Chapter 689

Qiulan is drinking white porridge without expression. He is thinking about how to make trouble later.

To tell the truth, Qiulan always feels that she has rich experience, but she can't remember it for a while.

Put down this bowl of porridge, Qiulan has a little idea in her heart.

When Su Bizhi comes back, Qiulan is still sitting at the dining table.

"Why is dinner so late today?"

After washing her hands, Su Bizhi tried the porridge in Qiulan bowl. It was cold enough.

"Cinnabar, young master's porridge is cold. Change a bowl for young master."

"No, don't change it. I'll give my uncle some porridge with cinnabar."

After a while, the breakfast on the table is changed. Qiulan looks at the delicious breakfast and thinks of the breakfast she just ate. At that moment, Qiulan wants to strangle Su Bizhi. Why, why can he only drink white porridge? Su Bizhi has soup dumplings, lean porridge and various kinds of side dishes.

Qiulan is jealous!

"No, it's not this porridge. It's white porridge like me."

Looking at the bowl of porridge in front of him, Qiulan stares at Su Bizhi angrily.

Su Bizhi is still at a loss. What's wrong with the porridge?

Su Bizhi drinks a mouthful of white porridge without any flavor, takes a look at the rich breakfast on the table, and is preparing to put down the bowl when Qiulan next to him suddenly makes a sound.

"Drink it!" Since the pursuit of stimulation, then carry it out to the end!

Qiulan thinks that it is necessary to let Su Bizhi experience his own pain, so that Su Bizhi will know what is temperance!

"OK, Lanlan let me drink it, then I'll drink it." Su Bi's indistinct clear, autumn LAN why not happy.

After a while, a bowl of warm porridge was drunk by Su Bizhi.

"Is it good?" Qiulan stares at Su Bizhi.

"Well, it's not bad, cinnabar. Give me another bowl."

Qiulan's head directly knocked on the table, this is not the result he wanted, and the white porridge has no taste, how can it be good to drink.

Qiulan looks at Su Bizhi drinking two bowls of porridge, each bowl is clean, at that moment, he can no longer cheat himself, he understands that Su Bizhi may really feel good.

Leaning on the chair, Qiulan has no desire to survive.

After breakfast, Qiulan follows Su Bizhi to the study. Because of the special situation, the emperor allows him to work at home.

Looking at that pile of official documents, Qiulan is a little heartless, but the next second, Qiulan is directly sitting on Su Bizhi's desk: "is Su Bizhi's official documents good-looking?"

"It's not as good-looking as LAN LAN." Su Bizhi was not in a hurry.

He sat on the chair, slightly looking up at Qiulan, the corner of his mouth with a smile, obviously half a head shorter than Qiulan, but inexplicably, Qiulan felt that he was still being pressed by the other side, momentum this kind of thing, very strange.

"Look at me. Don't look at the official documents any more."

"Then I don't read official documents. What do I take to raise Lan Lan?"

"I have a salary. Our family has money. Our money is enough for us to spend if we don't work all our life."

Su Bizhi choked his neck. When he said this, he felt guilty.

Su Bizhi pulls out a fold from behind Qiulan, opens it and puts it directly on Qiulan's leg.

"Since Lanlan has used my desk, Lanlan will work hard to replace my desk."

With that, Su Bizhi picked up the brush and began to annotate.

"Su Bizhi, you did it on purpose!" Qiulan wants to put away the fold, but she is afraid that she will dirty it if she moves at will.

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