Chapter 124

Junzhimu has been very busy since they came back from Seattle. As for what he was doing, she wanted to ask, but junzhimu was not happy to tell her.

Mr. Jun still hasn't come back from Seattle. Job lives a comfortable life, but also a little uneasy.

"How is his wound?"

At the end of the week, the doctor came home to recheck for Jun Zhimu.

"The wound of sutures on your forehead has healed, and there will be no inflammation when you wash and rinse with water. The injury of your right shoulder blade has recovered well, but you should pay attention not to carry heavy things in the last two months. If you eat at ordinary times, you can eat more calcium rich ingredients, bone collagen, and try not to eat too much seafood..."

Qiao bao'er sat aside, listening to the doctor's advice and remembering it silently.

"Satisfied?"

Junzhimu looks at the woman beside him.

Say, the Mu son of the gentleman glanced at the big clock of the living room, then stood up from the sofa, seem to be in a hurry to work.

"Jun Zhimu, the doctor told you not to stay up late!"

Qiao bao'er didn't dare to stop him, but he was a little stuffy and yelled at his back in a hurry.

I don't know what he's up to. On several occasions, he stayed up all night. The day before yesterday, she couldn't help calling Lu Qinan to find out. However, the man surnamed Lu just said, "don't help me."

Most of all, I dislike her for being absent-minded.

"Aunt Fang, I want to learn how to cook. Can you teach me?"

Jun's family is very big. There are many vacant rooms in the courtyard, cloister and garden. Qiao bao'er usually has a baby at home, but he can chat with Mr. Jun. now the old man is not at home, so it's even colder here.

Aunt Fang originally refused, but Qiao bao'er refused to go in the kitchen. Several maids had no choice but to look at each other on the ground. They had to let her wash the dishes and use the kitchen knife, but they still didn't have to.

Qiao Baoer is very self-conscious, "I'll learn to stew."

"By the way, how to make the sea cucumber and pig's feet soup? Is it OK to put all the ingredients into the soup? I want to make this soup today..."

Aunt Fang was embarrassed and embarrassed to beat her enthusiasm. She said tactfully, "little lady, it's a little difficult. Let's start with how to soak sea cucumber."

"Oh."

She has a lot of time, and she has other things to learn

"Junzhimu, do you want to wear this suit today?"

In the early morning of midsummer, the sun rises early. It's about 5 o'clock. The sky is getting white. Your shepherd is used to getting up early.

But to his surprise, as soon as he came out of the washroom, he saw Qiao bao'er also get up. She came out with a new suit in the cloakroom.

"What do you think of this navy blue? Yesterday, the store manager said it's the latest model. By the way, you don't have to worry about the size. It's the same suit you usually customize."

She picked up her toes and put the new suit on him. With a smile on her brow, she said, "what do you want to wear this suit today?"

Jun Zhimu didn't look at the suit much. Instead, he noticed that she seemed very lively and happy today.

"Did you go out and buy it?"

He asked faintly.

Qiao bao'er was just about to tell him what she went shopping with aunt Fang yesterday, but the mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly rang out. In this peaceful morning, it seemed a little noisy.

The smile on Qiao bao'er's face faded gradually, and she pursed her lips tightly. She watched Jun's Mu Ji quickly go to the bed, picked up her mobile phone, and answered the call neatly.

He was talking about projects, bidding and so on, which she did not understand.

"That's it."

Finally, junzhimu hung up the phone and turned to look at her.

Because junzhimu's right arm is not very convenient, he got up early in the morning, and he didn't wake her up. Recently, dressing is really time-consuming. "I help you, I help you..." Qiao bao'er seems very enthusiastic.

"You look good in this color." She raised her lips and looked at him happily.

"I'll have dinner with them tonight. Don't wait for me."

However, relative to her little excitement, he seemed a little indifferent, left a sentence and walked out quickly.

Qiao bao'er wanted to talk with him more, but he didn't dare to disturb him because he was in a hurry. When he went back to his bedroom recently, she was already asleep, and they didn't even talk much.

But she didn't show any affectation. Anyway, junzhimu didn't like being pestered. She just wanted to do something for him, at least not so idle.

After nearly two weeks of practice in the kitchen, it turned out that she was a kitchen waste.

No improvement in cooking skills.

Junzhimu didn't go home for dinner, but he would try to come back before 11 p.m. and then stay in his study.

"Are you hungry?"

The door of the study was knocked a few times, Qiao Baoer unscrewed the door without authorization, and a head came out and looked inside.

The light in the study is bright. Jun Zhimu is sitting in front of the desk, and his hands are rapidly tapping on the keyboard. When he hears the sound, he stops his action and looks at her suspiciously.

"Junzhimu, would you like some soup?"

She came in with a cup of soup and put it directly on the tea table on the other side.

"Let the servants do these things."

Junzhimu may not have had dinner outside. Seeing her coming in with soup, she simply left her office chair and approached her.

"You need to drink more of this, which can help your scapula heal..." she poured out half a bowl for him and stood beside him, looking forward to it.

Junzhimu glances at the authentic and fragrant soup on the tea table. He turns to look at the woman beside him. He feels that Qiao bao'er seems to be very busy recently.

"This soup is you..."

Maybe she felt guilty. Before you asked her, she immediately raised her voice and urged her, "drink while it's hot. This is what aunt Fang has stewed for a long time."

While speaking, she subconsciously shrinks her hands on her back, and doesn't want him to see the scratch on her fingers.

Qiao bao'er originally wanted to be brave. She made a pot of soup by herself, and then showed it off in front of him. Unfortunately, the taste of her stew was really hard to taste.

Fortunately, aunt Fang got a replacement.

She was a little discouraged, "it seems that I really am a rice bug, no contribution."

"What?"

Jun Zhimu, who was drinking soup with a spoon, was thinking about something. He didn't hear her. He just felt that she looked sad.

"The cutlery will be left here. Someone will clean it up tomorrow. Go back to your bedroom."

Junzhimu didn't talk to her much, so he drove her back to her room.

"Oh."

She glimpsed the flickering screen of her laptop on her desk. She didn't dare to disturb his work. She answered and went out quietly.

Close the door of the study conveniently, she stopped outside the door.

Looking at the light overflowing from the crack of the study door, his mind is a little dull. How busy will he be tonight

Back in the bedroom, she didn't know what she was angry about. She climbed onto the bed and lifted the quilt with great force. She lay on her side, wrapped the quilt tightly and buried her head in the sheet.

A quiet night is hard to sleep.

"Everyone is so busy, I'm idle..." want to sleep, also sleep inexplicably uneasy.

I want to do something for him, but it seems that I'm really useless.