To feed by mouth.
"Qiao Qiao, what happened to your hand?" Hao Youran asked in surprise when she saw Qiao Qiao's heavily bandaged fingers.
Qiao Qiao reflexively clenched her fingers, her expression unnatural for a moment.
Qiao Qiao turned her face away. Hao Youran did not know if it was her misconception, but she felt that Qiao Qiao's back had become much more weathered.
"Youran, I don't think he's suitable for cooking." Qiao Qiao's voice sounded a little ethereal.
Er … It seemed like he had been dealt a blow.
Hao Youran was secretly speechless. She laughed dryly and sat down beside Qiao Qiao. She held her shoulder and comforted her. "Qiao Qiao, don't be discouraged. People don't know everything from the beginning. There's always a process of familiarity and familiarity, right?"
Qiao Qiao shook her head. She covered her face and said, "But this is the third time I've cut my hand. I don't want to see Shaochen today."
If he saw her hand wrapped up like a dumpling, she didn't know how he would despise her.
Qiao Qiao felt most apologetic towards the chef who had been teaching her how to make soup. The middle-aged fat uncle had a kind face like the Maitreya Buddha. When he saw her bleeding finger, he almost had a heart attack.
Who would have thought that a cut finger could bleed for half a day? No matter what he did, he couldn't stop the bleeding. It was quite horrifying to look at.
Later, when the bleeding finally stopped, the other party put on a long face and kowtowed to her, begging her not to step into the kitchen again. Qiao Qiao's heart was also broken at that time.
"Nobody is perfect. I'd better not enter the kitchen in the future." Qiao Qiao concluded with a sigh.
Hao Youran couldn't help but sigh when she saw how depressed she was.
"Sigh, I wanted to introduce you to a traditional recipe. I heard that it's very effective for people with fear of the cold. But looking at your situation, I don't think you'll need it."
Qiao Qiao's expression softened a little.
After a while, Hao Youran felt someone tugging at her clothes again.
She turned around and saw Qiao Qiao smiling eagerly. "Youran, what kind of traditional recipe are you talking about?"
"It's for treating fear of the cold. Didn't I hear you mention that Shaochen is afraid of the cold? I specifically asked. "
Hao Youran recalled what He Shaoqiu had said to her and repeated it to Qiaoqiao. Sure enough, Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up when she heard it. She smiled even more eagerly. "What kind of folk recipe is this? Is it really effective? "
"Why would I lie to you? I heard that many of the older generation relied on pharmacology to cure their fear of cold. "
Qiao Qiao was a little moved.
Hao Youran glanced at her and shrugged helplessly. "But looking at you, they probably won't let you near the kitchen in the future."
"Uh … Actually, it's not that exaggerated." Qiao Qiao looked at her fingers.
However, she definitely wouldn't be allowed to touch sharp utensils again.
She clung to Hao Youran again. "Youran, just tell me. Even if I don't do it, I can get the chef to do it. If Shaochen's fear of the cold can be cured, you'll be our great benefactor!"
"Hmph, you really want to know?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
She never joked about He Shaochen's matters.
Hao Youran saw her serious expression and shrugged. "Only a good person like me would care so much about your matters. If this recipe is really effective, you have to thank me in the future."
Qiao Qiao nodded. If it was really effective, even if Hao Youran didn't say it, she would thank her properly.
"If it's really effective, I'll definitely thank you properly!"
"Then you have to promise me a condition." Hao Youran began to take advantage of the situation.
"What condition?"
"Hehe, I can't tell you now. I'll tell you when Shaochen's fear of the cold improves." Hao Youran smiled meaningfully, but it made Qiao Qiao feel a chill down her spine.
She laughed dryly and said, "Youran, you're making me panic. Tell me what it is first."
If she agreed directly but couldn't do it, then it would be awkward.
She never gave empty promises. She would do what she promised well, but before she made a promise, she would weigh and consider whether she could do it or not.
Hao Youran pursed her lips. "Now is not the time. I'll tell you when the time is right."
"Why can't you tell me now?" Qiao Qiao whispered.
"Don't worry. You can definitely do what I say. When the time comes, you just have to support me." Hao Youran changed into a very relaxed tone. She patted Qiao Qiao's shoulder and said.
Qiao Qiao glanced at Hao Youran suspiciously. Although she was still hesitant, she also understood that Hao Youran wouldn't really ask for something that would make it difficult for her.
What's more, she was now begging for help, so she compromised.
"Okay, I promise you. Youran, it's because you're my best friend that I'm going to break my principles …"
Hao Youran smiled and hugged Qiao Qiao's shoulder. She said, "Don't worry. I won't make it difficult for you. When the time comes, you just have to stand firmly by my side."
"Okay."
— —
After receiving the indigenous recipe from Hao Youran, Qiao Qiao was both excited and nervous.
She asked someone to buy the things written on the indigenous recipe and asked the chef to prepare the soup. Then, she took a car to Building 101.
