Chapter 189 Pharmacist [18] Mo Qing: Master Jiang is going to be an Internet cafe this time?
"In addition to Jiang Ke, Gu Wanwan, who was kicked as a ball due to poor physical fitness, also came to report." Goblin put the takeout on the dining table, "You know, right?"
"Have you seen it?"
"No, I just missed it yesterday."
Goblin replied, and then called Peng Ren out to eat.
Then, he asked Mo Qing: "How do you plan to distribute them?"
He had a plan in mind.
After all, he has retired from the position of minister. If he can't get a chance to become a deputy minister, why can't he still get a chance from other positions?
Mo Qing had already had an idea: "Captain Jiang Ke, Gu Wanwan Finance."
Goblin was startled and pointed at himself: "What about me?"
Mo Qing squinted at him: "Team member."
Goblin: "..."
"I'm coming!"
When the atmosphere became tense, Peng Ren ran out of the bedroom, washed his hands, and came to the table again.
"What are you doing standing there? Sit down. You don't have to wait for me."
Peng Ren thought that these two people were being polite, so he specially pulled out chairs for them.
Goblin sighed and sat down next to Peng Ren.
He was very hurt, but he didn't say it.
Mo Qing, as if he didn't notice it, took out the food, took out a box of white rice and a pair of chopsticks, and started eating directly.
*
Pengren and Jiang Ke live close to each other.
If Mo Qing hadn't been there, Peng Ren would have definitely stayed at Goblin's house, but this time, he wanted to send Mo Qing back to Jiang Ke's house, so he simply slept one night at his own residence.
"I'll come back tomorrow." After walking out of the building, Peng Ren waved to Goblin, "Go Ge, see you tomorrow!"
Under the watchful eyes of a bunch of elders and aunties downstairs, Goblin said goodbye to Peng Ren.
Mo Qing had already gotten into the car one step ahead.
As usual, as soon as Peng Ren got in the car, the car buzzed non-stop.
In the past, Mo Qing would always respond with silence.
But this time, Mo Qing suddenly took the initiative to stir up the topic: "In your family, are you and your brothers the only ones?"
"Ah, yes." Peng Ren said.
Mo Qing said: "Last time I went to the Imperial City, I heard that your Peng family has a great business. You two brothers work as Jiang Ke's driver and assistant. What will happen to your family property?"
"My father and uncles are in charge of the family business, so there is no need for us." Peng Ren was basically unprepared, "Moreover, our Peng family only has the family business we have now because of the help of the Jiang family."
"See what this means, are you doing things for Jiang Ke to repay your kindness?"
"You can also say that."
"How long will it take to report?"
Peng Ren said nonchalantly: "We can repay for as long as Mr. Jiang needs us to do."
"Where are your personal goals?"
"I will try not to be fired by Mr. Jiang and keep my job."
"..."
Mo tilted his eyes fiercely.
This guy is really out of his mind.
However, as he looks silly and cheerful all day long, he seems quite satisfied with his current life.
After thinking about it, Mo Qing didn't rush to ask anything else.
…
When I returned to Jiang Ke's house, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
The villa is brightly lit.
Jiang Ke was drinking tea in the living room.
Seeing Mo Qing coming back, Jiang Ke glanced at him and said slowly, "You have a good sense of direction."
"ha?"
Jiang Ke added angrily: "I thought you were lost outside."
"..."
Good guy, I thought she came back late and took such a big turn.
Mo Qing walked over: "Where are you waiting for me?"
Jiang Ke paused slightly, raised his eyes, and deliberately glanced at her face: "Your face is not swollen."
Make fun of her big face.
Again and again, Mo Qing couldn't bear it anymore.
"Having a seizure?" Mo Qing kicked the sofa with his foot.
Jiang Ke narrowed his eyes: "Where is the cell phone?"
"The battery is out." Mo Qing took out his phone, looked at it, and then asked, "Did you send me a message?"
There is an explanation.
The black air lingering between Jiang Ke's brows faded a bit, and after a pause, he said: "If you come back after eight o'clock in the future, you will have to report."
"Why?"
"What if I don't say a word and don't come back all night?"
"..." Mo Qing thought for a moment and felt a little awkward, so he nodded, "Okay."
Jiang Ke was satisfied.
He glanced at the seat next to him: "Sit."
Anything else to say?
Mo Qing muttered in his heart, but still sat down aside.
Jiang Ke held a teacup in his hand. He lowered his eyes, put the teacup on the coffee table, and asked sideways, "If I agree to the experiment you mentioned, what is your first step plan?"
Mo Qing was surprised for a moment.
She thought Jiang Ke would think longer.
After thinking for a second, Mo Qing's eyes moved slightly and asked: "Do you know the game "Commander"?"
Jiang Ke frowned and said, "I've heard of it."
