Chapter 135 Qiong’s Gentle Way

Lowering his hat happily, Aokiji walked to the corner of the street humming a tune and waited for a taxi on the curb.

Just now at Busujima Saeko's house, Aokiji cooked some simple Japanese home-cooked dishes. These are all dishes I learned while cooking for Qiongmei. They may be worse than what Busujima Saeko usually eats, but the basic taste is still guaranteed. At least Busujima Saeko and Aoki Tsukasa had a great time and were praised a lot.

Before leaving, Aokiji and Busujima Saeko added Line friends to facilitate contact.

After stretching, Aokiji hadn't forgotten that Qiong was still hungry at home. It's just that it's not easy to take a taxi near the Busujima Ryuken Hall. Aokiji has been waiting for five or six minutes, but he still can't wait.

Turning around to look, suddenly, a notice posted on a power pole on the side of the road caught Aoki Tsukasa's attention.

After looking carefully, Aokiji gradually frowned.

"Police Notice: Criminal activities have been frequent in the old city area recently, and there have been several incidents of injury and disability. Residents are asked to avoid going out at night. If you find anything unusual, please call the police immediately."

Isn’t this what happened nearby? Aokiji was a little worried. If those criminals targeted Busujima-senpai, she would be in trouble. She was a girl living in such a remote mansion. If someone had evil intentions and she injured her right hand, wouldn't it be dangerous?

Aokiji thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and sent it to Busujima-senpai's Line.

"Saeko-senpai, you must pay attention to safety at night these days." After Aokiji sent the message, Busujima Saeko replied to the message not long after.

"Okay, Aoki-kun, please be safe on your way home. Please be sure to send me a message when you get home." Busujima Saeko's reply made Aokiji couldn't help but smile and narrowed his eyes, and simply replied: "Okay."

Having said that, this person's heart is really complicated. Aokiji clearly intends to think about feelings only when he feels that he is strong enough to protect himself and others. But every time his relationship with Busujima Saeko progressed, he couldn't help but feel happy.

"Didi." A horn sounded not far away. Seeing the approaching taxi, Aokiji hurriedly lowered his hat and waved.

The taxi picked up Aokiji and soon left this old city.

More than twenty minutes later, Aokiji returned home.

"I'm back!"

Aokiji put the purchased ingredients on the dining table, rubbed his cheeks that were a little numb from the autumn wind, walked up to the second floor, and knocked on Qiong's door: "Qiong? Have you had dinner? I want to go in Oh."

There was no movement in the dome.

Aokiji frowned slightly and pushed the door open. -

What reached my ears was the sound of slight snoring.

"Did you go to bed so early?" Aokiji saw Qiong lying on his bed, with his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he was sleeping soundly.

Walking in front of her in small steps, Aokiji looked at her face and frowned slightly.

As his medical skills gradually approached the fourth level, Aokiji also had some grasp of the knowledge, knowledge, and knowledge that Chinese medicine pays attention to. Taking a close look at Qiong's sleeping face, Aokiji carefully grabbed her little hand outside the quilt, put his fingers on her wrist, and carefully felt her pulse.

As expected, Aokiji let go of his hand with some annoyance.

Qiong's body must have gotten worse again. With such a pulse and complexion, she doesn't look like a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, but like an old man who has run out of oil and is about to die.

Aokiji pursed his lips, gently tucked her little hand into the quilt, touched her cold cheek, and sighed pitifully.

Qiong's fair skin looked a bit transparent under the moonlight. On the delicate little face, I don’t know what she was dreaming about, but her brows were slightly wrinkled, which made me feel pity for her.

Aokiji carefully placed his fingers between her eyebrows, gently stretched her brows, and said softly: "Qiong, hold on a little longer, I'm already working hard. If you hold on a little longer, you won't feel uncomfortable anymore."

Perhaps Qingmu Sui's comforting voice had an effect, Qiong's eyebrows gradually relaxed a lot, his little hands unconsciously grasped the quilt tightly, and he murmured in his sleep: "Si"

Aokiji was stunned for a moment, then responded softly with a smile: "I'm here, take a nap first, and I'll go cook."

"Well" Qiong didn't know whether he was responding or acting coquettishly.

Aokiji combed her hair with a doting expression, stood up, turned and left the room.

You must work harder and reach level four quickly to see if you can learn some methods in the dream practice room that can help Qiong regulate his body. When Aokiji thought of this, he felt that all the fatigue in his body had disappeared and he was filled with energy again.

After closing the door gently, Aokiji rolled up his sleeves and went to prepare dinner.

Qiong, who was sleeping, seemed to feel Aokiji leaving, and his fingers trembled slightly as he tried to hold on, as if he wanted to retain something.

"Azhen, I'm in love with Aqiang." Aokiji hummed while skillfully stir-frying vegetables in the wok.

Suddenly, light footsteps came from behind. Aokiji turned around to look, and sure enough, a sleepy Qiong was walking over from behind, rubbing his eyes.

"What's for dinner, Si?" Qiong came to the dining table with a weak body, pulled out a chair, and lay on the table watching Aoki Si busy in front of the stove.

