Fast time travel cannon fodder: the villain boss is forced to resign

Chapter 151 The Unpalatable Noodle Stall 11
Qi Yuan had a headache, so he could only make an excuse, but before he could say the excuse, the old ladies changed their voices and stared at Qi Yuan in amazement.

"No wonder Xiaoyuan came back. Your mother is so efficient. She introduced such a handsome young man to you that day."

Mrs. Liu nodded her head, looked at Ming Sui who was walking over, smiled and praised vigorously, praised Chi Wan as a mother for treating Qi Yuan sincerely, praised Qi Yuan for being lucky, and praised Ming Sui for being good-looking.

Qi Yuan turned his head and saw Ming Sui, "Aren't you going back?"

Song Lin was determined to be uneasy and kind, and if he returned later after taking the tonic, there might be some accidents.

"Well, go back later."

Mingsui greeted all the old men and ladies, and then ordered the subordinates behind him to bring over the gifts they had bought temporarily. There were no expensive gifts in the nearby supermarket, so Mingsui won by quantity and almost emptied the gift section of the supermarket.

The old ladies were overjoyed, and one by two they kept praising Ming Sui. The old lady Qi patted Qi Yuan's hand, she burst into tears, and praised Chi Wan, a mother who knows how to look at people, and introduced such a thing to Qi Yuan. What a boyfriend.

After a little thought, Ming Sui sorted out the matter, no wonder Qi Yuan appeared with Song Lin.

Ming Sui knew very well what was going on in the Xu family, so he had to ask him for help or Song Lin.

No wonder the Xu family's decision to return to Qi Yuan turned out to be that kind of idea.

Ming Sui couldn't figure out some details, but he couldn't ask Qi Yuan directly, for he was afraid of stirring up her sadness.

Ming Sui heard Mrs. Qi praise Chi Wan, but didn't expose it. At this time, he felt that he had a conscience, and he knew how to think about his girlfriend's grandmother.

Those who have such thoughts, including the subordinates behind Ming Sui, can't help elevating Qi Yuan's position in their hearts. After all, she is the only one who can make her husband compromise.

The old lady Qi greeted Ming Sui to go home for dinner, but Ming Sui was not polite, he wanted to get closer to Qi Yuan's life, and get closer until she got used to his presence.

Following Mrs. Qi into the small courtyard, Mrs. Qi greeted Ming Sui to enter the room. The stove was still warm, and the eight-watt incandescent lamp was working tirelessly, illuminating the crowded world.

Mrs. Qi set out some fruit plates and pastries, and cheerfully went into the kitchen to work. Qi Yuan wanted to go in, but was kicked out abruptly.

"You can't throw your boyfriend out alone, be obedient, and chat with that kid for a while."

The old lady Qi was worried, what if Qi Yuan was really asked to cook, Ming Sui knew that Qi Yuan's cooking was unpalatable, what would she do if he dumped her?
Mrs. Qi wondered why Qi Yuan's noodle stall hadn't closed down yet?

It's obviously unpalatable to make it. At the beginning, she asked the people around to coax Qi Yuan a little bit, but she didn't expect to give her confidence and dare to go out to set up a stall.

Is there a good one?
Qi Yuan was rushed back to the living room, skillfully dug out a roasted sweet potato, and handed it to Ming Sui, "It's sweet, and it's still hot."

The skin of the roasted sweet potato is covered with ash, and some places have been burnt. It exudes a sweet and burnt smell, which is very attractive.

Ming Sui took the roasted sweet potato, broke it in half, and handed half to Qi Yuan, "Let's eat together."

Qi Yuan was not polite, biting the roasted sweet potato, dug out the old-fashioned TV remote control, and turned on the old-fashioned TV that still needed a set-top box.

Ming Sui looked at the furnishings in the house and fell into love for Qi Yuan.

He stared at Qi Yuan's side face, the porcelain white was exquisite, and his whole body was cold, which complemented the season at this time.