This game is very popular.
Especially in the past six months, with the gimmick of "real battlefield", it has attracted many young people. It is so popular in the current game market that it can be ranked among the top three.
Mo Qing raised his eyebrows with one hand and suggested, "How about you try your commanding ability first?"
Jiang Ke was silent for a moment: "If you can't think of any reliable solution, you don't have to say anything."
Mo Qing raised his eyebrows and provoked very bluntly: "Are you afraid that you won't be as good as him?"
After staring at her, Jiang Ke stood up and said, "The method of provoking generals is useless."
After he finished speaking, he went upstairs.
Looking at Jiang Ke's back, Mo Qing crossed his arms and smiled.
Little one.
If he doesn't study this game in private, she loses.
*
Early the next morning, Mo Qing went out for a walk. When he returned, he saw Jiang Kechu at the door.
The weather was just right and the sun was shining brightly. Jiang Ke stood at the door. His figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, his temperament was noble and cold, and he had an indescribable eye-candy.
However, his eyes are dangerous.
As soon as Mo Qing came closer, he noticed something and frowned: "I left early and I have to report to you?"
Jiang Ke nodded: "Yeah."
Mo Qing hissed, stretched out his hand unexpectedly, and pinched Jiang Ke's face: "Your face isn't swollen at all."
When Jiang Ke stretched out his hand to block it, Mo Qing let go in time.
The skin is good, not too soft, but feels good.
Soon, Mo Qing discovered that there was a little pink left where she pinched.
"You have such a tender face?" Mo Qing laughed, like an old man visiting a brothel.
"..."
Jiang Ke's face turned slightly dark.
The warmth and touch of Mo Qing's fingertips still remained on his face. Jiang Ke looked at the smile that still lingered in Mo Qing's eyes and slowly exhaled, deciding not to argue with her over such a trivial matter.
Jiang Ke asked: "Where have you gone?"
Mo Qing raised his head, looked to the east, squinted: "Watch the sunrise."
Jiang Ke was startled, not expecting this answer, and then asked: "Where can I look?"
"That tall tower in the city." Mo Qing said.
"How did you get up there?"
"Climb up outside."
"..."
Jiang Ke was speechless for a moment.
"Don't worry, I'll always go." Mo Qing said, passing by Jiang Ke, she entered the house, "The surveillance cameras have been avoided, even if there are others, they are too far away and they can't take a picture of my face.
.”
Jiang Ke was puzzled and turned around: "Why do you climb up the tower all day long?"
"See the new world."
Mo Qing said casually and strolled into the kitchen.
Jiang Ke froze on the spot.
new world.
You mean, this era?
Thinking that Mo Qing could even watch a crappy TV show with gusto, Jiang Ke frowned, looked at Mo Qing's dangling figure from a distance, and then realized -
She is out of touch with the times.
Experiencing high school life, participating in modeling competitions, and taking on assignments from time to time does not mean that she has truly experienced this era.
A hundred years of changes cannot be easily absorbed overnight.
“Breakfast is good.”
Mo Qing brought out the breakfast prepared by Jiang Ke.
There are three kinds of breakfast: fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and soy milk.
It's nothing compared to what Mrs. Chen did.
However, Jiang Ke obviously cannot compare with Mrs. Chen. Being able to do these three things is already very good.
Jiang Ke said: "There are also noodles and vermicelli, and the soup is ready."
Mo Qing took a bite of the fried dough sticks, thought for a moment and then answered: "Eat a bowl of noodles."
She's not really a big eater.
However, Jiang Ke prepared these breakfasts early in the morning and when he wanted to ask her to eat them, he found that no one was there...
I have to give him some comfort after all.
Although Mo Qing is unreasonable most of the time, he is still quite reasonable when he should be reasonable.
Jiang Ke spent a few minutes scalding the noodles, put them into a bowl, and served them on the table.
Mo Qing raised her eyes and saw him wearing an apron and holding vermicelli, which always seemed strange to him.
In my memory, Jiang Yan also cooked.
Especially in the early years.
But later, the team he led became larger and larger, and he was busy with things all day long. There were fewer opportunities to cook, and it became very luxurious to have a meal with her.
At that time, cooking was not so convenient, and Mo Qing could never remember what it was like when Jiang Yan was cooking.
Not knowing what Mo Qing was thinking, Jiang Ke took off his apron, sat down across from him, and asked, "Are you going to the Eighth Base today?"
"I'm not going." Mo Qing picked up a piece of powder with chopsticks and said, "We're going to play games today."
Jiang Ke thought of "The Commander" and frowned.
"Are you coming together?"
"Need not."
"Just in time." Mo Qing took a mouthful of powder and swallowed it, "I made an appointment with Min Chang to go to an Internet cafe. If you go, I'm sure you'll have to act like a network administrator or something."
