He had a stomach problem the night before, and the medicine Fu Ruien took contained sleep-promoting effects, so he slept very deeply this time. Usually his biological clock would wake him up at seven o'clock, but today he slept until more than eight o'clock.
When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is not the familiar ceiling, but the small chandelier hanging on the top of the tent. He stared at the chandelier for a full three seconds before he remembered that he "stayed overnight" in Sugar Son's tent last night.
He turned to the side, and unexpectedly found that the boy who was sleeping soundly in his arms had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the opened sleeping bag on his body.
Fu Ruien got up and got out of the tent, but there was no boy in the bedroom.
The curtains have been drawn, and bright sunlight fills every corner of the bedroom. After Fu Ruien washed, he took off his pajamas, took a well-matched suit from the dressing room and put it on. The man in the mirror looked radiant, and he could no longer see the embarrassment of last night.
He pushed open the bedroom door and walked out. At the same time, a strong but not greasy smell of food rushed into his nostrils.
Fu Ruien followed the smell, and saw that in the open kitchen, Qiu Qiu was busy shuttling in front of the stove. The laptop on the table is playing a teaching video simultaneously. In the video, the chef wearing a top hat is teaching the audience how to cook soup while speaking a mouthful of Guangpu.
Qiu Qiu concentrated on studying, and carefully put the last ingredient into the bubbling soup pot, the level of precision was no less than that of chemistry experiment class in high school.
The chef said: "Some people think that it's over after the last ingredient is put in. No, I want to say that there is still the most important thing to put in the soup pot. That is the chef's love. Who is this bowl of soup for?" ?Is it love for parents, love for friends, love for guests?... Come, come with me, put, love, put, enter, go!"
Fu Ruien: ... Isn't this chef a cult
But his silly son was really fooled by the "leader".
After Qiu Qiu muttered something to the soup pot, he pinched his right fingertips on his left chest, seeming to squeeze out a handful of air, and then gathered this invisible and intangible love in his palm, carefully into the soup pot.
Fu Ruien laughed, no matter how stupid things in this world are done by Qiu Qiu, they become the most beautiful things.
As soon as Qiu Qiu turned down the fire, he heard familiar footsteps behind him. He turned around energetically and said hello: "Godfather, good morning!... Huh? You still have to go to the company in the morning?"
Fu Ruien walked towards him while fastening the cuff buttons of his shirt: "Yeah, the work schedule is too full, and there is no way to rest. I guess the driver will be here soon."
He looked at the ingredients tumbling in the pot, and asked him with interest: "What are you cooking in the morning?"
"Pork belly soup," Qiu Qiu said, "pork belly soup is good for the stomach. This is the fresh pork belly I bought at the market in the morning. I saw how uncomfortable you were yesterday, and thought you would at least rest until noon before going to work today. I just drank it at lunch."
After speaking, Qiu Qiu's voice was a little low, and it seemed that his enthusiasm had been hit a lot.
How could Fu Ruien be willing to use love as a material for Qiu Qiu to show such an expression, and simply suggested: "When the soup is ready at noon, do you want to come to my company? ... Of course, if you are too busy with homework, I can ask the driver to come back and pick it up. "
"It's okay! I can go!" Qiu Qiu's eyes lit up instantly, "I can read in the car on the way back and forth, and it won't waste much time."
Although he stayed by Fu Ruien's side for so long, he had never stepped into the Enrui Group, not even Fu Ruien's study. It is said that men at work are the most handsome, Qiu Qiu really wants to meet him.
Since the examinees have said so, of course Fu Ruien has no objection, he can take a look at Qiu Qiu, hug Qiu Qiu during the busy work, and it is best to kiss Qiu Qiu again, no matter how tired he is, he can recover.
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After breakfast, Fu Ruien was sent to the company by the driver.
As soon as he entered the office, Secretary He Yu reported that there was a lunch meeting at noon.
"Push it," Fu Ruien said, "Qiuqiu is here at noon, you order lunch, it's bigger, no need for soup, he cooked it for me in the morning."
He Yu thought to himself, the most important thing in this passage is the last sentence. Look at the boss, the tone is not like a sugar son, but a sugar wife.
Fu Ruien usually gets busy, and the morning passes in the blink of an eye, but today he feels that the time passes extremely slowly. He looks at his watch after a while, wishing he could walk into the clock and push the hands forward.
It was only a few hours apart that he started to miss it. It was the first time Fu Ruien experienced such a wonderful state of mind. He gradually began to understand why the little secretaries disappeared as soon as they got off work during the holidays.
At twelve noon, the driver went to the apartment to pick up Qiu Qiu on time.
Qiu Qiu had already put the soup into the thermos pot in advance, he handed the lunch box to the driver, and he took a photocopied review material to read on the way. Before going out, he put on the guitar again in his head, and the driver looked at him with a slight smile. Qiu Qiu didn't notice the teasing eyes of the other party, and kept thinking about which song to sing for a while.
The house is not far from Enrui Group, and it takes more than half an hour to arrive.
The driver parked the car in the exclusive parking space in the parking lot, next to the elevator dedicated to the president, which can go directly to the top floor where Fu Ruien is.
This elevator is a semi-transparent sightseeing elevator. They rushed out of the ground and gradually left all kinds of people behind. Qiu Qiu lay on the glass like a child, looking at those little tadpole-like people with fascination. crowd.
Next time he comes again, he must enter through the main entrance and take a good look at the company created by his godfather!
After ascending to the top floor, the elevator door opened. He Yu waited outside the door and led him to the president's office.
Except for the super-large and majestic president's office, the rest of the space on this floor is occupied by conference rooms and the secretariat.
To manage such a large company, Fu Ruien must have more than one secretary. He Yu is his confidential secretary and has his own office.
It was originally lunch break time, and everyone went down to look for food. But two young secretaries sat on their seats and ate cucumbers in order to lose weight, so they happened to see their boss He Yu leading a boy in his twenties towards the president's office with a smile on his face.
That boy is really good-looking, the kind of good-looking that would make kindergarten teachers prefer him since he was a child. With a guitar on his back and a thermos soup pot in his hand, he shyly flashed his eyes when he saw them, nodded slightly, and greeted them with dimples.
"Hi sister."
... The sisters suspected that he was deliberately seducing them! Otherwise, how come each of the facial features grows according to their liking? ? ! ! ! !
Before the secretary could answer, the door to the president's office opened.
They watched the little handsome guy turn his head away, and shouted to the people in the room with crooked smiles: "Godfather!"
Immediately afterwards, a big hand stretched out from the door, tightly grasped the boy's fingers, and dragged him into the president's room!
With a "bang", the door slammed in front of He Yu, and the sound of closing and locking the door could be heard clearly.
He Yu touched his almost injured nose and began to wonder if the afternoon meeting should be postponed for half an hour.
Behind him, the excited voices of the two secretaries could no longer be suppressed.
Secretary A screamed: "Ah, what is the relationship between that boy and the president just now? I heard he called Mr. Fu's godfather, tell me I'm not dreaming!"
Secretary B also followed suit: "Of course it's not a dream, such a good-looking boy, with our poor imagination, he can't even dream of it, okay?"
Secretary A: "What's it called? "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Prince Charming"?"
Secretary B: "Look, that boy is still carrying a lunch box, he's here to deliver a Bento of Love!" She deliberately asked back, "The old saying is good - to grab a man's heart, you must first grab his heart." What's going on?"
"I know I know!" Secretary A immediately connected, "It's 'dick'!"
He Yu:? ? ? ? My subordinates are so cranky, is it because they have too little work