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He Qing was cutting vegetables skillfully under the supervision of the system. Looking at the various irregular shapes he cut out, he couldn't help showing a look of relief.
[Look at the system, my knife skills are really great, I cut so many vegetables with just a few strokes. ¡¿
The system silently looked at the various failed products in the trash can, and did not speak.
He Qing doesn't need him to talk, anyway, his self-appreciation is enough.
Same-sex marriage is allowed in this world. He Qing's husband is a man named Feng Jinhua, who is currently in charge of a large company.
This body usually likes to study various stomach nourishing soups. As He Qing who has his memory, of course he knows why.
?Because her husband Feng Jinhua's stomach was not good, He Qing studied a lot in order to keep his stomach healthy.
At the beginning, the two started their business together at school, He Qing was too busy to get business, and Feng Jinhua's stomach was ruined by drinking. Finally, after the company gradually developed, He Qing left the company to take good care of Feng while maintaining his health. Jinhua.
It can be said that he sacrificed too much for Feng Jinhua, but unfortunately, Yimei's sacrifice will only make those who receive preferential treatment more and more take it for granted.
Put the lid on the casserole, and the gentle man went to play with the flowers he raised in a good mood. His body couldn't bear the fatigue, and he couldn't get angry. Fortunately, He Qing's personality has always been very gentle, and he never blushed with others, so his face remained calm. very nice.
The gentle man with fair complexion stood in front of the flower pot and watered it carefully. The sun was shining on his face, and his long eyelashes looked as beautiful and delicate as gold. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned around and smiled.
"Jinhua, you're back."
The handsome man who entered the door couldn't help being stunned. He nodded and said in a deep voice, "I'm back."
His appearance is also very handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, clear facial features, coupled with a tall figure and a straight suit, he can easily attract the attention of others wherever he is.
However, He Qing had long been used to his handsomeness. He stood up with a smile, took out a pair of shoes from the shoe cabinet and put them in front of the man, then got up with a soft voice that made people feel comfortable.
"I washed your slippers, they are new."
"Go wash your hands and eat, I'll serve you soup first."
Feng Jinhua changed his shoes, washed his hands as usual and sat on the table. A bowl of soup was gently put down in front of him. It was still stomach nourishing soup. The man couldn't help frowning, and his magnetic voice sounded a little displeased.
"It's stomach nourishing soup again?"
"Um."
He Qing replied in a gentle tone, put the chopsticks in front of him, and said softly, "The doctor said that your stomach should be carefully maintained. Although you haven't had pain for so long, you can't stop nourishing the stomach soup."
Seeing the gloomy look on the man's face, he smiled and comforted him: "I found out about a new soup today, so I'll make it for you tomorrow."
After doing it again and again, it's not all stomach nourishing soup.
Feng Jinhua didn't like soup, especially after he had been drinking it for five years. Although he knew that He Qing was doing it for his own benefit, he was still unhappy.
In the end, he could only finish the soup with a sullen face under He Qing's gaze, as if he was taking medicine.
Seeing his ugly face, the gentle man's eyes were a little sad, he lowered his head uneasily, and said softly, "Isn't it delicious?"
"Average." Feng Jinhua frowned and drank it, pushing the bowl aside.
Hearing what he said, the smile on He Qing's face was a bit forced. He hurriedly picked up the bowl to cover up, and went back to the kitchen to serve the man's meal, while Feng Jinhua sat at the dining table peacefully waiting for him to serve the meal.
¡¾generally! generally! Does he have a sense of taste? ¡¿He Qing served him the rice spoonful by spoonful, and couldn't help talking to the system in his heart, ¡¾I just took a sip that was so delicious that I swallowed my tongue, okay? ! ¡¿
System: [He doesn't like soup. ¡¿
¡¾I know! But he also knows that he has a bad stomach and must drink! If it wasn't for this body that likes him, who cares if he lives or dies! ¡¿
The more He Qing thought about it, the more angry he became, he filled a bowl full of rice and took it out.
Seeing the man frowning, but still picking up the chopsticks and starting to pick up vegetables for dinner, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
In a sense, Feng Jinhua may be an obsessive-compulsive disorder, just like now, even if there are too many meals, he will still finish them.
Feng Jinhua was eating, and the gentle man sat opposite him with the meal. As usual, he asked cautiously if anything happened today.
The man frowned impatiently, "It's nothing."
As he said, he ate faster. Before He Qing finished eating, he had already put down his bowl and stood up to leave.The mechanical voice is faint: [Whatever you want, as long as you have enough sympathy, you can tell the host directly if you need my help. ¡¿
[Just give you points? Give it up, don't give it! ¡¿
When He Qing fell asleep, Feng Jinhua was doing it by himself. He drank some wine, and the places that he could suppress usually became excited, and his hands moved, but he recalled the gentle man squatting on the flowers during the day. In front of him, he smiled and turned around to look at him.
That look really makes me think
"grass!"
