Dry your face and get out.
"Good morning, Miss Qi. Your breakfast is ready in the kitchen." She just came downstairs and the housekeeper greeted her.
Qiqi smiled lightly, "Thank you."
She walked into the restaurant. As expected, the table was filled with her sweet porridge and eggs as usual. Today, there was no coffee, but milk instead, and a bowl of stomach-nourishing soup.
I had just sat down and taken a few bites when I heard footsteps coming in from outside.
Someone from the kitchen came in and prepared another breakfast opposite her.
It also has a very light taste.
Each dish is presented in an exquisite and sophisticated manner.
Qiqi's hand holding the spoon tensed a little.
As expected, Tang Jue came in just after breakfast was served. He was wearing a grey pajamas casually, looking luxurious and lazy.
Qiqi just glanced at it and didn't look at it again, pretending to eat breakfast seriously. Tang Jue on the opposite side didn't even look at her. The atmosphere of the whole breakfast was inexplicably stiff. Not to mention Qiqi, the person involved, even the servants beside her felt inexplicably nervous.
"Miss Qi, Young Master, is the breakfast not to your liking?"
The housekeeper came in and saw that the breakfast in front of the two people was barely touched, so he couldn't help asking. If that was the case, the kitchen would have to adjust the recipe.
Finally someone spoke, breaking the silence, and Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief. Shaking her head, she smiled faintly at the housekeeper, "No, they are all delicious. I just took some medicine, and my mouth feels a little bitter."
Her smile can be shown to everyone.
But, it won't be to him.
Tang Jue looked at her smiling face towards others from across a table, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.
One day, he would make this girl smile at him all day long, and only at him!
"You stay for lunch and cook for us yourself." He spoke in an imperative tone, not a negotiation. Moreover, he was speaking to Qiqi across from him.
Qiqi looked up at him, somewhat confused. The chefs in the Tang family were all great chefs, so why would they need her
"Not happy?" Tang Jue slowly put down the cutlery in his hand, took out a napkin and wiped his lips. Every movement was extremely elegant.
Then he lazily leaned back, showing the attitude of a noble young man, "It's time to settle the interest with you. Aren't you very good at making soup? From now on, make soup for me twice a week in the kitchen - butler, ask the kitchen to prepare the best bull whip for me now."
"What, what?" The butler felt that he must have heard it wrong.
"Bullwhip." Tang Jue repeated the two words calmly, and pointed his chin towards Qiqi, "Let Qiqi do it herself, she's very good at it."
Qiqi was a little confused. Did this young master have sex with a bullwhip
She slowly put the spoon down and looked up at Tang Jue, "I can't do it."
"Really?" His voice was light, gentle as always, but also sharp, "You really can't do it, or you only do it for Mo Xun?"
"If you really want to drink it, you can ask someone to go to my house and bring the remaining pot of soup over. Let the kitchen heat it up and it's still drinkable."
When Qiqi said this, everyone around was stunned.
Miss Qi said this...
From childhood to adulthood, what did the young master eat, wear, and use, which one was not the best? Now, can he drink what others have left
After Qiqi finished speaking, she also felt the cold air coming from the opposite side, swishing like a knife.
"You mean... you want me to pick up the things that other men don't want?" Tang Jue finally spoke, a sneer spreading from the corners of her beautiful lips, looking at her lazily and arrogantly, "Qiqi, I'm afraid you haven't figured out the situation yet - I, Tang Jue, never want things that others have played with."
After a pause, he curled his lips, and the coldness in his body spread out, "Especially people! Whoever dares to touch what I want, I will make him regret ever being a man in this life!"
Qiqi's heart was shocked, thinking of Li Chenghao's crippled hand and the life he almost lost. She explained: "Mo Xun and I are not what you think. Don't deal with him."
"If you say another word of nonsense on his behalf in front of me, I won't guarantee anything."
Tang Jue's pride is ingrained in his bones, and he will not tolerate any provocation.
Qiqi didn't want to implicate Mo Xun, so she just sighed helplessly and explained quietly: "I don't know how to make that kind of soup. The pot of soup you saw was not stewed by me, but by Mo Xun's mother. So... don't embarrass me."
Her explanation made Tang Jue pause.
Wasn't it her who cooked it
so…
Was my temper wrong last night
Tang Jue believed Qiqi's explanation, and the coldness on his face gradually dissipated, returning to his usual indifference. But the next moment, he remembered something and narrowed his eyes again, "You are now living with a man who drinks bullwhip soup every day?"
"... You also said last night that he has no interest in me." Qiqi couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved when she mentioned what happened last night.
Tang Jue's temper was inexplicable, and he was neither reasonable nor understood what "respect" meant. She didn't want to pay any more attention to Tang Jue and just took the spoon and continued to drink the porridge.
Across from her, Tang Jue knew that she was still thinking about what happened last night. Looking at her tense little face, he moved his lips and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say the words of apology anyway. In the end, he just turned his head and said to the housekeeper, "Forget about the bullwhip. I don't want it anymore."
Butler: “…”
I don't even know which play this is from.
——
After that, the two of them were silent again. Qiqi couldn't stand this silence, so she put down her chopsticks and walked out of the restaurant. Tang Jue looked at the back and suddenly lost his appetite, so he put down his chopsticks and followed him out.
When I walked into the hall, I heard her talking to Tang Song. Her voice was soft and gentle, like cotton.
"I want to go to work at the magazine this afternoon, so can I choose not to have an IV injection?"
"Well, you can give it intramuscularly, but the effect will be slower."
"It's okay, I'm in a hurry."
"Okay, you..."
"What did you just say about injection?" Tang Song hadn't finished his words when a voice suddenly interrupted. Qiqi only felt the man's breath approaching from behind. He stood behind her, making her breath tense.
Thinking of what happened last night, she felt a little frightened. She bit her lip and didn't answer him.
Tang Song answered for her nonchalantly: "Intramuscular injection."
Tang Jue raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Song coldly, then stretched out his long arms and hugged Qiqi's waist. With a little force, he pushed her over, letting her back lean tightly against his chest, and asked lightly and gently, "Where did you hit?"
Tang Song shuddered at the look in his eyes. The next moment, he suddenly understood why his face looked so ugly.
This intramuscular injection is like spanking!
It turns out that this guy is so stingy!