Chapter 641 Sour, sour, looking for him in the cold night (one or two more)
Xie Dingyuan's eyes fell on the hands of the two, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Ling Qingzhou quickly adjusted his state and calmly retracted his hand.
Jiang Fuyue took advantage of the situation to straighten the cup: "Can we go?"
"Well." Xie Dingyuan stepped forward, "The doctor prescribed an ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, twice a day, don't forget to apply it."
After speaking, he calmly turned to Ling Qingzhou and Yi Hansheng, and called out, "Uncle Ling, Uncle Yi."
This is according to Jiang Fuyue's seniority.
Ling Qingzhou: "?"
Yi Hansheng: "..." is outrageous!
Eyes meet, sword light sword shadow.
Until Jiang Fuyue opened her mouth—
"You go back first."
Ling Qingzhou: "I will send you."
Xie Dingyuan: "No, I drove the car, and it was in the same community, so I stopped by."
Ling Qingzhou frowned.
Yi Hansheng's fox eyes wandered between the two with a mysterious expression.
In the end, Ling Qingzhou bowed his head first: "Okay, let's go first, we'll talk about it next time."
"Well." Jiang Fuyue nodded.
And next time...
The corners of Xie Dingyuan's mouth suddenly tightened, making a sharp arc.
After the two left, he stepped forward without saying a word, reached out and hugged the girl horizontally and held it in his arms.
Jiang Fuyue was caught off guard, and the conditioned reflex wrapped around the man's neck: "...what are you doing?"
"Discharged."
"I can walk by myself without being held."
"The doctor said that walking less is better."
Jiang Fuyue is serious: "Little walking doesn't mean you can't walk."
Xie Dingyuan looked more serious than her: "but I don't want you to go."
So, hold the best.
Jiang Fuyue: "..."
Taking the elevator down to the first floor, the elevator door opened, Xie Dingyuan carried her through the payment hall in a grand manner, all the way to the garage, put her in the car, and carefully fastened her seat belt.
This inevitably attracted a lot of scrutiny.
Jiang Fuyue was surprised by his calmness, "Aren't you afraid that everyone will recognize you?"
"How about recognition?"
The girl blinked and lengthened her tone: "Professor Xie swaggered through the market with the opposite sex, and his reputation was killed, and the influence was bad?"
The man sat in the driver's seat, heard the words, raised his eyelids, his deep eyes fell on her face, and suddenly smiled——
"Which law states that I can't swagger through the market with the opposite sex?"
"..." Well, not really.
"As for the victimization of Feng Jue, I don't need anyone to judge. What I want to do and what I am willing to do have nothing to do with others."
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows: "I thought you lived like a benchmark..." In the eyes of the public, you are the most straight and standard existence.
Just like a template.
Xie Dingyuan shook his head: "Too tired."
"But you've already taken that seat, haven't you?"
"No, the logic is wrong."
"?"
Xie Dingyuan: "I think the correct logic is that what you did to get you to that seat, not what you have to do when you are in that seat."
Jiang Fuyue decided to look at him.
"What kind of look are you looking at?" The man found it interesting and laughed to himself.
"I see," she said. "You're not the benchmark."
Xie Dingyuan raised his eyebrows: "What is that?"
"Island."
No matter how big the waves were, the sea was ups and downs, he was all there, impartially, standing proudly.
...
Xie Dingyuan held Jiang Fuyue all the way, and indeed received a lot of scrutiny.
Among them were Ling Qingzhou and Yi Hansheng.
"Huh, have you started directly?"
Ling Qingzhou didn't say a word.
Yi Hansheng rolled his eyes and said in a leisurely tone: "Looking at the posture just now, our young lady didn't resist at all! Tell me, did she treat Xie Dingyuan..."
"Enough! You talk too much!"
Ling Qingzhou scolded him coldly, then strode away.
Yi Hansheng touched his chin: "Tsk, are you still angry?"
However, they left first, why did they bump into Xie Dingyuan?
strangeness!
...
Inside the car, Jiang Fuyue was looking out the window, admiring the retrograde street scene.
Sudden--
"You picked up the car just now, why didn't you just take the elevator to the garage on the first floor?"
Do you want to pass through the payment hall on the first floor?
Xie Dingyuan's Adam's apple rolled gently: "...I didn't pay attention."
Jiang Fuyue said "Oh", no doubt about him.
...
Jiang Fuyue was raised at home for a few days, applying medicine on time every day, and soon she was able to live and breathe again.
It's winter and the weather is getting colder.
At the end of January, Linhuai ushered in the first snow in ten years.
Although it has only been down for a day, it is not as exaggerated as goose feathers, and it will melt immediately when it falls to the ground, but on the high branches, you can still see a pile of piles.
Because it was out of reach, it lay cleanly among the tree branches without being damaged.
