with a bag of things.

"Why so long?" Qiao Ruige asked.

Wu Xia closed the door and said casually, "The supermarket downstairs is too small, and the items are not very good. I went to another supermarket, you..."

He turned around, only to see Qiao Ruige's face clearly, with a bad expression.

Wu Xia was stunned for a moment, feeling that Qiao Ruige should be in a bad mood right now, he didn't know what went wrong with this young master during this period of time, seeing that he was holding a lighter in his hand, and the cigarette in his mouth was not He didn't light it up, so he walked over, took the lighter in Qiao Ruige's hand naturally, "snapped" it, and helped Qiao Ruige light the cigarette.

Qiao Ruige looked at him, the smoke rose, blurring his brows and eyes, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

Wu Xia didn't bother to explore, and put the bag of things in her hand on the dressing table.

Qiao Ruige followed, opened the bag and took a look inside, then reached in and took out a box of paper underwear that looked more sincere.

"You really know what size I wear." Qiao Ruige said with a snort.

I couldn't tell whether he was mocking or pleased.

Wu Xia ignored him, took out something from the back pocket of his jeans and handed it to Qiao Ruige: "This is for you."

"What?" Qiao Ruige asked and took it.

It was a piece of paper folded several times. Qiao Ruige raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Xia. He unfolded the paper with one hand and saw the contents on it. Qiao Ruige was stunned.