"Okay, don't worry about my affairs." Ah Sang put the ring in his pocket, "Take good care of Xing'er. Ah Cheng and I will take care of other things, so don't worry."
"I know." Luo Jun nodded seriously.
"Then I'll go to Switzerland first and call you when I have news."
Patting his shoulder, Asang raised his hand gently to him, turned around and strode away.
Luo Jun walked out of the door and watched him go downstairs and out of the living room before returning to the bedroom.
Looking at Chu Xiaochen, who was still sleeping peacefully on the pillow, he walked out of the bedroom again, returned to the study, and then dialed Cheng Xiao's number.
"Everything on my side has been taken care of. How about Qiao's side? Is Mr. Qiao okay?"
"Don't worry, everything is fine. I'm rushing to the hospital. The doctor is ready to discharge Mr. Qiao. I've contacted the nursing home according to your instructions and will pick him up to stay there for a few days."
"Okay, call me anytime if you need anything."
After hanging up the phone, Luo Jun sat on the chair behind the desk. He saw a group photo on the table and reached out to take it.
Inside the photo frame is the photo taken last time he and Chu Xiaochen took Lele to Universal Studios.
He sat on the steps, one big and one small, each sitting on one of his legs. They both smiled and kissed his face.
Looking at the bright smiling faces of the three people in the photo, Luo Jun took a deep breath.
"Xing'er, don't worry, I won't let anyone take away the smile on your face."
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Beijing.
Tang Palace, Gu Chi’s villa.
In the kitchen, Gu Chi was wearing an apron and was carefully cutting the ingredients on the chopping board.
On the side, Qin Wanwan was holding a cooking book in her hand, sitting on the stove, picking fruits from the plate and reading the cooking steps above.
"...After preparing all the ingredients, pour an appropriate amount of oil into the pot and heat it..." Biting the strawberry in her hand to the tip, Qin Wanwan leaned forward and stuffed the remaining part into Gu Chi's mouth, "Hubby,
This...how much oil is the right amount of oil?”
Chewing the strawberry she stuffed, Gu Chi replied vaguely, "The right amount is the right amount."
Qin Wanwan pouted and complained, "What is the appropriate amount? The person who wrote the book is too lax. You can write one spoonful, or two spoons... the right amount? Isn't this embarrassing? Still
There is this...eight-mature, what is eight-mature, do you want to take out a piece of it and taste it when it is half fried?"
Gu Chi put down the knife in his hand, walked to the sink and rinsed the knife, then walked up to her, raised his hand to wipe away the strawberry stains on the corners of her lips, and said with a smile, "Cooking is based on feeling.
?"
"It's so difficult!" Qin Wanwan frowned, "This is simply harder than playing the piano. At this rate, I won't be able to learn a dish in a month..."
Gu Chi smiled fondly, "If you can't learn it, don't learn it. Anyway, with me here, you won't be hungry."
"But..." Qin Wanwan threw the cooking book aside and reached out to hug his neck, "I also want to cook for you..."
Gu Chi raised his hand and hugged her waist, "It's easy. You just need to be responsible for washing the vegetables. I can eat them raw."
Qin Wanwan immediately shook her little head like a little rattle, "That's okay. I heard before that eating too much raw food is not good, especially sashimi, which contains parasites..."
"I'm not interested in sashimi, I only like little rabbits..." As he said that, his palms had already pushed up her clothes, and her cute little rabbit jumped out immediately. As soon as he lowered his head, he was rude.