Ming Sui wanted to open his mouth to take Qi Yuan away from here, but he was afraid of offending her. In Qi Yuan, he didn't see dissatisfaction with the current environment, nor did he see...the vitality of hardship and progress. She was like a stone statue, standing still. Do not move.

Qi Yuan bit the roasted sweet potato and stared at the TV in a daze. She promised Song Lin that the 100 billion yuan should be done as soon as possible, and Song Lin's auction house must also be done.

[Host, here we suggest not to mess with the male lead, we don't have this task indicator. 】

"The hero is not allowed to have anything that the big tonic doesn't have."

[...Host, actually, this world is not black and white, and the male protagonist is allowed to own it, which means that the harm is not great. 】

"Oh."

【You just need to understand!so--】

"But the Great Tonic doesn't."

【…】

Qi Yuan added, "No big tonics are allowed."

【…】

Qi Yuan recovered from the advertisement, "So there must be no male lead."

[Okay, Xiao Que has a heart. 】

The system closed its eyes and waited for Qi Yuan's violent fist. As a result, it was imprisoned in a small black room for 24 hours—the host reported it for pornography! ! !
The host is both heartless and scheming! ! !
After the three of them had dinner, Ming Sui stayed for a while and then left.

The old lady Qi called Qi Yuan and asked Qi Yuan to send Ming out of the alley. She had bad legs and feet, so she was sent to the door.

Qi Yuan sent Ming out of the alley, "Be careful on the road."

Ming Sui's eyes moved slightly, his eyes flickered for an instant, and his heart beat suddenly and violently. He thought, even if he was admitted to the ICU today, it would be a worthwhile trip.

Sometimes, the most common words are often the most touching.

Mingsui's Adam's apple slipped, and it was extremely difficult for him to spit out a complete and calm sentence. He just wanted to stop time, or, to slow down.

"The alley is deep, I'll watch you go back first." Ming Sui suppressed the pain in his heart, and uttered a sentence he thought was most appropriate.

He wanted to look at her for a while, even if it was just from her back.

Qi Yuan glanced at Ming Sui's expression, the end of his eyes twitched, he understood what Ming Sui meant, and didn't bother to pester him, "Yeah."

Qi Yuan's relentless back makes Ming Sui fall into doubt again, does she like him?
Not far away, Chen Feng leaned against the car door, yawned, bit his milk tea, and shook his head, "Men, single is invincible."

Look at the appearance of Mr., like an abandoned son of a bitch, pitiful.

Qi Yuan put his hand on the door and couldn't open it no matter how hard he twisted it, "Grandma? Grandma?"

Qi Yuan yelled a few times, but couldn't hear anything. She suspected that Mrs. Qi tricked her out just to prevent her from going back.

Could it be... to match her with the big tonic?

Is the old lady so open-minded?

Qi Yuan walked out of the alley, but Ming Sui still stood there without moving a bit.

"Do you think I should find a hotel for me, or take it back to your house?"

Ming Sui clenched his fists to his lips, his eyes dodged, and the tips of his ears were slightly red: "Ahem..."

My heart hurts even more.

Looking at Ming Sui's shy little expression, Qi Yuan couldn't help but bend his lips. In a breath, Qi Yuan's eyes suddenly changed, and he grabbed Ming Sui's wrist.

Ming Sui's face was pale, and his heartbeat was chaotic and violent. He felt that it was a pity to die now, and they had only been together for half a day.

"Okay, what time is it, I still want to do something messy." Qi Yuan rolled his eyes at Ming Sui, took out a silver needle, and stuck it on Ming Sui's right ring finger.

"Ten fingers connected to the heart, your disease can be controlled, but the medicine is not easy to do."

Ming Sui's heart was still throbbing, but it gradually calmed down. The slight numbness of the needle seemed to connect the heart, and different pains were intertwined.

"You know medicine?"

Ming Sui didn't want to doubt anything, he could treat the investigation materials as waste paper, as a joke, as long as she told her, he would believe it.

Just trust her.

(End of this chapter)