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

Chapter 21 The Gentle and Caring Luo Qinghe
The little assistant walked out of the office, his footsteps were still weak, the expression on his face remained frozen, and he didn't dare to look back at all. The colleagues who passed by all looked at him sympathetically.

Poor child, he has only been employed for less than half a year, and he is afraid that he will pack up and leave.

Ten minutes later, he entered the office with two bags of soup powder. At this moment, Luo Chu climbed onto the desk and sat there, holding a book bigger than her head in his arms, and two short The legs dangled in mid-air.

The little assistant was terrified, this...how did this little girl climb onto the boss's desk!

If this is discovered, wouldn't it be a disaster?

He hastily put down the bag in his hand and lowered his voice, "Little girl, this is a table, you can't sit on it, come here, uncle will hold you down."

Luo Chu blinked and looked in the direction behind him. Luo Qinghe was slowly walking here with the wheelchair by remote control.

As soon as the little assistant's hand touched Luo Chu's clothes, he felt a dark wind blowing behind him, and a piercing chill hit him, slowly engulfing him. He turned around stiffly, and faced the iceberg face of his boss.

I saw Luo Qinghe's Gujing Wubo's eyes fell on the little assistant's hand, and the latter had an inexplicably gloomy feeling, as if he was being watched by something, and his heart was trembling.

"Old Boss"

The little assistant stuttered, and Luo Chu couldn't bear to look straight at him. He put down the book in his hand, and jumped off the table. Luo Qinghe noticed her movement, and his pupils shrank slightly. Seeing that she was on the ground safely, he unconsciously relaxed. Take a breath.

Luo Chu naturally noticed his reaction, trotted to his side, smiled and said, "I have something to eat."

Luo Qinghe smelled a faint fragrance, and it was almost 1:[-] o'clock, he raised his hand and hooked the tip of the little girl's nose, "Next time, don't climb so high, what if you fall?"

The tone was a little helpless, and there was a bit of pampering that he didn't even notice.

The atmosphere became milder in an instant, and the little assistant fled in a hurry.

Only Luo Chu and Luo Qinghe were left in the office, and they bought a large portion of soup powder. It was a bit cold in autumn, and Luo Chu's little hand was gently covering the side of the disposable box, feeling the warm temperature, I feel my heart warming up together.

The soup box was bigger than Luo Chu's face, she grabbed the chopsticks, carefully poked the vermicelli inside, stretched out her little head and opened her mouth.

The poor little vermicelli hadn't entered her mouth yet. With a "swipe", it slipped from the chopsticks and returned to the soup, splashing two or three drops of soup stains. It splashed on the white face of Luo Qinghe opposite. on the shirt
Luo Chu followed his chopsticks and moved his gaze to Luo Qinghe's shirt sleeves. The white fabric was like brand-new, and the soup stains were smudged round and round, and the contrast was very strong.

For a moment, the air fell into an eerie silence.

Luo Chu swallowed nervously, lowered his head quietly, and didn't dare to look at Luo Qinghe's expression at all. He knew better than anyone how obsessed with cleanliness he was.

Luo Qinghe glanced at the sleeve, his face was unclear, but he was not angry, he just reached out to take the small cover, and took the chopsticks from Luo Chu's hand.

After the chopsticks in the latter's hand were taken away by him, he quickly raised his head, staring straight at Luo Qinghe with big round eyes, with a few huge question marks on his small head, won't you eat it for yourself? ? ?

I saw Luo Qinghesu holding the chopsticks in his hands, and the disposable chopsticks looked extraordinarily classy in his white jade-like hands. He took some vermicelli and green vegetables out of the soup box, put them on the small lid, and finally put them in the In front of Luo Chu.

Luo Chu looked at him stupidly, a little unbelievable, this is... for himself?
Was Luo Qinghe such a caring person?
Seeing her staring at him, Luo Qinghe's big round eyes rolled around, a little funny, "Don't you want to eat, it'll be cold later."

"Eat!" Luo Chu immediately took the chopsticks, ate the vermicelli with the small lid, and secretly raised his small head to look at Luo Qinghe. , They all looked like high-end delicacies.

Luo Chu's fiery eyes fell on his lightly parted lips, and he always felt that his soup powder was more delicious.

Luo Qinghe quickly noticed the scorching gaze. Seeing that she was still staring at him, the vermicelli on the lid hadn't been finished yet, and asked in a warm voice, "Is it cold?"

Luo Chu shook his head, "I think yours tastes better."

Luo Qinghe: "."

Luo Zhi, in the past, he often ate from his own bowl and thought about what was in his bowl.

So, this is also hereditary?

In the afternoon, Luo Chuan and Yanxuan went out to do errands, and Luo Chu followed Luo Qinghe to a place that he was no stranger to.

Yilin chess hall, the place she often came to when she was a child.

Luo Qinghe doesn't have many hobbies, and he can count them, that is, playing Go when he has nothing to do. It's just that Luo Qinghe's strength is unpredictable. When Luo Chu was young, he wanted to play chess with him, but he didn't have that strength.

Therefore, I often come to this chess hall. In this chess hall, there are often professional chess players, there are also many retired old men, and many parents will send their children to study.

A master, but also like a cloud.

Returning to her old place, she didn't really feel much, and Yue Mo still felt a little guilty.

"Mr. Luo, this way please." The young man in cotton uniform led a group of three people into the chess hall.

Everyone in the hall was concentrating on playing chess, and had no time to think about this side. Luo Chu followed Luo Qinghe, looking at this road, it seemed that he was going to the mysterious Xuanqing chess room
Is he going to talk to Director Lin?
According to the rules, Luo Chu was blocked outside the door to wait.

In the chess room, the gray-haired old man was sitting on a rattan chair, with an unfinished game of chess in front of him. The black and white chess pieces had already been covered with dust, and it was not difficult to see that the chess game was old.

"Curator, Mr. Luo is here."

The young man brought Luo Qinghe into the chess room and left.

Luo Chu was not curious about the chess room, and was bored waiting, so he simply walked around to watch other people play chess.

There were people talking in the aisle.

"The Xuanqing Chess Room is here!"

"Isn't the Xuanqing chess room not allowed to enter?"

"It seems that the elder brother brought it in himself! Could it be that person?"

"I saw it. It was a man, not that one."

"That's weird"

"Who is it?" Someone asked curiously.

"The person the old curator is waiting for is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl."

"Waiting for a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl to do?"

"You don't know that! That's the closed disciple that the old curator has always wanted to accept. Isn't there an unfinished game in the Xuanqing chess room?"

"I know this. I touched it when I went in to clean it before, and I was punished for copying the book!"

The man said mysteriously, "The chess game was played by that man and the old curator a few years ago. Unfortunately, he ran away before finishing the game. Our old curator has been waiting for it until now."

"What bet?" The gossip heart was about to move.

"I also heard from others that if you lose, you will be the old curator's grandson-in-law!"

Someone exclaimed, "The old curator has a grandson?"

"shush"

Standing behind the crowd, Luo Chu could hear it clearly, bet?

She pursed her lips, and there was this matter. Why didn't she know?
(End of this chapter)