The ward, which was bustling with people during the day, finally became quiet at this moment.
Ye Huanyu helped him entertain visitors all day long, and his hands and feet were already weak from exhaustion.
So, after eating dinner, she curled up on the sofa in the ward and settled down.
I was holding a tablet in my hand, finger painting and killing, playing some baby games, and had a lot of fun.
Qi Yemo leaned on the bed and finished reviewing the last document. He raised his eyes and glanced at the little thing nestled on the sofa opposite.
It was the same when I thought of her in his office. She really looked like a lazy kitten, waiting for her owner to adopt her.
Thinking of this, his dark eyes suddenly darkened, he closed the computer, and his magnetic voice slowly rose——
"Ye Huanyu, are you going to stay here and play games for the next seven days?"
Ye Huanyu snorted from her nose without raising her eyes, "Tell me, what do you want this time?"
"I'm thirsty."
A few seemingly simple words, but the requirements are not low.
Ye Huanyu sighed, paused the game, stood up from the sofa, and hurried over to make a cup of tea for the noble Qi Ershao, which was neither hot nor cold, neither bitter nor astringent, neither too much nor too little.
This mysophobic grandson is very particular about a cup of tea!
Then, she held the tea cup and handed it to him respectfully, "President, please use it slowly."
He calmly took the tea cup and sipped it gracefully.
After a while, the room became quiet again.
Ye Huanyu returned to the sofa and played games, letting out muffled laughter from time to time, enjoying herself a lot.
A certain man couldn't stand it anymore.
Say, "The room is too quiet, let me tell you a joke."
Ye Huanyu raised her eyes and couldn't help but roll her eyes. She thought to herself that this guy has always been so calm that it makes people panic, but he actually has the nerve to complain that the room is too quiet?
So, Miss Ye started racking her brains to think of jokes again.
“A professor was teaching in the field and said to his students: ‘Scientific research must not be afraid of getting dirty’.”
As she spoke, she glanced at the mysophobic grandson in front of her and continued, "Then the professor squatted down, poked the cow dung on the ground with his finger, and then put his finger in his mouth and licked it clean~~"
Sure enough, an expression of disgust began to appear on this handsome and flawless face.
She was secretly amused, "One of the professor's classmates quickly said, 'Professor, I'm not afraid of getting dirty.' Then this classmate also poked the cow dung on the ground with his finger, put it in his mouth and licked it clean..."
"Ye, Huan, Yu!" Apparently, a certain mysophobic man had endured it until his veins popped out.
She suppressed her smile and continued without fear of death, "Who would have thought that the professor said: 'In addition to not being afraid of getting dirty, scientific research also needs to be good at observation. I just poked feces with my middle finger, but what I licked was my index finger.' Just after she finished speaking,
, that classmate kept vomiting..."
Ye Huanyu finished speaking while holding her breath. A strange silence passed through the cold house.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
"Wow hahaha..." Ye Huanyu burst into laughter.
Qi Yemo had a cold, sharp face, extremely dark. He pulled his lips, frowned, and threatened, "Change! If you dare to say such disgusting things again, try it!"
"
Then, she sighed and started thinking and thinking and thinking again...
"Yes, yes." She smiled and nodded, "Women ask men: What do you think we like most in men: what is big? What is thick? What is hard..."
Ye Huanyu paused and glanced at Qi Yemo deliberately and ambiguously. However, when he met his suddenly burning eyes, his heart skipped a beat!
He lowered his eyes, hoarse his voice, and asked her teasingly, "What do you think?"