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Chapter 37
Lang Bai was right.
Qi Cheng was noncommittal about whether he hated him. But he took Lang Bailu and lowered his head out of the mall, but Lang Bai kept asking, "Have you hated other people?"
"I was the first to be hated by you, right?"
It seems so great to be hated by Qi Cheng.
Qi Cheng just led him forward, not too lazy to answer him.
After they left the mall, they found the car coming by Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them, "The privacy of the restaurant is good, but it's still too dangerous in the mall."
"Brother Yun is too charming," Lang Bai said with a smile, "Just now, the fans recognized you first."
Jiang Yun smiled and scolded, "It's obviously you."
Qi Cheng sat in the co-pilot and looked out the window.
There are many tall buildings, walking to meet the people and trees on the road. The roof of the car was half light, but the co-pilot still couldn't block the sun. Qi Cheng was in the sun and couldn't open his eyes.
Half stabbed by light, half sleepy.
Jiang Yun said softly to him, "Go to sleep."
Qi Cheng lazily said ok, and really closed his eyes.
Jiang Heng lowered his voice, showing off in his tone, "Brother said to go home to sleep today."
"It's better to go back to the old house," Jiang Yun directly turned around and went to the Jiang family's old house. "The baby has read Xiaocheng several times and missed him very much."
Jiang Heng didn't expect him to be so shameless.
"Brother finally went home, you have to abduct him!" Jiang Heng whispered, his face flushed with anger.
As usual, Jiang Yun lifted his parents out to suppress the junior, confidently, "I'll call your mother back, and that's all set."
Because Qi Cheng was still asleep, Jiang Heng abruptly endured it, his face was not very good-looking, "No next time!"
Lang Bai listened to the conversation between his uncle and nephew, and glanced thoughtfully at Qi Cheng on the co-pilot.
Suddenly the corners of his eyes were bent and he suddenly smiled.
When Qi Cheng returned to the old house, he was rushed back to his room to sleep. When he woke up, he felt a soft thing close to him, warm and smelling of milk.
He opened his eyes and looked to the side. The little baby in pajamas slept with flushed cheeks, thumbs wrapped in his mouth, and his calves crooked on all sides, and a hand like a lotus root was still resting on Qi Cheng's neck.
Qi Cheng took his small hand, Jianghan's hand still had a meat socket, and it was clenched into a small fist.
Especially small fists are more obvious in Qi Chengshou. Qi Cheng opened his mouth and gestured his fists, and was surprised to find that he could swallow his hand.
Jianghan fell asleep, showing a little belly. The sleeping child was too cured. Qi Cheng embraced the child in his arms, pulled the quilt over his head, and continued to sleep with the soft guy.
When woke up again, was awakened by someone outside, asking them to get up for dinner.
Qi Cheng, sleepy eyes, got up with the baby in his arms. The little baby rested weakly on his shoulder, "So sleepy~"
Rubbed his eyes and yawned again.
"Brother is like brother," Qi Cheng put on a serious expression of regret, "Baby, how come you have inherited the gene for your brother's sleepiness."
Jianghan snorted, but did not wake up, vaguely, "Something has fallen in the crack of the door."
Qi Cheng looked down. There was a card on the ground. He picked it up and looked at it. It had a phone number and a sentence written on it.
"I'll wait for you to call me~"
"——Lang Bai."
With my fingers moving, the card turned a few times.
Jianghan looked at it, Qi Cheng put it away in time, and looked at him with a smile, "Curious."
When Qi Cheng carried Jianghan to the restaurant, the table was full of people.
Jiang Heng called Brother Sheng, and then stared at Jianghan, then turned around and said to Jiang He, "Why doesn't your son hold him?"
Jiang He stuck in his pocket, looked at his eyes with a stinky face, then stared at the baby again, sulking and silent.
Qi Cheng put Jianghan in his place. There were red marks on the baby's face when he fell asleep. He stretched out his hand to Qi Cheng with a social atmosphere, and said with a grin, "It's too much to sleep with you. Feel comfortable, bro!"
Everyone laughed, Qi Cheng gave him a high-five, and couldn't help laughing, "Thank you for the compliment."
Jiang Feng hurried back at dinner after receiving the call from Jiang Yun. This time, he sat next to the second elder and laughed at the scene, and said to his mother: "The baby likes Xiaocheng very much."
Grandma Jiang smiled and nodded, "Little Cheng is good."
"Much better than his younger uncle," Master Jiang snorted heavily, "That bastard, it's no wonder the child doesn't like his father."
Jianghan is picking up the food by himself, he is very good, and basically doesn't need others to bother. After Qi Cheng was sure that he could eat by himself, he began to concentrate on his own meal.
Jiang He, who was sitting opposite, moved suddenly, with an irritable expression, taking away the food that could not be eaten in front of the baby, and then pushing forward Jianghan's usual favorite food, just in front of Jianghan.
When Qi Cheng Yuguang saw this scene, he also raised his hand and picked Jiang Heng's chopsticks.
Lang Bai didn’t know when he left. After dinner, Qi Cheng and Jiang Yun lay on the sofa and watched TV. Qi Cheng took out Lang Bai’s card, pinched his index finger and finger, and said in a leisurely tone, "Your friend stayed. Coming down."
Jiang Yun looked at it strangely, "Lang Bai wants to make friends with you?"
Qi Cheng glanced at him.
Jiang Yun smiled, "Don't look at me like this. Although Lang Bai doesn't look very reliable, his character is okay and his personal charm is very strong. If you want to make friends with him, you can try."
"You don't look very reliable," Qi Cheng, "Uncle San."
Jiang Yun replied in the same tone, "Nephew, when you are so old, you can make friends by yourself."
Qi Chengshou tucked his head into his knee.
Jiang Heng came over with a pot of fruit and sat up with them to watch TV. Jiang He followed, stood by the sofa, and looked at the three people on the sofa. The unruly young master frowned, as if there was a big worry.
After a long time, he asked, "Qi Cheng, why did Jianghan sleep with you this afternoon."
Qi Cheng said, "I saw him when I woke up. I should have missed me. I watched me sleep and came over to help me wake up."
He said with a smile, "The baby is soft and fragrant. I really had a very comfortable sleep today."
"Impossible, he doesn't like other people sleeping with his arms around him." The young master subconsciously denied.
"Why is it impossible?" Jiang Yun glanced at him. "The baby followed Qi Cheng after he had returned to the room. I thought he was playing. When he followed him, he had already climbed into bed and went to bed. , Sticky."
Jiang Heng sneered in his heart. After he had looked at him, he deliberately went to cling to his brother and anger him.
Jiang He's expression was ugly, and he repeated it again, but he didn't want to believe it, "That little kid doesn't like people sleeping with his arms around him."
Qi Cheng finally raised his eyebrows. He watched Jiang Hehui intently, then smiled, "What did you do today?"
The university schedule is relatively high, so it's really not just a bit easier. It stands to reason that Jiang He was fine on Saturday and Sunday, but Qi Cheng saw him at dinner.
Jiang He said dullly: "I went to a party with friends."
"Uncle," Qi Cheng said lightly, "then you can't blame anyone. You're not here, and the baby is sleepy. Could you run to the party to get you to sleep?"
Jiang He squeezed his hand and was speechless.
After meeting Jiang He, Qi Cheng went upstairs refreshed.
Wu You from Class 12 on his mobile phone sent him a picture. It was a picture on a dining table. In the picture was a plate of dumplings, several of them were exposed, and the words "Unpalatable."
Qi Cheng was implicit, "This dumpling looks very strange."
"I made it," the other party replied quickly and sent another bleak emoticon, "It's very unpalatable."
"..." Qi Cheng sent six points over.
The other person, "Can you cook."
"will not."
Qi Cheng added another sentence, "Meet bubble noodles."
"Cooked?" the other party asked.
Qi Cheng honestly said: "If you say that you add another egg to the pot, no, I will just open it up in the bowl and soak it in hot water."
It will be his turn to send him six points.
The next message came out immediately, "Okay, then I have to learn to cook."
Qi Cheng frowned, and as soon as he struck a question mark, the other party slowly withdrew the message back, "It was sent wrong."
Qi Cheng tapped his finger on the surface of the bed, deleted the question mark in the message box, and said, "It's great to make dumplings."
"So-so," the other party, "have you eaten yet?"
"Ate."
"Then show you this flower," the other party took another photo. The flower in the lens was closed with petals, shyly like a little girl, "The time is almost here, wait."
Qi Cheng didn't know what time he was talking about, but within a few minutes, the other side connected him with a video communication.
Qi Cheng connected. The other party was using a rear camera. The flower just now had been moved away from another place by him. In addition to the flower, Qi Cheng also heard a slight panting.
The gasp was suppressed, but the hand holding the phone was steady, and the camera pointed directly at the flower. After a while, the other party hissed in a low voice.
I saw the flower in the lens slowly stretch its petals, and against the dark night outside the window, it was red and beautiful and peaceful.
The flowers slowly opened up under Qi Cheng's gaze.
Qi Cheng also followed inexplicably holding his breath, watching in amazement as the flower went from being closed to blooming, and the vitality of life was displayed in front of him little by little.
Even ordinary flowers become magnificent and beautiful in front of life.
"It's beautiful," Qi Cheng said softly.
The other party chuckled a few times, and when Qi Cheng thought he was going to say something, he turned off the video call again.
Then he sent a message to Qi Cheng, "Tobacco flowers, our pots usually bloom at this time."
Qi Cheng, "Do you grow flowers?"
"The old man is precious."
Then, the other party seemed indifferent and said: "Do you want it? Give you a pot."
"It's in the dormitory," he said, "watch the blossoms every day at night."