She had been here frequently these days, so she was familiar with the layout of the company. Some of the bolder employees even joked with her. "Young Madam, are you here to visit again?"
"Young Madam, Boss is also working conscientiously today. He definitely isn't having an affair with another woman."
Qiao Qiao almost slipped when she heard that. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She wasn't here to catch him in the act.
At the president's office.
Qiao Qiao knocked on the door. After hearing the answer, she walked in.
He Shaochen had a rough understanding of Qiao Qiao's schedule over the past few days. Although he buried his head in work, he knew that the person who came was Qiao Qiao.
He didn't even raise his head and said, "Didn't I say that you don't have to make soup anymore?"
"Today, I got an indigenous recipe from Youran. She said that it can treat the cold, so I tried it," Qiao Qiao explained as she put the things on the coffee table.
He Shaochen looked up and saw that Qiao Qiao's hand was wrapped in thick gauze.
He frowned and said in a reproachful tone, "Did you cut your finger again?"
"Erm …" Qiao Qiao was stunned. She quickly put her hand behind her back and smiled. "It was just an accidental cut. I've already stopped the bleeding. It's okay."
"Come here." He Shaochen's voice sounded a little cold.
"Erm …"
Why did she feel that he was angry? Qiao Qiao felt a chill down her spine. She looked at him cautiously but didn't move.
"Don't make me say it a second time."
He was strong and domineering. His aura was irresistible.
Qiao Qiao laughed dryly. She accepted her fate and moved over. Before she could reach him, someone grabbed her wrist. Her vision spun and she fell into a warm embrace.
"Shaochen!"
He Shaochen grabbed her injured hand and gently removed the gauze.
The innermost layer of gauze was stained with blood. The wound hadn't healed and seemed to be bleeding. Qiao Qiao wanted to pull her hand back, but she couldn't.
He Shaochen glanced at her unhappily and said, "You're always clumsy. Why do you keep trying things that you're not good at?"
"I just …"
"Don't talk back!"
"…"
Okay, okay. She was at fault this time. Qiao Qiao shrunk her neck like a primary school student who knew she had made a mistake. She muttered softly, "I know I'm wrong."
He Shaochen raised his eyebrows when he saw her admit her mistake. He used his free hand to rub Qiao Qiao's head and said, "That's not wrong."
With that said, he put Qiao Qiao's injured finger into his mouth.
The tip of his tongue slid over the wound on Qiao Qiao's finger, bringing with it a warm and gentle feeling. Her finger unconsciously trembled slightly, causing Qiao Qiao's entire body to tremble as if electricity was flowing through it.
"…"
Her face was a little red. Her heart was thumping non-stop. She never thought that just sucking on her finger could cause such a huge throbbing.
Qiao Qiao took a deep breath to calm herself down. She wanted to pull her finger away, but the other party seemed to be addicted to playing with it. The tip of his tongue kept licking her finger.
"Shaochen … the soup is getting cold." Qiao Qiao felt that her voice was trembling.
He Shaochen glanced at the soup indifferently and hugged Qiao Qiao even tighter. "Forget it if it's cold."
With that said, he pressed his hand on the back of Qiao Qiao's head and pressed her down. He captured her soft lips and gave her a long and lingering kiss.
After that.
The two of them sat on the sofa next to the president's office.
Qiao Qiao touched her red and swollen lips and muttered unhappily, "How am I going to meet people when I go out later?"
"Just meet them as you should. They won't dare to say anything." He Shaochen drank his soup elegantly. His tone was as hateful as ever.
In any case, he had the final say.
Qiao Qiao had no choice but to give up. She wondered if she should wear a mask later.
He Shaochen drank half of the soup and couldn't drink anymore. He put down the bowl, frowned, and asked, "Why does it smell like medicine?"
"Because it's Chinese medicine." Qiao Qiao explained. She glanced at the remaining half of the soup. "Drink some more. It's good for you."
"I'm not drinking it." He Shaochen decisively refused.
This thing had a strange smell. The reason he drank it earlier was because of Qiao Qiao. Otherwise, he wouldn't have touched this damned thing.
"You're really not drinking it?" Qiao Qiao's heart was in a mess. She looked at the soup and thought about how Hao Youran had gone to great lengths to find the recipe for her. In the end, He Shaochen was so perfunctory. She couldn't help but feel sorry for his painstaking efforts.
He Shaochen raised his brow when he saw her like that. He said unhurriedly, "I can drink it."
"Huh?" Qiao Qiao looked back at him.
Young Master He raised his chin proudly and said domineeringly and ostentatiously, "I'll drink it if you feed me."
"…"
Was this person a child?
Qiao Qiao's lips twitched, but she still picked up the bowl in resignation. This was good for him. If he could drink more, she could feed him.
Just as Qiao Qiao was about to pass the spoon to He Shaochen's mouth, he lowered his eyes slightly. He looked at the spoon and smirked. "Don't you think you're being too perfunctory?"
"Huh?" Qiao Qiao frowned. This person had too many problems.
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