The first spoiled marriage: the sweetheart of the president - Chapter 750

Qiao bao’er and Lucy sleep together. Instead of chatting and gossiping like other people’s girlfriends, they snatch the quilt all night. In terms of strength, Lucy’s victory was due to Qiao bao’er’s cold awakening in the early morning.

“What’s the matter? Have you caught a cold?”

Qiao bao’er’s grandmother was going to have morning transportation. When she heard that she came back last night, she stayed at home to wait for her to get up and chat with her. But Gu Ruyan, before dawn, went to the market to buy and prepare a good dish.

Qiao bao’er rubbed her nose with a paper towel and looked at her grandmother. Although she was over 80 years old, she still had a ruddy face and a good look. She hummed in her back nasal voice, “a little stuffy.”

Mrs. Qiao took out the medical medicine box and put the thermometer on her body. “Oh, how come you get sick as soon as you come back? If the fever is high, we’ll go to the hospital.”

Qiao bao’er’s body is still very strong. Her temperature is normal, so she has a little stuffy nose.

The creator of Lucy, watching coldly, can’t help feeling that the scene is a bit strange because of the warmth of such a family.

According to Lucy, for a long time in the past, the relationship between Qiao bao’er and her grandmother was very poor, just like walking on thin ice. Lucy thought rationally that the so-called family relationship was still a relationship of interests.

Qiao bao’er, the granddaughter-in-law of the royal family, has given birth to two heirs to the royal family after the defeat of the Qiao family. The shepherd of the royal family still loves her.

After all, the old lady of Qiao’s family tends to benefit.

Anyway, she doesn’t believe in any family love in this world. She only believes that interest is eternal.

“Your name is Lucy, right? Come and wash your hands and have breakfast. Do you like porridge? Bao’er’s aunt cooked a large pot of scallop and lean meat porridge early in the morning, which tastes good. If you don’t like porridge, there are steamed buns, barbecued pork buns and milk yellow buns. ”

With a warm smile on her face, Mrs. Qiao called Lucy to have breakfast at the small table.

Lucy has no expression, she is always used to maintain a high degree of vigilance, in a strange environment, a face, seriously looking at the table of all kinds of breakfast.

Qiao bao’er asked, “do you have steamed bread?”

Qiao bao’er’s picky food is also a wonderful flower. She doesn’t like stuffed buns. If she eats a barbecued bun, she can pick out all the barbecued buns, so she likes steamed buns.

Qiao’s family knew her food habits very well. Mrs. Qiao pulled her over politely, “yes, your father went to exercise this morning and bought some big steamed buns specially. The old pawnshop’s landlady rubs flour to steam steamed buns every day.”

Qiao bao’er and Lucy sit on the table to try different kinds of breakfast. Mrs. Qiao heats up the milk and soymilk in the kitchen before serving them out.

These are all ordinary breakfasts, which are not as exquisite as the Jun’s. Lucy takes a bite of the steamed bread and looks up at Qiao bao’er and her grandmother. For some reason, she always has an idea in her heart.

Lucy can’t say what it is. It’s always awkward.

Lucy had no home when she was a child. It wasn’t that all her family died, but she didn’t get in touch. It was her family that gave up her life.

Qiao bao’er likes to drink black soymilk, but Lucy stealthily touches it with her elbow, and the soymilk almost spills out.

“What for?”

“Your grandmother used to be so snobbish, and it’s not good for you and your aunt. Now you just accept her so much?” Lucy asked in a low voice. She didn’t think arbor was that kind of virgin.

“Or what?”

Qiao bao’er drank soybean milk and chewed her steamed bread clean. Looking up at her, she said, “do you want to keep mentioning those things, and then try every means to suppress and revenge my father and my grandmother, and watch them live in a mess, or even die in the street?”

Lucy was asked how to reply.

“When a person dies, there’s nothing left. Do you have to kill him? It’s not a bad thing to kill and set fire. You dare say you’ve never done anything wrong in your life. ”

Qiao bao’er also said something about it. He scooped half a bowl of porridge and tasted it. “Now it’s very good.”

The world of Lucy is black and white. It’s either a friend or an enemy. The boundaries are clear. She would never make anyone who provoked her feel better. In lcuy’s opinion, all things are bullshit, such as putting down the Dragon butcher’s knife, universal salvation, tolerance and love.

Not long after they had finished breakfast, Gu Ruyan came back with a bag on the left and a bag on the right, followed by a Mogao carrying two fruit boxes.

“… I went to the square dance a while ago. I know Mrs. Chen. She grew a lot of fruits in her orchard, but she didn’t sprinkle any pesticide. She grew her own food. I went to her house and asked for some. She sold me these two boxes at a low price.”

Gu Ruyan instructs Mo Gao to put down the fruit box, rushes into the kitchen, takes the fruit plate, and picks up some mangoes and lotus mist. Sakyamuni goes to the kitchen to wash them and then brings them out. He pulls Qiao Baoer and Lucy to have a try.

Mo Gao clubbed to one side and watched Gu Ruyan serve others like a servant. He was very dissatisfied.

But Qiao bao’er took a bite from Sakyamuni and said, “delicious.”

As a result, Gu Ruyan immediately said with a big smile, “I’ll tell Mrs. Chen later and ask her to leave more for you to take back to your home.”

Gu Ruyan is busy preparing lunch. She takes a few mouthfuls of breakfast herself. It’s rare for Qiao Baoer to come back, but she has to do more things against the clock.

Mo Gao doesn’t know much about this kind of effort, neither does Lucy.

Qiao Wenyu recently took part in a calligraphy class for the elderly. Qiao Wenyu’s calligraphy was good. Now that he retired too busy, he went to teach others as a teacher, and occasionally he met several powerful people to learn from each other. His daughter, who was so angry all day long that he had stomach cramps, came back, so she went home early today.

Qiao’s kitchen is crowded with several old people over 50 years old, busy cooking, washing fish and making soup.

“You don’t want to help?”

Lucy is very comfortable to enjoy, but Qiao bao’er is just leisurely picking vegetables.

“It’s going to blow out.”

Qiao bao’er’s cooking is not delicious, she doesn’t go to gather together blindly, “don’t you know, the elderly people are most afraid that they are worthless. They are happy to do it. If you hire a cook, they will not be happy

“Remember to say the dishes are delicious later.” Qiao Baoer reminds her.

Lucy’s expression was stunned, and she always felt a little confused.

Gu Ruyan made twelve dishes and one soup, and the table was almost empty. Qiao bao’er occasionally says, “it’s delicious.” Gu Ruyan and Mrs. Qiao are very satisfied with it and smile like flowers. Lucy doesn’t do so many routines. Lucy likes to eat heavy food.

“… this fried tempura is too greasy. I can only eat three. I can’t eat any more.”

Lucy stretched out her chopsticks and tried to clip them. As a result, Gu Ruyan gave her a precise pat on the back of her hand.

Looking at Lucy, Mrs. Qiao began to read, “Lucy, are you about the same age as bao’er? Are you married or not

I never want to be urged to get married. This kind of thing will happen to me.

Lucy felt very strange inside.

And Gu Ruyan also put a lot of vegetables in her bowl. She hates vegetarians the most.