After hanging up the phone, Qi You bit her fingers and paced back and forth in the room.

Not to mention that she had no experience in comforting the opposite sex, just using the word "comfort" on a man like Qiao Chunyan made her scalp feel numb and goosebumps fell all over the floor just thinking about it.

Although the relationship between her and Qiao Chunyan was a plastic one, anyone would be sad if this happened. Since she had promised her sister-in-law, she had to find a way.

With this thought in mind, she opened WeChat and sent a message to Chen Jinan, briefly telling the whole story, and finally issued a soul torture: [What do you think I should do?]

Chen Jinan replied with an emoji of "Let's talk in bed when we have something to do" and said: [I think it is the best comfort for a man to take off your clothes and give them to him.]

"..."

Qiyou stared at the screen blankly, and after ten seconds, she started to refresh the screen:

[Chen Jinan, what kind of talk are you saying about tigers and wolves!!]

[Those who have no sex life should stop watching those island love action movies! Their minds are filled with dirty little trains!]

[After being single for twenty-two years, I think you need to reflect on yourself!]

Chen Jinan gave her a big eye roll, as if she didn't want to reflect on herself, and did not forget to correct her: [Sorry, I read it from Korea. I will share resources with you next time so that you and my brother-in-law can learn together.

】

Qiyou: "..."

I'm so confused, what kind of devilish best friend is this? Is it too late to break off the relationship now?

The two bickered for more than ten rounds, and Chen Jinan's talk became more and more outrageous. The pile of driving quotations was simply embarrassing.

In the end, when Qiao Xunxun called to inquire about the old lady's condition, he gave a relatively reliable suggestion, at least it was much more reliable than Chen Jinan.

Near noon, the red sedan stopped at the door of the Qiao Group building. Soon a security guard came over and opened the door respectfully.

Qi You nodded, threw the car keys into his arms, and said to the security guard on the other side: "Please help me carry the contents of the trunk to the 68th floor, thank you."

After saying that, he walked around to the co-pilot and picked up a thermos bucket from his seat. After making sure that no soup was spilled, he walked into the lobby expressionlessly.

The security guard in front opened the way, and Qiyou's high heels made a crisp sound on the marble floor. Her powerful aura attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Good afternoon, madam."

"Hello, madam."

The CEO's wedding photos have long been circulated in the gossip groups of colleagues, and everyone in the company has remembered the beautiful face of the CEO's wife. As she walked in, employees frequently greeted her.

She communicated with Lu Chao before arriving. When the elevator arrived on the 68th floor, Lu Chao was already standing at the door to greet her. The door to the president's office was still closed.

Qi You didn't rush in and asked Lu Chao: "How is he?"

Lu Chao shook his head, "Mr. Qiao hasn't seen anyone all morning."

Qi You frowned, pointed to the thing in the security guard's hand and said, "I brought some desserts, you can share them with the colleagues in the president's office."

He walked to the office and knocked on the door. After getting a cold reply, he pushed the door open and entered.

Qiao Chunyan was the only one in the huge office. He was sitting in front of the computer, his deep eyes focused on the documents on the screen, a fist with one hand pressed against his lips, and his sharp outlines were reflected in the bright light.

The whole person seemed to be the same as usual, but Qi You noticed that there was a faint dark green under his eyelids.

She cleared her throat, crossed her arms and walked in, seemingly nonchalantly joking: "I thought Mr. Qiao planned to make me wait outside the door for four hours this time."

Qiao Chunyan looked up from the computer screen, her dull black eyes brightening, "Why are you here?"

Qi You pulled up the chair and sat across from him, saying calmly: "I'm so bored at home, so I came over to hang out."

She propped her chin up and looked around a few times, then commented: "Your office is quite big, with this decoration style..."

Qiao Chunyan raised her eyebrows, "What?"

Qi You smiled perfunctorily, "Very Qiao Chunyan."

Consistently frigid.

Qiao Chunyan didn't quite understand what she meant, and felt that there was no need to dwell on this problem. He glanced at it and landed on the pink thermos bucket in her hand.

"What is this?" he asked.

Qi You opened the lid, moved away his small pile of documents, and pushed the thermos bucket in front of him, "You haven't eaten, right? I brought a corn rib soup, do you want to try it?"

The sweet aroma is tangy, and there are a few chopped green onions sprinkled on the soup surface. It looks good. Qiao Chunyan lowered his head and glanced, "Did you make this yourself?"

Qiyou rolled her eyes and stammered in reply: "Dang, of course not! I just had dinner at a restaurant at noon, and someone conveniently packed it for you."

She took out a spoon from the lunch box and hurriedly handed it to him, "Just try it! Don't worry, it's not poisoned!"

