When it was getting dark, Xiao Qinqian carried her equipment and walked outside the villa. She looked at the light on the second floor with her big eyes reluctantly, then turned around and resolutely left this place full of love.
Her first stop was a teahouse in the suburbs, with lights everywhere, quiet but not cold.
Although this place is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there is no shortage of people coming, and it is as lively as ever.
Looking at everything around her, she swept away the depressed mood in her heart, raised her little hand and pressed the baseball cap on her head, and walked inside happily until she reached the familiar attic.
A woman in a red cheongsam upstairs raised her beautiful lips and stared at a small figure.
When Xiao Qinqian appeared, she had already noticed the small and cool child, fully dressed, wearing a hat and a mask, so she couldn't see the little face and couldn't tell whether it was male or female, but she had a very familiar feeling.
Like that little baby, but it's unlikely. The man valued the little baby so much that he couldn't let the little baby be alone outside.
"Asan, hurry down and treat the kid who just came in." The woman turned around and looked at the person behind her, and said briskly.
"Okay, boss." After hearing this, Asan understood and walked away.
In the private room on the first floor, Xiao Qinqian had just put down his backpack and sat down. Just as he was about to take off his mask, he saw Asan coming in, so he put his hands down, his big eyes flashed, and he looked at him calmly, wanting to call someone.
But then he calmed down, no, no, if he did this, he would be easily discovered.
"Hello, little friend. Here is the menu. Take a look at what you want to eat?" Asan seemed not to notice her action, put the menu in front of her, and smiled.
Looking at the rich delicacies on the menu, Xiao Qin Qian felt even hungrier. He read a few pages and then spoke in a calm voice:
"1 portion of signature sweet and sour pork ribs, 2 portions of steamed dumplings, 2 portions of special steamed chicken feet, and 1 bowl of rice."
"Okay, see if you need anything else?" Asan heard the familiar names of the dishes. The signature sweet and sour pork ribs and special steamed chicken feet were both made by the boss himself, and few people knew about them, so he was a little skeptical.
As he spoke, he turned and walked to the refrigerator next to him, opened it, and then took out a bottle of strawberry drink, opened the lid, put the straw into the bottle, and placed it in front of her and said gently:
"Hello, little friend. This drink is made by our boss himself. There is only one bottle left. Our boss will not allow anyone to buy it, but our boss said that you look so familiar, please drink it."
Qin Qian listened, raised his head and looked at him with a smile in his eyes. It seems that he can't drink it without being in front of him, so he raised his little hand and took off the mask casually, and then smiled politely:
"Thank you, brother, please help me thank your boss."
A San looked at the ordinary and unfamiliar little face in front of him, and felt relieved, and smiled: "Little friend, you're welcome."
"Wait for about ten minutes. Call me at any time if you have anything, I won't disturb you." Asan looked at the little boy who was drinking the drink elegantly and said.
"Well, okay, okay, the drink is really good. Thank you." Qin Qian stopped drinking the drink and said with satisfaction.
After watching Ah San leave, he closed the door, touched his face, smiled slyly, and luckily he had kept a trick.
This fake face was specially left for her by grandpa to play with, but he didn't expect it to be put to use, not bad.
Hehe, next time I see him, I will ask grandpa to give me more fun things.
In less than ten minutes, the door opened again, and the waiter came in with a cart, put everything on the table, and left.
Qin Qian picked up the chopsticks, looked at the delicious food in front of him, and ate it elegantly. It was really good. Godmother's cooking skills were still as good as ever. It would be a waste of talent if I didn't come to her house.
(Qin Yinjiu: Baby, can you bear to watch me kneel on the durian?
Little Qin Qian: Don't worry, Mommy can't bear it
Di Qianhan: See if I can bear it
Little Qin Qian: Angry women are really hard to deal with)
After Qin Qian finished eating and packed up, he took out five Mao Zedongs from his backpack and put them on the table. He walked out and said something to the waiter, and then left.
The waiter came in and saw the Mao Zedongs and a piece of paper on the table. He quickly picked them up and ran out to find the child. As a result, he almost bumped into his beautiful boss at the door and apologized in panic:
"Boss...I'm sorry."
"What's the matter?" The woman was not angry and spoke lightly.
The waiter handed her the RMB and paper in his hand and said, "This is what the little boy who just had dinner left. He paid too much."
The woman looked at the crooked words on the paper, which were all in pinyin. Her mouth twitched and translated it to mean:
Fairy boss, the strawberry drink you made is really delicious. Just like you, you are also very beautiful. I hope I can have a chance to drink it in the future.
Can the delicious strawberry drink be compared with her beauty? She is really a child. Her sentences are not fluent and she only knows pinyin.
It seems that she is not a little baby at all. That little baby writes beautifully. Besides, this is a boy.
"It's okay. Next time you come, give him a free meal," the woman said generously.
"Okay, boss."
....
Little did she know that Qin Qian, who was waiting for the car, breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that her godmother would no longer doubt her.
At this time, the van parked in front slowly backed away until it stopped in front of little Qin Qian.
A tall man got off the car, walked slowly towards Xiao Qinqian, then squatted in front of her, trying to show a friendly face:
"Little friend, are you waiting for the car? Do you want your brother to give you a ride?"
