Woke Up, the Actor Picked Up the Cub

The boss’s stall is on East Street, and the celebrities are not unheard of. He has also been on shows!

He also knows that the live broadcast is very effective, but he has never seen such a concentrated audience.

He asked side by side, which anchor it was, and he thanked him for supporting it. They did not say anything, saying that the anchor did not want to leave a name.

The boss is a little puzzled, what kind of anchor is this, do good deeds without leaving a name?

The mysterious anchor who did good deeds gave so many people Amway casserole noodles, but he did not come. He vomited what he was eating recently, and he would vomit at other people's stalls. Can they still do business?

Fortunately, the cook at home is omnipotent. He can eat whatever he wants to eat. Although the casserole noodles are not exactly the same, they are very particular about the ingredients, and the smell makes the index finger move.

But Duan Congzhi was afraid of vomiting. He hesitated for a long time before carefully scooping a spoonful of soup. The delicious soup filled his lips and tongue, and his taste buds seemed to dance happily. However, as soon as the noodle soup passed his throat, his stomach began to resist again.

Duan Congzhi did not spit it out anyway, and did not dare to eat anymore.

Qin Ke followed his back once, and Duan Congzhi raised his head, his eyes were a little red, and he looked pitiful.

He was uncomfortable, and Qin Ke would not force him to eat, and he would suffer more if he vomited than not.

Except for the two of them, everyone in the house serves them, and the others will not tell him that he must eat, and his children cannot keep up with nutrition.

The dietitian meticulously customized the meal recipe. The kitchen was warmed up all day with digestible soup and porridge, and Duan Congzhi had it whenever he wanted to. It's fine if you don't serve it, and if you don't eat it, Duan Congzhi feels guilty.

He looked at Qin Ke, then at the casserole, and then said, "Can you help me eat it?"

In the end, Duan Cong was lying on the table with envious face watching Qin Ke eat noodles, and Uncle Ying was distressed and wanted to laugh.

San Ye has been a perfect "heir" since he was a child, and he was only a little popular in front of Duan Shao. In the past few days, the firework became heavier, and it was no different from any ordinary husband whose wife was pregnant.

Qin Ke's eating gesture was very elegant, and the casserole noodles made him feel like having a meal. Duan Congzhi watched him put the noodles into his mouth with chopsticks and chopsticks, even more hungry. Qin Ke has been paying attention to him all the time, and when he saw him like this, he asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Duan Congzhi wanted to eat very much, but he was afraid of vomiting, shook his head, very sad: "I see you eat."

Qin Ke picked two noodles, put them in a spoon, added a little soup and ground beef, and handed them to him.

Duan Congzhi hadn't eaten anything in the past two days. He vomited too many times and he almost reflexed. He didn't dare to eat now, but Qin Ke's voice seemed to have magical power. He said, "Try it."

Duan Congzhi cautiously ate a spoonful of noodles into his mouth. He still felt nauseous when swallowing, but it seemed to be tolerable. He swallowed it forcibly and waited for a while without vomiting again.

It is not convenient to sit like this. Qin Ke hugged him and fed him a small bowl spoon by spoon.

This is the time Duan Congzhi has come to eat the most in the past few days. An indescribable sense of satisfaction has risen in his heart, and his stomach is finally emptied.

When he can eat and drink normally, he must eat a big meal to make up for it.

Yesterday I went to bed early, got up late in the morning and got enough sleep, but in the afternoon Duan Congzhi still had a nap. I was awake and wanted to eat, but I had to vomit after eating. It was too much trouble. Sleeping time passed a bit faster. It would be better if I could just sleep for a while.

The doctor said for a while that his appetite would greatly increase. Duan Congzhi was worried about his figure and wanted to exercise restraint, but now he can't wait to open up and eat in the next second.

He obviously didn't feel sleepy before going to bed, but he fell asleep while lying down.

Qin Ke didn't need any fragrance in his bedroom, but recently it smelled of soothing and sleeping fragrance, and he felt peaceful and relaxed when he walked in.

When Duan Congzhi woke up, he found that there was an extra person in the bed.

Qin Ke was lying on his side, with the wound pointing upwards, and hugging him behind him, with his hands just on the lower abdomen.

Duan Congzhi opened his eyes in a daze, thinking it was morning, and asked Qin Ke, "What time is it?"

Qin Ke said: "Four o'clock."

Duan Congzhi only remembered that he was taking a nap, but didn't he sleep alone?

"Why are you sleeping too?"

"Accompany you."

Duan Congzhi rubbed his arms, felt his hand, and asked him: "You touch my stomach? Is it soft?"

Duan Congzhi has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has always been in good shape. He had abdominal muscles in his youth.

San Ye is a serious person, who can drive but will not lie down and touch people's stomachs like this. Just now, he just hugged him, and did not "touch" him.

But Duan Congzhi asked him to touch it, and Qin Ke touched it very seriously.

Across the thin pajamas, Duan Congzhi was itchy when he touched him, the whole person shrank, smiled and avoided his movements, and rolled out of his arms.

Qin Ke said strictly after touching it, "No."

Duan Congyi turned over and rolled back into his arms: "Nothing, hasn't it softened?"

"Ok."

"Then what are you sneaking while I'm asleep?"

Did not touch.

But Qin Ke did not excuse, Duan Congzhi was facing him, and he kissed him gently.

"Make him behave."

"Then what if he is disobedient?"

"Tell him you are tired."

It was clear that the child hadn't formed yet, but Qin Ke seemed to be reasonable. Duan Congzhi smiled and rubbed his chin: "Are you coaxing him or me?"

"Coax you."

