Qing's destructive power sometimes really exceeded her imagination.
When Xiang Qinglan came out with the prepared dishes, Qing was already sitting on the chair like a good baby, with bowls and chopsticks already placed.
He looked at the plate in Xiang Qinglan's hand and swallowed. He was finally ready to eat. He was about to starve to death.
Xiang Qinglan couldn't help but smile when she saw Qing's eyes staring at the bowl in her hand. Qing's character was very direct, perhaps because he had no past memories. He was extraordinarily simple. It was easy for people to understand her.
There are not many men she has contact with. Apart from her ex-husband, there is only one Qing.
It seems that there are really two extreme men. One is too deep. After two years of marriage, she has not entered his heart and has not received his love, so everything that happened later happened. However, Qing is different.
She doesn't have any psychological burden on him and doesn't have to worry about anything. Although he is really a trouble, it is a trouble that makes her feel warm.
She put her wrists on the table and looked at the bowl in front of her with clear eyes. Until she saw Xiang Qinglan's nod, she began to eat anxiously, but her actions were still not rude.
The two of them ate quietly. Although it was just a few simple side dishes, they were already very happy. In the quiet room, the sound of laughter could be heard from time to time, but Xiang Qinglan just
Looking at it, there is a faint smile on the lips.
She walked into the kitchen with a bowl, and Qing touched his belly. He was really full. He sighed with satisfaction. He really liked days like this so much. However, he stood
When she got up, her eyes sank slightly. It seemed that Xiang Qinglan was busier now than in the past. She would take out a lot of information in the morning. Then she would sit there for almost a whole day. Sometimes, he would fall asleep, but she would still
Working.
He approached the computer and looked at the words that were still flashing on the computer. The blue wood shone with a faint light and fell on his face, giving off a slight coldness.
His fingers touched the computer screen lightly. For some reason, some strange pictures flashed across his room. He lowered his eyes and sat down involuntarily. Maybe he could, he really could.
.He didn’t want to see Xiang Qinglan working so hard, otherwise he would feel very uncomfortable.
His fingers seemed to be conscious, flashing across the computer quickly. His eyes were staring straight at the computer screen. When he pressed his fingertips, there was a series of English words, which were automatically converted into Chinese in his pupils.
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He imitated Xiang Qinglan's appearance, but he seemed to be much more powerful than Xiang Qinglan. He frowned, and the light on his face was dim, but his side face became completely indifferent.
Xiang Qinglan washed the dishes and carefully placed them in the cabinet. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, wanting to take a rest. Last night she went to bed after midnight. This morning, she got up very early.
She was really tired. She slowly opened her eyes. There were some bloodshot eyes in her eyes. It was obvious that she had not rested well.
She patted her face to calm herself down a bit, and then walked out. She looked for the man who was usually busy in the living room, but she didn't see him. Where was he going?
. She turned around and saw the man sitting in front of his computer.
Where was he doing? He walked over to Qinglan and stood behind him, but her expression changed, and her eyes were filled with an unbelievable meaning.