After getting smaller, I am forced to be cute every day

Chapter 19 Are you still single?
Watching Luo Qinghe enter the office, Luo Chuan looked at Yanxuan, still staring straight at him, "Why, don't you want to part with your father?"

Yan Xuan has been by Luo Qinghe's side since he was a teenager, accompanying him to school and going to various places, and has never left him. Now he is suddenly transferred to stay with Luo Chuan, even if it is only for a few days, he is worried.

"If Eldest Young Master can't remember it, I'll just copy it for you. Why borrow me from Master?"

Luo Chuan rubbed his chin, with a strange look in his eyes, "Yanxuan, you have been with my second uncle since you were a child, and now you are 25 six, right?"

This inexplicable question asked about the age, no matter how Yan Xuan heard it, he felt that the queen's words must not be good, "25."

Luo Chuan: "Are you still single?"

Yanxuan: "." Sure enough, there is nothing good, "Yanxuan is not in a hurry, I just want to take good care of my master."

"I thought you didn't look for my second uncle because you couldn't bear it." The corners of Luo Chuan's lips curled slightly, his tone a little teasing.

Although Yanxuan is Luo Qinghe's assistant on the surface, in private, his affection is deeper than that of an assistant or a friend. Luo Qinghe's trust in Yanxuan is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

The corner of Yanxuan's mouth twitched slightly. Why did the young master sound like he was secretly in love with the master?
Yan Xuan was helpless, and changed the topic, "Don't you still have some work to do, the young master, let's go."

Luo Chuan also stopped teasing, and started to talk about business, "Is there still no clue to the medicine lost in the cooperative scientific research?"

Now that the Luo family has been handed over to him, he should naturally worry about these matters.

I always feel that Luo Qinghe just finds it troublesome, so he throws the seemingly hot potato into his hands.

Yanxuan flipped through the information, "No, we still need to urge the other side to speed up the investigation as soon as possible. In the past half a month, suspicions abounded. Although I didn't guess that Luo's would come up, the cooperation still suffered a lot."

As he spoke, he handed the opened documents to Luo Chuan, who took it over to read, with a flat expression on his face, but his voice returned to a steady tone, "Go to the scientific research institute."

"it is good."

When Luo Qinghe entered the office, he didn't see that cheerful little figure. When he controlled the wheelchair and slowly went in, he saw a small group curled up on the swivel chair. His white and tender face was slightly flushed, probably because I got a cold and dizzy, so I fell asleep while waiting here.

When the little girl fell asleep, she was holding a small satchel, her pink lips were puffing out bubbles, and the two little flower buds on her little head were a little loose.

Luo Qinghe took the remote control next to her and turned up the temperature, and then gently covered her with the suit next to her.

Not long after he came back, he fell ill. If Ah Zhi knew about it, he would feel distressed.

Luo Qinghe's beautiful and somewhat cool hands lightly rested on Luo Chu's forehead, the temperature was normal, children are easy to get sick, as long as they don't have a fever.

As if he had dreamed a good dream, the corners of Luo Chu's lips were slightly raised, and he opened his lips lightly, as if he was speaking some ravings, but he couldn't hear clearly.

Luo Qinghe steered the wheelchair to go inside, as if he sensed the familiar breath, Luo Chu frowned slightly, and whispered softly, "Second Uncle."

The voice was soft and low, unable to reach the ears of Luo Qinghe who was reading in the inner room.

At this time, Luo Chu, in his dream, was in the gloomy and dimly lit hospital corridor, the door of the ward was slightly closed, and through the gap, he could see a thin figure sitting in a wheelchair inside, and the man on the hospital bed was too sick to get up. It's hard to even speak a word.

The ward seemed to be discussing something serious, and the atmosphere was weird. Luo Chu outside the door looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a loose school uniform, with long hair tied into a ponytail casually, looking lazy.

Originally, he was deliberately sent away to go shopping, but now because he found that the phone was dropped, he ran back to get it, but unexpectedly heard the conversation.

"Qinghe. I'm afraid it won't work."

Luo Qinghe remained silent, just looked down at the other party holding his hand.

The man sighed slightly, "It is said that people are about to die, and their words are good. What I owe the most in my life is that Azhi's child is very estranged from me. With you taking care of me, I feel a little relieved."

"I understand that you can't let go of the past enmity, but Ah Zhi, I can see that she regards you as her second uncle. She relies on you the most in Luo's house in Nuo Da."

Seeing that Luo Qinghe just listened and didn't answer, the man sighed slightly.

"Qinghe, the old man is sorry for you, but he also passed away. I don't expect you to let go of the grievances of the previous generation, but the Luo family also has the kindness of nurturing you."

"Luo is my selfish compensation to you for the old man. Azhi, that child has nothing to do with what happened back then. I just hope that you can take care of her for so many years, and find a good family for her in the future. .”

"Anyway, she treats you as her second uncle, and you are her lifelong uncle Qinghe. You are an elder, can you understand?"

Luo Qinghe's face was calm, but his hands became colder and colder. The man's eyes were calm and unwavering, but he seemed to be able to see through what Luo Qinghe was thinking in his heart.

"Qinghe." The man's face began to look a little ugly, he saw very early on that the nominal second brother did not know when his feelings for Luo Zhi went beyond caring.

Luo Qinghe pulled out his hand calmly, his tone was cold, and his eyes were calm, ".Okay."

Outside the door, Luo Chu's face suddenly turned pale, his fingers were slightly stiff
It turned out to be like this, no wonder Luo Qinghe never went to the old house during Chinese New Year, no wonder Luo Qinghe's health is getting worse and worse, no wonder no one has ever mentioned Luo Qinghe in front of the old man, that's how it is.
Luo Chu felt cold all over, and took two steps back in a panic, and fell into a warm and slightly windy embrace. Luo Chuan frowned and looked at her with lowered eyes, with a worried look on his face.
Suddenly, the lights came on, and Luo Chumeng opened his eyes, sweating all over his body, looking around, realizing where he was now, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He took off the suit jacket that was covering his body, and it was still stained with a little unique atmosphere.

She was very familiar with this breath, it was Luo Qinghe who came back from the meeting.

Seeing the light in the inner room, she climbed down from the chair and knocked on the door of the inner room until there was a cold voice, "Come in."

Inside, there are sofas, coffee tables, and desks. Luo Qinghe is sitting by the window, and there is a cup of cooled tea on the glass table.

He sat quietly at the side, with a blanket on his legs, a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, reading a book silently, the faint sunlight shining on him through the window, unexpectedly gave him a somewhat peaceful appearance.

Luo Chu's heart was beating loudly.

Once upon a time, he was also like this. At that time, I was leaning against him, listening to him talk about boring knowledge in unpopular books. The knowledge was boring, but the voice was nice. Tired, often listened to him, then fell asleep beside him.
(End of this chapter)