¡¾Ding! Feng Jinhua's favorability: 76]
In the dark, the man cursed and took a few pieces of paper from the bedside. Although he was not satisfied yet, he was a little more awake after venting. He has to go to work tomorrow and can't stay up late today.
Feng Jinhua frowned, and fell asleep with an expression of displeasure.
The next day, he still woke up to the smell of breakfast. Feng Jinhua rubbed his head that was aching from drinking, and opened the door of the guest room with a frown.
The gentle man just came out of the kitchen. Seeing his ugly face, he turned back with some worry and brought out the hangover soup from the kitchen and handed it to him.
"Hurry up and drink, or you'll be in pain all day today." Being together for so long, the gentle man has a clear understanding of his lover's physical condition. When he woke up early this morning, he made hangover soup and waited. he wakes up.
Although he didn't like the taste, Feng Jinhua still frowned and drank it a few sips. He rubbed the center of his brows, and said a little annoyed, "Rub my temples, it's uncomfortable."
He sat on the chair, and the gentle man's white and long fingertips rested on the acupuncture points, and he pressed gently with his soothing voice, "How much wine did you drink yesterday? Didn't you ask you to drink less? "
"They blocked me from drinking, what if I don't drink?" Feng Jinhua also had some headaches, business would inevitably involve discussing business at the wine table, but he can't drink very well.
"Today, I have asked the personnel to recruit people. Find an assistant who can drink, so that this situation can be more or less prevented in the future."
The gentle man standing behind him nodded in agreement, "Then you can raise your salary a little bit, they are taking your body for you."
"I know."
Feng Jinhua was pressed comfortably, and his expression couldn't help but relax. How long has he been talking to He Qing patiently? There are fewer and fewer conversations between people.
He suddenly realized that he hadn't paid attention to his partner's life for a long time.
"Okay, be careful when you eat at noon today. Don't eat spicy food. I just drank wine. Spicy food is not good for the stomach."
Feng Jinhua has always loved spicy food. When the two were together before, He Qing followed him and learned how to cook spicy dishes for him. Later, since his stomach broke down, there were basically no spicy dishes on the dinner table.
Being so wordy again, Feng Jinhua's brows that had just relaxed couldn't help but wrinkle again, and said in a deep voice, "I know."
The two continued to eat and drank the just-boiled millet porridge. Feng Jinhua suddenly found that today's dinner table was unusually silent. He paused and asked, "I'm not at home at noon today, what are you going to eat?"
"I'm going to eat outside." He Qing smiled at him and said softly, "I'm almost in good health, and I plan to open a small flower shop near our house, and I'm looking for something to do."
He Qing has always loved playing with flowers and plants, Feng Jinhua also knew that it is not good to be bored at home every day, he should support it, but for some reason, he somehow didn't want He Qing to go out.
"Flower shop, is your body okay?"
Hearing his words, the gentle man's face was a little gloomy. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "It's okay, flowers are not heavy."
"Yes." There was really no reason to refute, Feng Jinhua responded, and continued to drink the porridge with a sullen face.
Seeing that his expression was not very good, the gentle man's expression became more and more gloomy.
He stirred the porridge in the bowl, and explained in a somewhat disappointed voice, "The doctor said that I should find a job properly, lest staying at home is bad for my health."
Without even thinking about it, Feng Jinhua said, "Then why don't you come to the company?"
"Forget it." He Qing smiled gently, "I used to be fine at the company, but now I don't know anything when I go to the company. Wouldn't it cause you trouble?"
"What's the trouble? The company owns your shares, so it's only natural for you to go to the company!"
He Qing looked at his lover with gentle eyes, shook his head, and persuaded softly, "I'm not in good health. The company is now on the rise, and it's when it's in full swing. It's really not suitable for me to go."
"Besides, I also like flowers and plants. It's just right to open a small flower shop."
What he said was well-founded, and Feng Jinhua didn't know how to refute it, but he was instinctively displeased, and finally stood up with a gloomy face, "I'm going to work."
No matter how much Feng Jinhua wanted to object, He Qing's small flower shop opened. He had the money he had saved back then, and he was not in a hurry. The decoration of the flower shop was very beautiful.
? On the first day of opening, he held a pot of mimosa and placed it in front of the door, and a deep, manly voice sounded, "He Qing."
The gentle man raised his eyes in surprise, and there was an equally handsome man standing at the door, wearing a white shirt, looking at him.
"Fun!"
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As of the next chapter, there are red envelopes for comments! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)A small flower shop is just right. "
What he said was well-founded, and Feng Jinhua didn't know how to refute it, but he was instinctively displeased, and finally stood up with a gloomy face, "I'm going to work."
No matter how much Feng Jinhua wanted to object, He Qing's small flower shop opened. He had the money he had saved back then, and he was not in a hurry. The decoration of the flower shop was very beautiful.
? On the first day of opening, he held a pot of mimosa and placed it in front of the door, and a deep, manly voice sounded, "He Qing."
The gentle man raised his eyes in surprise, and there was an equally handsome man standing at the door, wearing a white shirt, looking at him.
"Fun!"
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