Qiao Yanyan took a spoonful of soup and blew it before putting it to his lips. The soup slid over his taste buds and the taste seemed strange. He frowned and swallowed hard. He picked up a piece of spareribs with chopsticks and chewed a few times.

, looking weird.

Qi You lay on the table, looking at him expectantly with big moist eyes, "How does it taste? Is it delicious?"

Qiao Chunyan tried hard to control her expression at first, but then she couldn't hold it back any longer and coughed repressedly. She picked up the ice water at hand and drank it, her Adam's apple rising up and down rapidly.

He coughed and said politely: "A little...salty."

"Is it salty?" Qi You didn't believe it. He stood up, took the spoon he used, took a mouthful of soup and brought it to his mouth. He took a sip and immediately his facial features wrinkled together, "Ahem, cough...this is too salty.

!I wouldn’t have put salt in twice!”

She couldn't stand it after only tasting this little bit. You can imagine what kind of torture Qiao Chunyan's taste buds had just endured.

Qiao Chunyan smiled lightly and raised her hand towards Lu Chao outside the door, gesturing for him to bring in another glass of water.

Qi You choked, her face turned red, and she drank half a glass of water. Qiao Chunyan stared at the blush on her cheeks, her eyes were clear, and the smile on her eyebrows gradually deepened.

Qi You felt uncomfortable looking at him, so she put it on the cup and took the initiative to show off: "Okay, I admit, I made this soup myself."

"But!" She changed the topic and suddenly straightened her back and raised her arrogant little chin, "This princess has not touched Yang Chun Shui for twenty-two years, and has never even cooked white rice. This is the first time in her life.

You should feel very lucky!"

Upon hearing these words, Qiao Yanyan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his eyes gradually became intriguing.

Qiyou paused, going over what he just said in his mind like a barrage. For the first time in his life, I gave you...

This is so ambiguous!!

but!

As long as she is not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

She pretended not to notice, raised her eyebrows and continued: "I even ordered the recipe specially and called Qiao Xunxun. I don't know which step went wrong. It must be her guidance that was wrong. She usually doesn't know how to do it.

Cook and become a teacher."

As she spoke, she reached out her hand to Qiao Chunyan in aggrieved tone, with a coquettish tone in her voice: "Look, my fingers were cut because of those stinky pork ribs."

"Actually, I saw it as soon as you walked in." Qiao Chunyan held her fingertips, brought her thin lips close to her, and blew gently, "Does it hurt?"

The hot breath stirred in the palm of his hand, like a feather gently brushing across it, making it feel wet and itchy. Qi You's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he retracted his hand evasively, "It's... not bad."

Qiao Yanyan frowned slightly, "Have you eaten yet?"

Qi You shook his head. He stood up, lifted his suit jacket from the back of the chair and put it on his wrist. He walked around Qi You, held her wrist and pulled her up, "Let's go."

Qi You was led out by him in confusion, "Where are you going?"

"Let's go eat together."

The young couple randomly chose a French restaurant nearby. At the same time, someone secretly took a photo of the CEO and his wife holding hands while going out, which went viral in the company group.

The little secretary in the president's office couldn't help but share the afternoon tea personally sent by the president's wife in the circle of friends, and gained a wave of fans for Qi You online.

“The president’s wife is even more beautiful in person than in the photos!”

"Wow, wow, I'm so envious of the friends on the 68th floor who have cake to eat."

“I feel like Boss and Madam have a very good relationship.”

"The overbearing president is doting on his wife online. Do you have any fanfic arrangements? I want to try it."

"I'm writing, I'm writing."

"Humph, maybe it was just for you to watch?"

"I find that every time I talk about my wife, there are people who become jealous. Don't be anonymous if you can."

…

Qi You, who was shocked by her cooking skills, did not know that she had become the subject of discussion among the company's employees. After entering the restaurant, she ordered several dishes without politeness and secretly made up her mind to practice her cooking skills.

Isn't it just a pork rib soup? With her extraordinary intelligence and hands-on ability, she can get three Michelin stars for you in minutes.

There is a real piano accompaniment in the center of the restaurant, the notes are dancing briskly in the air, and the environment is romantic and elegant.

Qi You and Qiao Chunyan sat at a table near the floor-to-ceiling windows, lowering their heads to eat.

Qiao Yanyan also behaved like a gentleman when eating. He would put the cut steak in front of Qiyou. He said very little during the whole process and only occasionally commented on the taste of the dishes.

Seeing that his mood had improved, Qi You said after careful consideration: "Don't be too sad about grandma's illness."

Qiao Chunyan paused while holding the knife and fork, and just said "hmm" in a low voice.

Qi You advised: "This disease is beyond our control. Many elderly people will suffer from it as they get older. It's just this sudden accident that made the condition worse overnight. The most important thing for us now is to treat her while she is still alive."
To be continued...