Yi Qingju: "...Later I felt it was cute, so I bought a live one too."
Qi Weiran glanced at the turtle again, seemingly disinterested, and gave it back to Yi Qingju.
"Wash up and come down for breakfast."
"The guest has arrived."
Having said that, he slid his hand into his pocket and walked out.
I have to say, that pose made his legs look very long, it was quite stylish.
Before I could comfort Xiao Jiji who was startled, Yi Qingju hurriedly ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. Then she went into the cloakroom and randomly put on a long dress. After that, she combed her long hair and was ready to go.
[As a beauty, this is the best she can do. With some casual grooming, it looks as if she is carefully dressed up.]
Qi Weiran, who was cooperating with Feng Yisheng's examination, overheard this sentence unexpectedly. His eyes glanced towards the stairs.
Her long hair swayed slightly as she moved. She lowered her head, carefully watching the steps. The French long dress matched with the champagne satin high heels made her look like a girl who had walked out of an Edward Bisson oil painting.
Seeing him staring blankly, Feng Yisheng coughed.
When Qi Weiran finally looked back, Feng Yisheng grumbled: "Look at you, no class at all."
Qi Weiran gave him a 'you know nothing' look.
Yi Qingju walked over, politely greeted Feng Yisheng first, as if she didn't notice his resentful gaze.
"Good morning, Dr. Feng."
Feng Yisheng said resentfully: "Good morning. It's a bit cold though. After all, my arms and legs have lost a layer of protection."
You two are really interesting. One made me lose my fur, and the other deprived me of my sleep time.
Yi Qingju pretended not to understand. Seeing him put away the tube of blood, she asked caringly: "Is the gentleman feeling well?"
Feng Yisheng said pretentiously: "High cholesterol."
Yi Qingju was stunned.
"Wearing shorts too high? What kind of illness is that?"
Qi Weiran: "..."
Feng Yisheng: "..."
Realizing she had accidentally said it out loud, her face turned a little red. She asked in a soft voice, "Do I need to change to low-rise ones from now on...?"
[Wearing them too high must feel tight.]
Feng Yisheng couldn't hold it in anymore. His shoulders shook for a while as he laughed and fell to the carpet.
Yi Qingju: ?
The night in Qi's manor never ends, because Qi Weiran's scowling face coexists with it.
Not until Feng Yisheng wrote out the three words "high cholesterol" stroke by stroke for Yi Qingju to see, did she finally understand. She was a little hard of hearing.
[This shouldn't count as breaking character, right...]
Xiao Jiji sniffed the bacon in the plate and responded: [Hmm... Why doesn't it count?]
Yi Qingju: [...Go scroll less on Douyin.]
Throughout the meal, Feng Yisheng was no longer resentful like when he first arrived. He would chuckle from time to time, to the point where Qi Weiran wanted to kick him out.
Yi Qingju felt guilty and didn't dare retaliate against him.
Since Qi Shinian also spent the night at An Zuoran's house yesterday and didn't come back, Yi Qingju was spared from the responsibility of sending the child to kindergarten.
But with just two words, Qi Weiran shattered Yi Qingju's plan to sleep in and wait for him to leave for work.
"Let's go."
Yi Qingju wiped her mouth. She hadn't reacted yet.
After glancing at her watch, seeing that she was still dazed, he added: "I looked at the site for your company yesterday. There are some issues."
As soon as she heard about her company, Yi Qingju immediately stood up with a serious expression.
Seeing her nervous, Qi Weiran's lips hooked imperceptibly: "But they aren't big issues."
Yi Qingju relaxed.
Then Qi Weiran continued: "Given that I'm there."
Yi Qingju: "..."
[Who taught you to speak in segments like this....]
Bystander Feng Yisheng: "..."
Is this pretentious man really his best friend?
However, there was another thing that surprised him: "You started a company?"
"What industry? Selling shorts?"
Qi Weiran answered on Yi Qingju's behalf.
The answer earned him a solid slap to the back of his head.
Yi Qingju applauded him in her heart.
[Well hit.]
But this couple was also interesting. Their personalities seemed worlds apart, yet they had been good friends for so many years. What was even more interesting was that he could provoke Qi Weiran, who usually didn't reveal any emotion at all, to hit someone. That was already very impressive.
Qi Weiran: You are the more impressive one.
After getting into the car, the original Qi Weiran who should have followed was pulled aside by Feng Yisheng.
When she saw this, she immediately pressed her ear against the window.
Don't be badmouthing me secretly.
Seeing Feng Yisheng winking suggestively in front of him, Qi Weiran really wanted to hit him again to sober him up.
"Hey, I take back what I said about her being boring. Where did you find this treasure? She cracks me up!"
Shorts worn too high and stuff like that, he had to pass this joke down through the Feng family generations.
Qi Weiran said expressionlessly: "A one in a million chance."
Back then, just a random point among so many photos, it really was a one in a million chance.
Feng Yisheng's pupils contracted: "Hey hey hey, don't get into this substitute thing, it's not popular nowadays."
Qi Weiran removed his increasingly tight grip from his shoulders.
"It's not a substitute. I can tell the difference."
"Yi Qingju is just Yi Qingju."
Feng Yisheng: ".....Don't say anymore. I always feel like I'm being foiled by you to become the male supporting character who chats about feelings with the male lead in a novel."
Qi Weiran raised his brows: "Aren't you?"
"The domineering CEO's doctor friend."
Feng Yisheng: ".....Say more and I'll quit to go sell low-rise shorts."
The second slap of the day, Qi Weiran finally delivered it in the end.
When he reached the car door, Qi Weiran forcefully pulled it open.
A white figure yelped and then rolled into his arms.
Looking down at the seemingly snuggling Yi Qingju, Qi Weiran asked: "What are you doing?"
Yi Qingju looked up obediently and smiled: "I was about to go find you, and you came over."
That made some sense, but not much.
[Tsk, accidentally got caught eavesdropping. Good thing I'm quick-witted. How's this reason? Very reasonable, right?]
Qi Weiran let her go. She didn't seem to like wearing perfume. Her scent was light but warm.
"Sir, I forgot to ask earlier. For your birthday this Friday, should we arrange it the same as previous years?"
Qi Weiran nodded. The birthday boy himself didn't seem to care much about this day.
But he was secretly looking forward to it in his heart.
He had found the gifts from the previous two years.
The first year was a dark red brooch. He was still wearing it last night. Didn't know if she had noticed.
The second year was a photo frame. This gave him the idea to take her and Qi Shinian to take a photo together in a few days. It could be placed on his office desk.
This year, he wondered what it would be...
