My CEO Husband Can Hear My Inner Thoughts

Chapter 29

Because Qi Xinian still had to stay at kindergarten, Qi Weiran then instructed Wan Sui to wait there to pick up people.

The photography was a Hollywood-level shooting team that Qi Weiran found, and they would not miss any wonderful moments of the dumpling.

When Yi Qingju was sitting on the hospital bed, she reacted later that she seemed to have been held by Qi Weiran all the way.

Xiao Jiji almost cried: [Wow, host, don't worry, that bad system won't appear again in a short time]

Yi Qingju glanced at her bandaged ankle and said, [Does the system not know that it has been suppressed?]

When it spoke to Yi Qingju, it was as if there was no blank period of separation between them.

As soon as Xiao Jiji heard this, he shook his head proudly: [Don't worry, host. It's just a low-level system. With its intelligence, it simply won't realize that there is already a bug on it.]

Only then did Yi Qingju feel relieved.

Outside the door.

Qi Weiran looked at the man in front of him, and his expression flashed a moment of helplessness: "Twenty yuan and thirty-five cents."

Hearing this, the man wearing a white coat widened his eyes: "Qi Weiran, is your heart made of stone?"

"How can your thirty-seven degree mouth spit out such cold words!?"

"Facing an old friend and childhood friend you haven't seen in three years, you started by asking for money?"

He covered his heart with a look of disbelief on his injured face.

But Qi Weiran was unmoved: "What did you come to do?"

The man in front of him hummed: "I heard your wife is sick. My buddy was working on the first day today and came to see her illness as a gift."

The corner of Qi Weiran's mouth moved. He believed Yi Qingju would not like this gift.

Yi Qingju was randomly speculating whether Qi Weiran was having her period today, which was why he was so temperamental. Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

A handsome guy with curly hair wearing a white coat walked in. Seeing Yi Qingju, he grinned: "Hello, Mrs. Qi."

"I am the standard equipment for tyrannical CEO Qi Weiran—"

"His friend and doctor, Feng Yisheng."

The tyrannical CEO himself came out from behind him and slapped him on the back of his head.

Yi Qingju: "..."

[This little Teddy, how did he steal my sarcastic words]

Hearing the three words "little Teddy", Qi Weiran's gaze fell on Feng Yisheng's curly hair, then he faintly moved his gaze away and praised: "Good hair."

Feng Yisheng covered the back of his head and grinned: "It's rare that old Qi still has some taste. This was made by a top foreign stylist."

Yi Qingju nodded in agreement.

[I can see that every strand of hair would rather die than go straight]

"Hello, I'm Yi Qingju," she said politely.

Then she turned her head to Qi Weiran with a very soft smile: "Sir, you came, I'm fine now, let's go back."

[Go back and have dinner, I'm starving]

Feng Yisheng twisted his lips.

He thought it was really the same as the rumors said.

Qi Weiran's loyal fan, no one but him in her eyes.

This woman is really...as boring as expected.

Qi Weiran didn't move, but signaled Feng Yisheng with his eyes.

Feng Yisheng shrugged: "What's the hurry? Let me examine you first. Little girl, you're so young and beautiful. What if you get disfigured?"

"Okay," she obeyed.

[I've never heard that a woman's knees are her third face]

Qi Weiran almost hooked up the corners of his mouth.

After the examination, Yi Qingju wanted to walk by herself with crutches, but thinking of her image, she endured and raised a pair of cat eyes to carefully ask, "Sir, my foot hurts, can you carry me?"

Feng Yisheng couldn't stand to see it anymore. His buddy Qi was known for not being close to women. He immediately pointed to the crutches next to him: "Look here, this is what belongs to you—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking past him from the corner of his eye.

Then Yi Qingju was picked up right under his nose.

Feng Yisheng's eyeballs were about to pop out.

"Ptooey! Witch, what evil arts did you use!?"

There must be something wrong with Qi Weiran's mind, his eyes are clearly blind!

He clearly dislikes this kind of coy and soft-selling girl the most!

Qi Weiran glanced coldly at him: "Shut up."

The latter immediately closed his mouth that was about to fall to the ground.

Not to mention Feng Yisheng, even Yi Qingju herself was scared enough.

Her whole body was in a state of not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

It was so thrilling when she came that Yi Qingju could only smell the scent of the man's perfume now.

Unlike most tyrannical CEOs who like the smell of pine,

Qi Weiran's smell was a high degree of wine mixed with the smell of burning wood.

The woody notes came out along with the wine, making people indulged in it with one smell.

Yi Qingju knew this perfume, especially its review, she had only seen it once, but it was deeply engraved in her mind.

'Wherever you go, the world begins to awaken'

"Sir, let me do it instead."

Seeing Qi Weiran coming out carrying someone, Zhang Wei stepped forward and said quickly.

Oh my god, what's wrong with this world?

Yi Qingju was extremely embarrassed and kept kicking her uninjured leg: "Sir.... I'll just walk by myself. If the media takes pictures, they'll talk nonsense again."

At the risk of her image collapsing, Yi Qingju jumped down like her butt was on fire.

Qi Weiran didn't insist. He put her down very naturally and casually adjusted his cuffs.

Suppressing the inexplicable emotions in his heart, he warned himself silently.

This was the last time he indulged his mental illness or auditory hallucinations to make himself lose control.

From now on, he would resume his previous relationship with Yi Qingju where they did not interfere with each other.

...

The next day, after Yi Qingju promised to buy an Ultraman T-shirt that glows for Qi Xinian, she coaxed the unhappy little dumpling who was unhappy about going home alone.

"You're like this, where else do you want to go?" He pointed at Yi Qingju's foot with crutches and said.

"Something to do. If you're bored, go to the backyard and let Xiao Hua play with you."

Qi Xinian stared with widened eyes and accused: "I don't want to. The last time I went there, it poked me with its smelly pig nose."

Yi Qingju looked helpless: "Xiao Hua doesn't smell. I bathe it every day. It was showing that it likes you. Besides, don't you always go to tease its son?"

After finally getting rid of Qi Xinian, Yi Qingju finally went out.

She didn't take the Qi family's car, but took a taxi.

"Where are you going, little girl?" Seeing the strange girl with crutches and a turtle on her shoulder, the driver asked.

Yi Qingju reported a name. The driver was surprised: "Oh my, that place is quite remote, almost out of S City."

"It's very unsafe for a little girl like you to go there alone. What are you going to do there?"

She took out a baseball cap from her bag and put it on, replying: "I'm going to work in the factory."

The driver was surprised. If he remembered correctly, this child came from a rich family.

Then his eyes became very sympathetic: "It's not easy to be a nanny these days. I heard those rich people really make things difficult."

He had already imagined it.

The beautiful maid and the young master of the rich family fell in forbidden love, but someone found out. In the end, the poor girl's legs were broken. When she left, she only brought the turtle that the young master had given her, heartbrokenly leaving this mansion that had imprisoned her for half her life.

The man in his forties shed a few tears from the corners of his eyes.

Yi Qingju of course did not know what the uncle had thought in those few seconds, and could only sigh with great feeling: "That's right, if you can't stay at the peak, then go work in a factory with room and board."

After paying, Yi Qingju stood at the gate of the pig farm.

Lowering the brim of his hat, just about to step in, An De who had been waiting here early walked out.

"President Yi, something happened."

Yi Qingju's expression changed: "Did the pigs get sick?"

An De shook his head.

She let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"People from the Qi family are here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Qingju was already - in An De's bewildered expression - shocked, turned around, fled on his crutch.

The three actions were done in one go.