bestfiction Chapter 104 An extremely strong sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire hall.
Chapter 104 An extremely strong sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire hall.
As a Type J personality who values planning and likes things to be well-organized.
The feeling of having your plans ruined is absolutely awful.
At this moment, Jiang Qin didn't want to talk to Huo Sili anymore.
Although, since waking up, due to her poor physical and mental state, she hadn't spoken any long sentences to Huo Sili, only responding with brief "okay" or "uh-huh".
But at this moment, Jiang Qin didn't even want to say "uh-huh".
Just because she didn't say "uh," Huo Sili assumed something was wrong with her.
"Are you feeling unwell?" He naturally reached out and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.
Jiang Qin frowned slightly, but she was exhausted and had just recovered. She really didn't have the strength to talk to him or do anything else. Instead, she shook her head and then finally opened her mouth to explain.
"No, I'm just tired and sleepy."
"No fever." He wasn't even listening to her; after she said that, he suddenly blurted out that to himself.
Jiang Qin immediately lost her temper and lowered her head to continue eating her noodles.
He probably hadn't forgotten her appetite and taste, so he cooked just the right amount of noodles and the soup base was also perfectly seasoned.
However, on the other hand, the ingredients are very simple, just eggs and vegetables, a very common bowl of noodles.
But when she tried to make it herself, she just couldn't get the taste right. The eggs weren't as good as the ones Horsley fried, and the vegetables were the same. She always felt that his vegetables were cooked just right, with the slightly crunchy texture that she liked.
Perhaps it was because today's events were too unusual, but Jiang Qin was feeling sleepy and hungry, and her mind was in a particularly chaotic state. She suddenly remembered a post she had seen online before.
The blogger broke up with her boyfriend, but misses him... hot pot dipping sauce recipe.
At this moment, Jiang Qin's irritability subsided, her hunger returned, and she finished all the noodles, even finding the broth exceptionally delicious.
He drank from the spoon, sip by sip, until he could see the bottom of the bowl.
With slightly sleepy and groggy eyes, he looked to his side. Sharing a small square table with her, their heads almost touching, he seemed out of place, yet now exuded an air of aristocratic elegance.
I suddenly really want to ask him if he could share the noodle recipe.
I thought that when she made it according to the recipe in the future, she would definitely be very moved when she ate it.
Then she thought, her life has been quite eventful; she had really thought she was going to die pregnant today.
She never expected to be able to eat such a delicious bowl of noodles in the middle of the night, and she didn't die.
Jiang Qin was unaware that she was actually completely out of sorts at that moment.
Her eyes were glazed over, making one's heart soften.
Horst stopped eating his noodles as a result.
He looked across at Jiang Qin and saw her wipe her mouth in a daze, as if she were sleepwalking. Then, as if she was too sleepy to resist, she slumped onto the table and closed her eyes.
He quietly got up from his seat, walked behind Jiang Qin, bent down and gently picked her up.
……
When Jiang Qin opened her eyes again, it was already broad daylight.
I woke up to a familiar room, the master bedroom of Yunhai Huafu.
She looked down and saw that she had changed her clothes; they were now her pajamas. Her hair still had a faint rose scent, the smell of her usual hair oil.
The entire bed was warm and comfortable, with a faint woody scent.
Jiang Qin woke up with a slight headache, perhaps because she had slept for too long. However, compared to when she woke up in the early morning in an unfamiliar environment, the pain was very mild and almost negligible.
So many things happened in such a short time that it wasn't until I finished washing up and went downstairs that I realized I hadn't finished.
When they arrived at the restaurant for breakfast, Jiang Qin's thoughts were still somewhat scattered.
Fortunately, Su Lejia called while we were having porridge.
"Qinqin, what's going on? I called you yesterday, and Huo Sili answered! Did he do something to you? Damn it, he..." Su Lejia's voice was as loud as ever.
And it wasn't until this moment, when she heard her best friend's familiar voice, that Jiang Qin finally felt that she was really still alive.
Then, she felt extremely complicated – what happened to her yesterday afternoon would probably rank among the most outrageous CEO dramas right now.
For a moment, she didn't know how to tell Su Lejia, because if she did, it would be hard for her to imagine it.
However, Jiang Qin wasn't going to lie to her best friend.
Upon hearing Jiang Qin's truth, Su Lejia on the other end of the phone was immediately furious, but also felt a wave of fear.
"Damn it! This wealthy family is no place for humans. I knew those two brothers had something going on. They should get a divorce! This marriage has to end! Get a divorce now!"
There were too many cameras in the living room, and Wang Ma was still at home, so Jiang Qin couldn't talk about her divorce plans there.
However, upon hearing Su Lejia's worried and resentful roar, Jiang Qin responded several times.
"The second young master is back! The second young master is back!"
Meanwhile, at the Huo family's old mansion, a black Cullinan shot straight towards the entrance like a black arrow.
Before Horstley even appeared at the door with a cold expression, a male servant who was guarding outside rushed in, shouting as he ran.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Lianqing, who had just called a nail technician for home service, trembled slightly, causing the nail technician to apply the rhinestones crookedly, and her face immediately turned pale.
Yuan Lianqing frowned and glared at the male servant. "What's all the fuss about? The second young master is back! It's not like the King of Hell has come to his door!"
The male servant dared not be angry or speak out, and silently looked at Huo Chishen, who was sitting next to him drinking tea.
Just as Huo Chishen was about to reply, a tall figure appeared backlit inside the door, and an extremely strong sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire hall.