That night, Han Qing did drive directly from North City to Su City to find Han Muzi as Su.

It was already evening when he arrived. Because he said it on the phone in advance, Xiaoyan went to a nearby supermarket to buy some materials needed and prepared to have a late-night snack together.

Xiaoyan's cooking skills are not bad at all. In addition, she has been with Han Muzi in recent years, in order to fill her belly that can't stand the takeaway, she has developed a good cooking skill.

Han Muzi and Xiaomidou both rely on her to cook.

When she heard that she was going to cook, Xiaomi Dou was so greedy that she almost drooled, "Auntie Xiaoyan, are we going to make hot pot later?"

Upon hearing the words, Xiaoyan looked down at him strangely: "It's not winter now, what hot pot to eat? Are you not afraid of the heat to death?"

When Xiaomi Dou heard this, she was displeased and pouted her lips and said, "You can also eat hot pot in summer. Aunt Xiaoyan, don't you think it's very exciting?"

This is what it means

Xiaoyan narrowed her eyes and looked at Xiaomi Dou, and suddenly stretched out her index finger and poked it on Xiaomi Dou's forehead.

"It's a touch? You've also learned a professional term. You little foodie, don't think I don't know you want to eat meat."

"Um." Xiaomidou covered her forehead, her white and tender little face full of anger: "Can you make hot pot?"

"No." Xiaoyan turned around and turned on the faucet to wash vegetables: "Your uncle works all year round. It takes more than two hours to drive from Beicheng to Su City? And they should be tired enough when they are socializing outside. You still let others come over to eat hot pot? Can you let others eat something good in the middle of the night?"

After hearing the words, Xiaomi Dou blinked, as if she read other meanings from her words.

Xiaomi Dou suddenly said something amazing: "Auntie Xiaoyan, why do you care so much about my uncle? Do you like him?"

"What did you say?" Xiaoyan suddenly jumped up like she was being stepped on her tail, staring at the surroundings with wide eyes, and then when she found that there was no one around, she quickly reached out to cover Xiaomi Dou's mouth: "You, you, you must not talk nonsense, do you know?"

Xiaomidou was covered by her mouth, unable to speak, but just blinked her eyes and stared at her.

His appearance made Xiaoyan feel guilty and quickly let go of her hand, "Don't you tell me nonsense? Otherwise, I won't get food for you next time."

After hearing the words, Xiaomi Dou seemed to have thought of something and tilted her head and said, "Did Aunt Xiaoyan make hot pot for Xiaomi Dou?"

Xiaoyan stood up, feeling depressed, and took the food in the bag angrily, and said, "Can you make it work? Really, I probably owe you, my little ancestor in my previous life."

*

At this time, in the room upstairs, Han Muzi had already taken a shower, changed into a simple T-shirt and home pants, and stood at the window and making a phone call.

"Mr. Lin, I had asked my assistant to record and save the request you made. The time we agreed was within one month. Tomorrow I will ask my assistant to go over to see how Ms. Zhao looked like her figure, and then I will design the work you want within the agreed time."

Speaking of this, Han Muzi paused, looked at the stars in the sky outside the window, and couldn't help but remind: "But it's already eight o'clock in the evening, and it's already rest time."

When the other party heard this, he smiled embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, I'm too anxious to be urged, so I won't bother Miss Han to rest."

Han Muzi cut off the call, then placed her phone on the desktop, then went to the bathroom to take pictures of skin care products and blow dry her hair.

When she finished doing all this, she happened to see her cell phone vibrating.

Han Muzi walked over and picked up her phone, and happened to see the call from Han Qing.

"Have you arrived?"

Thinking of this, Han Muzi didn't answer the phone, but went downstairs to open the door with her shoes.

After opening the door, they saw Han Qing standing at the door with dust. The two of them looked at each other in the air. Han Muzi went to look behind him, "You are the only one?"

Having not seen her for a long time, Han Qing really missed her and couldn't help but reach out to rub her head.

Han Muzi was stunned for a moment, and she forced herself to keep her hair away. After he rubbed her hair, she said, "Brother, I'm no longer a child. It's not appropriate for you to rub my hair like this."

"In my eyes, you will always be a child." Han Qing replied without expecting that.

Hearing the words, Han Muzi was a little crazy and bit her lower lip and turned to him to walk in. "Brother, can we discuss it? You can rub your head when you are at home, and can you not do this when you go out?"

She still remembers that when he was abroad, he wanted to return home and she went to take the plane.

As a result, when Han Qing was about to leave, he actually rubbed her head in public.

Thinking about it, she was holding Xiaomi Dou and wearing a pair of high heels, but Han Qing actually rubbed her head.

At first, Han Muzi was not used to his approach, but later she saw that Han Qing's eyes were full of pampering and surprises of regaining losses, but she couldn't bear to refuse, but she didn't expect that she would develop a habit for him later.

Now Han Muzi even feels like he is raising himself as a daughter.

Daughter

Han Muzi was amused and crying.

"If you really like to rub your head, rub your nephew more."

When Han Qing mentioned his nephew, he walked in, closed the door with his backhand, and took off his shoes at the entrance. As a result, he saw that there were only a few pairs of women's slippers on the shoe rack. He couldn't help but frown and said, "Why didn't you prepare for me?"

Hearing the words, Han Muzi curled her lips and said, "I didn't know you would come here so early. You haven't had time to go to the supermarket today."

After saying that, she bent down and took out the largest pair of women's slippers inside: "Just wear it."

Han Qing looked at the women's slippers and was silent for a long time, but finally walked in barefoot.

"Brother, who are you disliked? There are no one else at home, so you don't have to be embarrassed."

“Breathable.”

Han Qing said in a deep voice.

The two walked inside together. When they reached the living room, Xiaoyan suddenly walked out of the kitchen. Seeing Han Qing coming, a pink color immediately appeared on her pretty face: "Han, Mr. Han is here!"

"Yes." Han Qing nodded to her.

When the eyes collided, Xiaoyan's face turned redder. She bit her lip and said, "I'm still cooking. Mr. Han will sit first and it will be fine soon."

After saying that, he turned around and quickly got into the kitchen.

"uncle!"

At the same time, a small figure rushed out of the kitchen and headed straight for Han Qing.

Seeing that small figure, Han Qing's originally dark eyes dyed a hint of warmth, and he half-squatted down and carried him into his arms.

"Yishu."

Han Yishu was the name Han Qing gave him at the beginning.
Chapter completed!