"Uncle, you can't help but smile so awkwardly? It's quite scary." Xiao Qinqian looked at him and smiled.
"Interesting, interesting. Aren't you afraid of me?" The man heard his words and then narrowed his eyes.
"You don't have a bad guy written on your face, so you are a good person." Xiao Qinqian listened and continued to maintain an innocent smile.
"Haha, very interesting, then you get in the car." The man said and made a gesture of invitation.
Just when Qinqian wanted to get in the car, she saw a little brother with messy hair in the back seat, even so he couldn't hide his handsomeness.
He tried hard to raise his body, leaned against the window and weakly said to her with his mouth: Let's go.
Little Qin Qian's heart skipped a beat, and there seemed to be a voice in her heart: I can't leave, I have to save him.
Little Qin Qian calmed down immediately, it seems that this strange uncle is really not a good person.
"Where are you going?" Qin Qian looked up and asked.
"Qincheng."
"Then let's go, it's just on the way." Yes, her grandfather is in Qincheng. Little Qin Qian said, and walked to the back seat of the car.
"So casual?" Mo Cheng looked at the little figure, messy in the wind, he is really a bad guy, nowadays children are so naive.
A few days later, Mo Cheng seriously suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes at that time, otherwise why would he provoke such a little devil.
After getting in the car, Xiao Qinqian saw another person in the back seat and pretended to be surprised and shouted:
"Uncle, why is this little brother so dirty? He seems to be injured? Are you a human trafficker?"
Mo Cheng, who was about to drive, was speechless after hearing these three questions, especially when he heard the harsh two words: uncle.
Is he that old? He is only 25 years old.
"Call him brother." Mo Cheng held his breath and coaxed him patiently.
"What's the benefit of calling him?" Xiao Qinqian looked at him cunningly.
"Call him, I'll save him."
"Brother" Xiao Qinqian heard it and called him sweetly to the back of his head.
Mo Cheng heard it, raised his eyebrows, and said evilly: "I'll save him."
"Brother is mighty" Xiao Qinqian praised loudly and flatteringly.
Mo Cheng was overjoyed when he heard this, and he sang along with the rhythm of the music: "You are my little girl, little apple..."
What a childish uncle. When Xiao Qinqian heard his singing, the corners of her mouth twitched.
"Little brother, are you okay?" Xiao Qinqian looked at him with her charming big eyes, showing a smile that she thought was super cute, and asked in a low voice.
Fu Yaoting wanted to scold him when he heard the question, but turned around and saw the little boy next to him with a smile on his face, and silently swallowed the words that were on his lips.
The seemingly ordinary face has an unusual charm. She moved her lips and said, "I'm fine"
Looking at such a handsome little brother in front of her, her eyes instantly became brighter, and she couldn't help but say:
"Little brother, you are so handsome. More handsome than my dad."
It was the first time that Fu Yaoting heard such a straightforward compliment.
His face was slightly hot, and then he coughed twice uncomfortably: "Cough... cough..."
Little Qin Qian looked at his red face and was very worried, so she stretched out her little hand to touch his forehead and her own forehead repeatedly, and then nodded thoughtfully: "You may have a fever."
As she spoke, she put her hand into her bag, fumbled for a while, took out an exquisite red porcelain bottle, opened the lid, took out a small black pill, and put it next to his mouth, "This is melt-in-the-mouth, not bitter."
Fu Yaoting looked at his concerned eyes, and his originally tightly closed mouth loosened. Seeing this, little Qin Qian smiled even more. After he finished eating, he whispered: "Little brother, my name is Qin Qian, what's your name?"
Qin Qian... Qin Qian, Fu Yaoting couldn't help but mutter to himself after hearing it, why does it sound like a girl's name. Is she a girl?
Qin Qian, who was stared at by him, was full of questions. Did the fake skin on my face fall off? Thinking about it, he became nervous. He touched his face and felt relieved when he found nothing wrong.
Fu Yaoting looked at his movements and became more suspicious. Then he coughed as if nothing had happened, "Ahem..." "Fu Yaoting, my name."
When he heard the word Fu, he felt very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. Qin Qian moved closer to him and whispered, "Then I will call you Brother Yaoting from now on."
Fu Yaoting's ears felt slightly hot when he heard it, but he was very happy in his heart. It seemed not bad to be called like this for the first time.
"If you don't say anything, you agree. Brother Yaoting, you are so beautiful." Qin Qian looked at him without saying anything, staring at his slightly weak but exquisite and luxurious face with big eyes, and said happily.
What a little nympho, a typical person who was sold and helped others count money. Fu Yaoting looked at the little boy in front of him, no, it should be said that it might be a little girl. Why is she alone outside? Did she run away from home?
"It's not like home outside. No matter what happens in the future, you must protect yourself first. Do you understand?" Fu Yaoting looked at her and warned her.
"Don't worry, I will protect myself and you." Qin Qian said domineeringly.
Fu Yaoting listened, but didn't care. Then he closed his eyes and rested, thinking to himself, the child is really a child.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Qin Qian blinked and wondered, is he looking down on me? It seems that I have to show more in the future, and I must not let him look down on me.
Qin Qian looked at the night outside the car window, which was getting more and more hazy. He raised his hand to check the time on his watch, and found that he had been walking for more than an hour.