Chapter 23

So there were only the two of them left downstairs.

He Qingmo still maintained his previous sitting position, and did not look back at Fan Xing.

Fan Xing stood there and hesitated for a second, then took the initiative to walk over. Seeing that the man's cup was empty, he picked it up and said, "I'll pour another cup for my brother."

He Qingmo didn't speak, until Fan Xing came back with coffee again, he looked up at Fan Xing and asked, "Did you hear that?"

The tone was clear and light.

But for some reason, Fan Xing could feel that the other party seemed a little... embarrassed.

Thinking of how Lin Lin tried to hide it, he couldn't help laughing and sat down beside the man, "Is my brother worried that I will be uncomfortable hearing it? It's okay, I already knew that."

He Qingmo's eyebrows jumped slightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at him without speaking.

Fan Xing was worried that he would not believe him, so he quickly explained, "Really, I knew from the beginning that you are not serious about marrying someone you don't know so casually. After I went to my brother's house last time, I was more certain. My brother must have done this to get angry with the family. If that's the case, then I don't want to get angry anymore, so naturally I want to get a divorce."

Looking at the child's extremely sincere eyes, He Qingmo had the urge to bite his back molars. He pinched the child's small face unhappily, and his tone was a bit gnashing: "So you're not angry at all, right?"

Fan Xing's cheek was pinched, and his speech was a little slurred, but his attitude was very sincere, "I'm really not angry, not angry at all."

The strength of the man's grip on his face increased slightly, and his expression was a little gloomy.

Fan Xing looked at him puzzled, his big clear eyes blinked in confusion, not knowing where he was wrong.

The man suddenly let go of him, resumed his slack sitting position before, picked up the cup to drink coffee, and asked in a very casual tone, "You also worked in a coffee shop?"

Fan Xing didn't know what the man was thinking, so he nodded obediently: "Yes."

The man didn't speak anymore, Fan Xing secretly observed it, and didn't seem to see anything wrong, so he didn't care, he took out his mobile phone and plugged in his earphones to start learning Chinese.

The two of them did their own thing without disturbing each other. The room was quiet and there was almost no sound.

After a long time, He Qingmo felt his shoulders sink slightly, he turned his head, and saw the child fell asleep leaning on him, with headphones and a mobile phone in his hand.

He Qingmo didn't know what time Fan Xing got up in the morning. Anyway, when he got up, there was no one at home, but breakfast was ready.

However, it is certain that Fan Xing didn't sleep well last night, probably because yesterday afternoon, his slightly scaled method of rubbing the cream frightened the children, and he froze in his arms all night, not daring to move.

I haven't slept well. I'm busy cooking a table of meals today, taking into account the tastes of adults and children, and playing games with Xinxin upstairs and downstairs. I'm afraid I'm exhausted.

After the man took away the mobile phone and earphones, he gently supported his small head, moved his position, and changed the child's comfortable position - lying on the sofa with his head resting on his lap. I took another towel and was brought over to cover it a little.

Fan Xing was really tired. After all this movement, he just frowned slightly, then automatically rubbed into a comfortable position and fell asleep again.

The man casually flipped through the software for learning Chinese in his mobile phone, and felt bored, so he dropped the mobile phone and lowered his head to play with the child's hair.

Fan Xing's hair is very soft and thin, but it is particularly black. It is silky and silky in his hand.

Men are having fun.

But he didn't realize that all this childish scene fell into Lin Lin's eyes.

Lin Lin, who was worried that she might lead the battle, pouted, and silently scolded He Qingmo in her heart - fart! What about getting divorced sooner or later? You obviously look like "My daughter-in-law is so pretty, the more she looks, the more she likes it", are you willing to divorce? Come on, when will my sister see how hard your mouth is?

Then she hugged Xinxin, who had just woken up and was still a little confused, and said hello and left.

Fan Xing learned that it had been a week since Fan Meixi and Gu Yongchang went to visit the He family. At that time, he had already started to prepare for the start of school, but Ji Jin came to the door and said that he was stopping by to see it. There was nothing special, but he took advantage of it. When He Qingmo wasn't paying attention, he pulled Fan Xing to the terrace on the third floor and whispered.

The general meaning is that after meeting with Fan Meixi and the others, both parties feel that marriage is a major event, and it should be important to hold a decent wedding. However, He Qingmo did not agree, so he wanted Fan Xing to give He Qingmo a blow on the pillow.

It is impossible to blow the pillow wind, Fan Xing didn't want to have a wedding with He Qingmo in a big way.