Jiang Xiaodi has never seen snow before. At first glance, he was pleasantly surprised, and he took Wu to go to the outdoor for a live broadcast.
What else could Wu Qian, who was shivering with only a coat on, say anything?
Looking at the broken child with shining eyes, of course, I can only promise him.
In this way, Wu Qian used a tripod with one hand and a fill light with the other, chasing Younger Jiang, who was running along the way, to tread the snow.
It is rare today that Jiang Da and Han Yunru are both at home, so the couple decided to make dumplings.
Jiang Da is in charge of making the stuffing, and Han Yunru is in charge of making the stuffing.
The dumplings that were squeezed were all round and cute, neatly arranged in a stainless steel tray, and soon spread out one after another, roughly hundreds of them.
Jiang Fuyue looked at it, and was a little surprised: "So many?"
"Xiao Wu and a few staff members are here, as well as Shen Xing. More is enough to eat. If you can't finish it, it doesn't matter, just pack it in a bag, seal it, and put it in the refrigerator for breakfast."
At dinner, everyone gathered in a lively circle, and there were several large plates of hot dumplings on the table.
The cold wind is howling outside the window, and the interior is warm as spring.
Wu Qian alone killed nearly 50 of them, and Han Yunru filled him four times and added the dipping sauce twice.
"As expected of the craftsmanship of Brother Jiang and Sister Han, this can't be stopped at all!"
Han Yunru: "Eat slowly, if it's not enough, you can cook it. The water on the stove is still warm, so are you guys—" After speaking, she turned to greet the young staff.
"Thank you Aunt Han!"
“Really delicious!”
"That...I still want to have a plate..."
"It's perfect with this dipping sauce!"
Wu Qian leaned on the chair and patted his chubby belly: "I managed to reduce the meat that grew from the previous test dishes, and it is estimated that it will grow back after this meal."
Having said that, the movements of putting down the chopsticks are not slow, one after another——
Fragrant!
Brother Jiang didn't speak much because his mouth was busy.
There was a stack of plates in front of him, all of which were emptied by him.
The little boy was sweating profusely, and his face was red with greasy lips.
The two micro-monitors next to him recorded the entire process of his cooking, edited it and put it on the We-media account tomorrow, and it will be a frenzy of likes and happy messages.
Eating and earning money, both.
Cooking is a top priority, that's right!
Jiang Fuyue: "...I'm done eating."
"Sister, you eat very little."
"Cough, it's really worse than you."
Younger Jiang's cheeks are red, it's embarrassing...
"Mom, do you still have dumplings?"
"Yes, there are more than 100 left, what's wrong?"
"I'll go to the kitchen to cook something, ahem... give it away."
Han Yunru didn't ask any more questions, got up and walked to the kitchen, "I'll come, bring the packing box."
"No need to pack a box." Jiang Fuyue ran to the living room, and quickly brought in a heat preservation bucket, "Use this."
"Huh? Where did it come from? But it's fine. It's still hot when you eat it in an insulated bucket. But you can't keep it for too long, it will burn."
Han Yunru placed twenty first and asked her, "Is it enough?"
Jiang Fuyue didn't quite know someone's food intake, thinking about the dry rice situation between Wu Qian and a few staff members: "Ten more."
"Okay." Han Yunru nodded, vaguely guessing that it was for a boy.
It's just that I don't know which boy is so powerful, so that her precious daughter, whose eyes are above the top, can deliver dumplings in person.
Is it... the one with the surname Zhong? Or the one named Yi?
After the dumplings were cooked, they were put into the heat preservation bucket, and Han Yunru also carefully prepared the dipping sauce.
"Thank you Mom!" Jiang Fuyue took it in her hands, wrapped her scarf and went out.
"Be careful on the road, pay attention to safety-"
"understood."
The cold wind is blowing, like a knife, and it can cool people from head to toe.
Regardless of the neighbors, there is still a certain distance between the two villas.
After walking a few steps, Jiang Fuyue came across the battery car patrolled by the property management personnel, took a ride, and parked at the gate of the villa.
The light on the second floor indicates that there is someone at home.
She pressed the electric doorbell, and after a while, the door opened from the inside.
The man looked surprised: "Why are you here?"
Jiang Fuyue shrunk half of her face into the scarf. Hearing this, she picked up the thermal insulation bucket and shook it gently in front of him, "Return the things."
"It's too cold outside, come in and talk." After that, he took her hand and walked inside.
Jiang Fuyue forgot to break free for a while, and was dragged into the room by him.
Xie Dingyuan took the heat preservation bucket in the girl's hand and put it on the shoe cabinet.
After a sudden movement, he picked it up again, weighed it, the weight was wrong, and there was obviously something inside.
"Bring it for me?" The man's eyes immediately filled with a smile, and the corners of his mouth rose.
Two more, three thousand words.
There is one more at twelve o'clock.
Xie Gou's scheming has always been quiet, secretly rubbing, quietly!