In fact, all the big things that should be at home are complete, but since we have to cook, vegetables, rice, oil, and salt are naturally indispensable.
With some odds and ends, it adds up to two entire carts.
"Oh, I forgot."
Yi Qingchen suddenly called Chu Qiao who was choosing something in front, took out her wallet from the pocket of her casual pants, picked out a golden shopping card and handed it to her, "The company's The benefits are common to all shopping malls under the Y Group.
Just take it and let you take care of the family affairs from now on.
Sometimes I am too busy to take care of it. " Chu Qiao really wanted to say: Are you always so thoughtful in everything you do?
He bit his lip and finally took it without saying a word.
Let's take it as what he told the truth.
In short, he only bought things for home use, although the Y shopping mall covered almost everything in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.
After returning home, Chu Qiao excused him out of the kitchen on the pretext that he was in the way, and then began to handle the ingredients with ease.
Although she was considered to be everyone's daughter before, her days living in the Chu family villa were really numbered.
After moving out to live alone, she was not willing to hire a nanny to hang around in front of her.
Instead, she learned basic housework.
Got seven, seven or eight.
Yi Qingchen was leaning on the sofa comfortably, looking at the proud back in the open kitchen not far away from time to time.
Even wearing an apron, she could not hide her unique temperament, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed.
Save up.
I can't tell that this girl is someone who can work in the living room and in the kitchen, but she does have a bit of an IKEA feel to her room.
When Chu Qiao's cell phone rang, she was killing fish with a kitchen knife in her hand, and her hands were full of blood.
She put down the kitchen knife casually and mouthed at Yi Qingchen, "Qingchen, help me answer the phone."
"Where is the phone?"
Listening to her casual but intimate words, Yi Qingchen suddenly felt warm in her heart, stood up and walked towards her.
Chu Qiao turned sideways and tried to let out the pocket on one side of her jeans, "It's in my pocket."
He agreed casually, and gently inserted his slender fingers into the slightly tight pocket.
The ambiguous distance between the two instantly brought out a breathless feeling.
Chu Qiao turned her head away slightly in embarrassment, tenderly The strands of hair inadvertently brushed his resolute face, and Yi Qingchen's heart froze inexplicably.
Almost as if he was holding his breath, he quickly took out the phone from her pocket and handed it to her.
Chu Qiao glanced casually and saw a series of numbers that seemed familiar, but they were not stored.
Not many people knew about the number she had just changed.
She frowned and thought for a while before remembering that it belonged to Zhou Zihao.
She used to be too lazy to remember other people's numbers.
Even after so many years of acquaintance, she could never remember them at a glance.
"Well, forget it, stranger, no need to answer."
"Okay."
Yi Qingchen smiled fondly and put her mobile phone on the dining table.
However, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be determined not to give up until she reached her goal.
She called over and over again, and the phone kept calling continuously.
Continuously singing a complete song, known as "Destroying Soul Chasing Ca" "Qingchen, answer the phone.
Tell him that your wife is busy and has no time.
Please leave him alone in the future."
"Okay."
Yi Qingchen picked up the phone again and opened it in front of Chu Qiao to answer, "How are you?"
Being a gentleman seemed to be his innate trait.
Even though it was clear that Chu Qiao disliked the person on the other end of the phone, he still acted in his usual gentle manner when he spoke.
After hearing a few sentences, Chu Qiao stopped listening and glared at him with dissatisfaction, "Qingchen, are you in love?
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You speak so gently on speakerphone."
To be continued n130418: