Chapter 132： Poor duo~

Chapter 132 Poor Duo~

One hour later, He Yunting and Song Bai came downstairs. Qiao Yi's rice is almost done.

At this moment, the doorbell rang again.

The sound was rapid, accompanied by the sound of smashing the door.

Qiao glanced at the dark sky outside, and asked in his heart, who is this, the night.

Because the voice was too urgent, Uncle Jiang ran to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, I heard Uncle Jiang exclaimed, "Second Young Master, what's the matter with you?"

Qiao Yi: "..."

She just said, as if she had forgotten something. Turns out to forget the individual.

He Yunting and Song Bai, who had just walked down the stairs, glanced at each other.

It turned out that I still have a younger brother.

It turns out that I have more than one master.

"Water, Uncle Jiang, I want water."

He Yuncheng was sitting on the floor like collapse, his eyes were straight, his lips were chapped, and the whole body was gray.

He Yunting walked to the door and glanced at his younger brother. The embroidered sweater turned off-white, and the lifelike dragon on his chest seemed to shuttle in the smog.

And the pair of AJs on his feet, all covered with mud, and there are weeds on the outside of the mud.

He Yunting nodded in satisfaction, this outfit, how pleasing to the eye.

Song Bai nodded in agreement, and the Second Young Master suddenly made him look foreign.

He Yuncheng's eyes eagerly stretched out his hand to his brother and Song Bai, hoping to give him a hand.

As a result, He Yunting looked disgusted, and Song Bai looked up at the scenery.

As they say yes, they turn around at the same time.

Song Bai: "Qiao Yi, I'll help you arrange the dishes and chopsticks."

He Yunting: "Give Xiaoyu a spoon and let him eat by himself!"

Leave side by side.

He Yuncheng: "……"

At the dinner table, Qiao Yi has finished feeding the little dolphin a bowl of small wontons, and He Yuncheng has not yet come down upstairs.

"Second Young Master, are you okay?" Qiao Yi asked worriedly.

He Yunting caught a piece of fish and sent it to his mouth. He glanced at her, ignored the words, and completely ignored the younger brother.

Song Bai’s meal was so shiny, he kept admiring, “Qiao Yi, the food you cook is the best of my growth, and it’s even better than the five-star chef’s. Are you a cook before?"

Qiao scooped up a wonton, brought it to his mouth and blew it, and then fed it to the little dolphin, "Big Brother Song, don't praise me. When I was a child, my family was poor. My mother took me to eat a hundred schools of rice, and each family learned a little. Naturally it's in its own way."

It’s not good to call Song Bai’s name directly.

He Yunting's eyes flashed.

The first half of what she said is true. The original owner did wander with Qiao Lian for a while when he was a child. That period was the most bitter memory in the original owner's life, so the memory is very clear.

As for the second half of the passage, it is naturally made up for the current situation.

He Yunting: "Are you not from the Imperial Capital?"

"No, I am from Jiangcheng."

Song Bai: "So you are from Jiangcheng. No wonder, you cook such authentic Jiangnan flavor. My boss loves Jiangnan cuisine. For this reason, the second master went to S city to dig a cook. I think he did it. It's not as delicious as you did."

Talk more!

Song Bai was overjoyed, and he couldn't stop talking, even He Yunting glared at him, but he didn't even notice.

He Yunting put the chopsticks off, and suddenly said, “There is something wrong with the newly-acquired land of the Q city branch. You will fly by tonight. If you don’t solve it, don’t come back.”

Song Bai stayed for a while.

Q city is on the border of China, and it's not a piece of money. Why did you send him there suddenly?

Boss, I did something wrong again? Is it too late to admit the mistake now?

Qiao raised his eyebrows, what kind of moth came out of the big boss?

Song Bai did not dare to neglect, put down his chopsticks, took out his mobile phone and checked, "Boss, the last flight at 8:30."

He Yunting looked at him with a look like "Are you still waiting for me to book you a ticket?"

Song Bai didn't dare to look at it anymore, but Baba bowed his head aggrievedly and ordered one for himself.

He got up and thanked Joe with a sad expression, "Joy, thank you for your hospitality, I have some business to deal with, so I'll go ahead."

Is there anything else I don’t know, Song Bai was silently dispatched by the boss.

It’s weird, you didn’t say anything just now?

Big Boss was indeed moody, as her assistant said.

Qiao did not leave him again, smiled, "Then, Brother Song will come again next time, pick one day when you rest."

Song Bai was about to say yes, only to feel a cold wind hit, and the boss had a knife in his eyes, making him look terrified.

The good words that came to his lips made him swallow it alive, huh...Why is it always me who is hurt?

It’s over, little cuties, remember to vote, see you tomorrow~

(End of this chapter)