Qin Ke confessed in a low voice, hugged him, and kissed the center of his eyebrows.

In the past, the old Duan Cong disliked Qin Ke for being too innocent. Recently, he has lived with a pure heart. Such a feathery touch made him feel cherished satisfaction.

Duan Cong spent most of the day lying down, either lying on the bed or lying on the sofa. Qin Ke said that he would be with him, so he was really with him almost all the time, including wasted time.

Pregnancy is also a period of high incidence of depression. This year was originally the year of Duan Congzhi's career, but now his career has almost completely stagnated. Such wasting will cause him anxiety.

He will be much more relaxed if someone accompanies him to "waive".

However, in this way, Qin Ke's injury healed much faster, and the scabs had completely scabs over the past few days.

It was the first time for Xue Ping to come to Qin's house. After entering the gate, it took a long time to reach the house. There was a large grassland in front of the house. It was the grassland that Qianqian originally photographed.

The grass is a bit sparse in this season, and the dumplings on the grass are chasing something vigorously, and they yell cheerfully from time to time.

Xue Ping got out of the car before being sent to the house, and someone was already greeted outside the house.

He remembered asking Duan Congzhi yesterday whether he had to make an appointment in advance to go to the Qin's house. Since Duan Congzhi was not going to the company, he had no choice but to come.

Duan Congzhi said no, that is, if you say it in advance, the welcoming process will be more complete.

He only now knows what is meant by "welcoming guests".

The leader outside the house was an old gentleman who was waiting for him with a group of people.

Xue Pingyuan was full of confidence. Before he came, he was ready to talk to Qin Ke and talk about Duan Congzhi's future.

He also memorized the manuscript for this, and in any case, he must let Mr. Qin understand that being truly good to a person is not to keep him by his side, but to let him pursue his dream and realize his value.

But now, he was suddenly not sure.

This is a very real problem. Duan Congzhi's life in the Qin family may not be able to live his life in the entertainment industry.

Xue Ping calmed down a bit, he should first figure out what is wrong with Duan Congzhi.

He heard a familiar voice just as he was about to follow Uncle Ying into the house.

"Tang Yuan--"

Xue Ping turned his head in disbelief, suspecting that he had read it wrong. It is said that people who are unwell and need a long-term tranquillity drive a car on the grass?

Duan Congzhi himself is not suitable for strenuous exercise, so he drove the gardener’s weeding car and turned off the weeding function. He sprinkled with glutinous rice **** on the grass. The grass was very empty. The car wouldn’t tip over no matter what, so he drove forward. , While looking back at the dumplings.

One person and one dog had a great time.

Uncle Ying followed Xue Ping's gaze and looked over, with a smile on his face, saying that the young master hadn't played like this for a long time.

Xue Ping became a little uncertain again, and it sounded like he was actually recovering from an illness.

Duan Congzhi was playing with glutinous rice balls, Qin Ke was watching him playing with glutinous rice balls, and Uncle Ying's hospitality made Xue Ping feel that asking him to inform Duan Congzhi was a denial of his work.

Xue Ping arrived at about nine o'clock. According to his thoughts, this time was less embarrassing. After he had finished speaking, he had just said goodbye, and there was no need to experience the embarrassment of leaving no food.

However, he waited for almost half an hour before Duan Congzhi came back from outside. He entered the house, and Xue Ping could feel the movement there in the reception area.

Probably it was in the costume drama, where the elders and young masters came home, the girls and the young servants were all around to wait on the news.

If it weren't for Duan Congzhi's personality, Xue Ping would think he was giving himself off the horse. Uncle Ying said that Xue Ping had arrived, and Duan Congzhi would not go upstairs. He took off his scarf and took off his coat to find him.

Duan Congzhi had a good time just now, sweating a little, his face flushed.

Seeing his ruddy complexion, Xue Ping really didn't know what he had to do with the word "quiet".

But looking closely, it seems to be a little thinner.

Duan Congzhi took a sip of water, sat down opposite him, and asked him what he wanted to eat at noon, and he could order.

"..."

Xue Ping looked a little helpless when he saw him greeting the guests: "You don't know what I'm here for?"

Seeing Duan Congzhi not speaking, Xue Ping looked around, lowered his voice and said, "You tell me the truth, is it because Qin doesn't let you out."

Duan Congzhi just didn't know how to say it. Seeing him like this, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Where did you want to go."

Xue Ping was a little skeptical: "Really?"

Everyone came, and Duan Congzhi couldn’t push the pot anymore. Although he pushed Qin Ke, he would definitely follow. Qin Ke is different from him. If he doesn’t want to say anything, he will just not say it. No one can let him. Open up.

"It's my own sake."

Xue Ping thought of what he had repeated several times, but he didn't believe it very much, and stood up: "I'll talk to Mr. Qin."

Without him looking for it, President Qin also came.

Qin Ke sat down beside Duan Congzhi and asked him if he was uncomfortable. After playing for a long time, Duan Congzhi shook his head before he looked at Xue Ping.

"Mr. Xue."

Xue Ping sat down again: "Mr Qin."

Qin Ke nodded.

Xue Ping looked at Duan Congzhi and then at him: "As President Qin said before, does the work arrangement depend on Duan Shao's wishes and physical condition, does it count?"

Probably because of the atmosphere of the Qin family, Xue Ping yelled out the words Duan Shao very naturally.

Duan Congzhi looked at Qin Ke with a bit of surprise. He was ready to take a one-year break. Didn't he expect Qin Ke to say this to Xue Ping?

Qin Ke looked at Duan Congzhi: "This shouldn't be your contribution alone. If you want, you can still work, and I will accompany you."