Aokiji smiled at her and said gently: "There is porridge and fish."

"Oh" Qiong responded lazily. Smelling the taste, his little nose twitched and he frowned slightly: "It tastes a bit bitter."

"Well, there are a lot of things that are good for the body, so Qiong must finish them." Aokiji smiled and took out the rice bowl, first filled a bowl of porridge for Qiong, and put it on the table to cool.

Qiong smelled the smell, stirred it with a spoon, and found that there were various unnamed nuts in the porridge, which didn't look very good. She sighed, looking at Aokiji's broad back, her voice was a little weak: "I want to eat Mapo tofu."

"I'll do it for you once a month." Aokiji turned his head, looked at Qiong who seemed a little unhappy, and explained: "Those greasy and spicy things are not very good for your body. Bear with it for now, and wait until your body recovers. , I will cook whatever you want to eat."

"Oh" Qiong tilted his head, his expression a little resistant: "I don't want to eat these beans."

"No." Aokiji's attitude was firm. Seeing Qiong lying on the table with his cheeks slightly bulging, he couldn't help laughing. After a while, Secretary Aoki asked with a hint of worry: "Are you feeling unwell in any way today?"

"No, I was a little late playing games yesterday." Qiong stretched and took out his mobile phone.

Aokiji frowned, turned around, looked at Qiong's nonchalant expression and said seriously: "You must go to bed before eleven o'clock tonight."

"." Qiong stared into Aoki Si's eyes, resisting silently with his cold eyes.

Aokiji took the fish out of the pot and put it on the plate. He also put two bowls of rice on the table. Sitting opposite Qiong, Aokiji said with a serious expression: "If you don't obey, I will stay in your house at night. If you don't sleep, I won't go out."

"Hmm." When Qiong heard this, his cheeks turned slightly red. He turned his head and took a spoon to scoop out a spoonful of porridge in the bowl. He blew on it, his eyes averted and his tone was a bit disgusting: "Is Si a pervert?"

Aokiji snorted: "Even if I am a pervert, I have to let you sleep on time."

Qiong took a sip of the porridge and found that it tasted a bit bitter as she thought. Frowning and swallowing the porridge, she stared at Aokiji with wide eyes: "I'm not sleepy today."

"You have to sleep even if you're not sleepy. You can lie down." Aokiji didn't give her any bargaining power.

"There is an event at zero o'clock in the game." Qiong put down the spoon, pursed his lips, looking at Aokiji's rare resolute look, and didn't know how to object.

"At worst, I'll give you pocket money to buy props." Aokiji looked at her and raised his lips: "How about going to the hospital with me over the weekend for another check-up?"

"No!" Qiong's voice suddenly raised a pitch, and she pursed her thin lips tightly, looking at Aoki Si coldly with a pair of big, moist eyes.

Seeing that she seemed really angry, Aokiji sighed: "I'm worried about you."

"I know that my body is the same as before and there is no need to go." Qiong's cold little face showed no emotion, but Aoki Si saw some insincerity in her swaying pupils.

After thinking about it, maybe Qiong really hates hospitals. For her, the hospital must be a very irritating and uncomfortable place, right?

Aokiji and Qiong looked at each other, their eyes wide open. In the end, Aokiji was defeated first and compromised: "Then let's recuperate for a while, eat well and rest well this week. I'll see you again in a week. It depends on your situation. If it still doesn't get better, you have to go to the hospital."

"I know!" Qiong's voice became a little impatient. He held a spoon and said in a cold voice: "Si, you should take care of yourself first, he is almost turning into a panda."

Aokiji was stunned when he heard this, touched the bags under his eyes, and smiled softly: "Okay."

Looking at Qiong frowning, he slowly ate the porridge, maybe a bite of fish. After a while, Aokiji suddenly said: "Thank you."

"What." Qiong raised his head with panic in his eyes.

"I said, Qiong can be so gentle, thank you." Aokiji knew that the porridge he cooked was very nutritious, but the taste was definitely not good. The fish also avoids too many irritating seasonings when stewing. It tastes bland at best, but tasteless at worst.

Qiong's taste is very picky, but he doesn't dislike anything.

Aokiji thinks that this may be Qiong's gentle way.

"Idiot." Qiong blushed, finished the porridge in a few mouthfuls, stuffed the fish Aoki Siti gave her in the rice bowl into her mouth, and stood up: "I'm full."

"I'm going to put some water in the bathroom. I'll take a shower and play games for a while before getting ready for bed. When I get back from work, I'll supervise your sleep." Aokiji stood up and put away the dishes.

Qiong was at the corner, cautiously turning his head to look at Aoki Si picking up the leftovers, and couldn't help but frown slightly: Did Si. see something?

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PS: The author lowered his hat and sat on a bench on the street with his head lowered, staring blankly at the small broken bowl in his hand.

Suddenly a strange gust of wind blew by, and the few recommended chapters in the bowl were swept away by the wind and flew into the distance. The author hurriedly got up and chased after him. He watched the recommendation ticket fall to the ground before he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward. However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he stepped on the recommendation ticket with one foot.

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