What surprised him was that Fan Meixi would ask the He family for such a request.

Although when he was called back to China and married He Qingmo, Fan Meixi said a lot of nice things. If He Qingmo fell in love with him at first sight, he would definitely treat him very well, and the He family was a big consortium that lasted for hundreds of years. It must have been very happy in the past, blah, blah, blah.

But no one is a fool, they all know that this marriage is a transaction, and this transaction has nothing to do with the He family itself, just a transaction with He Qingmo.

So after he married He Qingmo, Fan Meixi never had any naive expectations, because this so-called marriage was in-law with the He family. Even when she was facing He Qingmo, she would politely call out Mr. He.

Now he actually took the initiative to come to the He family to talk about the wedding.

This is because after knowing that He Qingmo brought him home, and the He family's attitude towards him was okay, did they find the opportunity to take advantage of it?

They hoped that his marriage to He Qingmo would be fully recognized by the He family and made public, so that the benefits to the Gu family would go far beyond the contract with Gu Wei Technology.

Fan Xing lay barefoot on the hanging chair, watching the beautiful flowers cultivated by the gardener swaying in the wind, but his heart was cold.

"What are you thinking?" He Qingmo sent Ji Jin away, and did not wait for Fan Xing to go downstairs. When he came up, he saw the children hugging him in a daze, his clear eyes blinking, and his thick eyelashes were like flapping wings. .

Fan Xing looked up at him, a little apologetically: "Is Mom gone?"

"Well. What did she say to you?" The man sat down beside him and poked his cheek lightly, "Bullied you? Why are you wilted?"

Fan Xing grabbed his hand to prevent him from moving, and shook his head, "No. I just want me to tell you about the wedding. Actually..."

"it is good!"

"what?"

Before Fan Xing could finish speaking, he was startled by the man's words and looked at He Qingmo with wide eyes, trying to make sure that he had heard it wrong.

The man repeated it empathetically: "I said I agreed, and you all said it. Can your husband refuse to agree? Do it! How can I come here in a grand manner."

Forehead……

I didn't speak, okay? I'll pass on what your mother meant, okay?

Fan Xing complained a little in his heart, and suddenly smiled at him with a frown, "It's better to say goodbye, anyway, sooner or later, you will have to get a divorce, don't waste your money. My brother should leave this grand wedding to the right person in the future. Bar."

Then, without waiting for the man to speak, he jumped off the hanging chair, "I remember, I have military training at the beginning of school, and I can only live on campus during this time. I prepared some more convenient breakfasts for my brother, and my brother wakes up a little hot in the morning. You can eat it all at once. Now is the time, I will teach you." Then he pulled He Qingmo downstairs.

The man who was being pulled forward wanted to bite off his tongue for a moment.

Who let people hear what he said that day, and now the child is blatantly telling him that "sooner or later, we will get a divorce", the key is that the child really thinks so.

Huh, naive!

Fan Xing didn't know what He Qingmo was thinking, so he dragged someone to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, "Everything here can be made for breakfast, just heat it up in a pot, or turn the microwave around for a while, it's a little more troublesome. I've written some tutorials, you can follow along."

He Qingmo really saw sticky notes on some food boxes.

Crooked melons and cracked dates, no progress at all. he thinks.

Fan Xing was still talking to him: "The part-time worker can't come over to make breakfast, and I don't think you don't like eating what she made. But you still have to eat breakfast. You don't have to go out early anyway, so you can do it yourself. Trouble. And this…”

After he finished talking about the contents in the refrigerator, he took He Qingmo to the stove and opened a cabinet, "This is rice, I have labelled the rice cooker and the porridge cook separately, if you want to drink it in the morning Porridge, just use this pot."

He pointed to a white pot and continued: "You only need to put the rice in at night. If you are alone, just a little bit of rice and water will be added here." He pointed to the scale line in the pot, "Then it will be timed until morning. Well, it's easy. And then..."

He looked around and searched, as if he was afraid that he forgot something and didn't explain, He Qingmo could starve to death at home.

He may have forgotten that before he came, He Qingmo was always alone.

The corners of the man's mouth couldn't help bending, and he lightly patted his little head, "Okay, I won't starve to death. Are you going to report to school tomorrow?"

Fan Xing suddenly realized that he seemed to be exaggerating a bit too much. After all, this is actually He Qingmo's home. He must be more familiar than himself.

He touched the patted head and smiled awkwardly, "Well, tomorrow is the last day to report, so I must go."