After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

Hearing the noise coming from the door, Huo Yichen brought the freshly cooked dishes to the table, looked back at Murong Qiao who was standing at the door, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"Welcome back."

As soon as he said these words, Murong Qiao felt that he was a heinous sinner if he didn't take the initiative to give the other person a hug.

It's a pity that the next second she made the corresponding move, she immediately regretted it.

The wolf, which had been quietly waiting for its prey to come to the door, finally seized the opportunity and directly controlled the escaped rabbit firmly in his arms, without giving the other party any breathing space.

It wasn't until the rabbit turned red that the ferocious wolf finally relaxed a little reluctantly.

"We've been kissed so many times, why haven't you learned to breathe yet?" Huo Yichen let go of his hand in a funny way, looking at the blushing Murong Qiao, he couldn't help but lift his fingertips and rub her nose.

Murong Qiao shrank and got out of his arms, "Who looks like you?"

"I've been out for so many days and you're not allowed to charge me any interest?" Huo Yichen asked.

Murong Qiao raised his eyebrows, but he did not refute Huo Yichen. Instead, he touched the tip of his nose with some guilt.

Who makes someone hungry and want to eat, and presses her down every day to explore the true meaning of life?

"Okay, get ready to eat." Huo Yichen just teased her.

After some intimacy, Huo Yichen went to the kitchen to serve food, and Murong Qiao relaxed and helped.

"It smells so good." Murong Qiao picked up a piece of meat and bit it.

The meat has obviously been carefully stewed and fed with time and temperature, so that a gentle bite of the teeth is enough to make it soft and fall off the bone, and then it enters the mouth perfectly, releasing the rich flavor contained in it.

The aroma of the meat lingers in your mouth for a long time. When mixed with the greasy beans, it has a different flavor. It seems that you won't get tired of it at all. Murong Qiao couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Huo Yichen saw this and gave her another piece. "When I took you to eat steak before, why didn't you like it so much?"

"How can it be the same as what my boyfriend made by himself?" Murong Qiao replied to him.

She picked up the piece of meat Huo Yichen gave her with her chopsticks and waved it in front of her eyes as if to show off.

This is Achen's unique feeding service only for her.

While Murong Qiao was eating meat, his eyes would shift to Huo Yichen from time to time.

Huo Yichen, who had just been enjoying his meal, was sitting at the dining table without even taking off his apron.

The black apron itself looks monotonous, but paired with Huo Yichen's face, it immediately makes people feel that no matter what kind of food they are cooking, it can make people want to eat.

The warm yellow light shone down from above the head, and the dark night outside made the man's face as gentle as jade. Even when he was eating quietly without speaking, Murong Qiao felt that the other man was extremely gentle.

With a thought in her mind, she suddenly couldn't help but pull the other person's free hand.

"Huh?" Huo Yichen felt the other party's movement and naturally held it back. Then he stopped the chopsticks in his hand and turned to look at her.

Seeing his behavior like this, Murong Qiao couldn't help laughing again.

"It feels like you are no longer the same person as you were in high school." She said suddenly.

At that time, Huo Yichen was so aloof that even Murong Qiao never thought that the two of them would have such countless interactions and such a close relationship.

"High school?" Huo Yichen asked with raised eyebrows. "Then which me do you like?"

This is a dangerous question.

"Nonsense, you can like it anytime, okay?" Murong Qiao quickly tried to turn the tide.

She didn't want to ask for leave the next day and not be able to go to the company.

"Tell me, not everyone knows it?" Huo Yichen had no intention of letting her go.

Murong Qiao said seriously, "I like it, I really do!"

It's a pity that all her self-evidence was crushed by a hot kiss and mixed into her breathing, and she couldn't even make a sound of defense.

The boy who was as tall and tall as a pine and poplar has long since grown into a towering tree.

Murong Qiao was caged in the shadow of the tree, becoming increasingly petite and pitiful.

The length of the night was witnessed on this night.

The next morning, when I waited for the sunlight to penetrate the thick bed curtains with great difficulty, and finally used the dim light to reach an agreement with the alarm clock, and woke up the people in bed together, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

There was an unknown object on the huge double bed. As the alarm clock sounded, a hand stretched out from the gap between the quilt and the bed, touched it randomly, and turned off the alarm clock angrily.

"Well--"

Murong Qiao stretched unconsciously, and her body felt a faint feeling of pain, which made her return to some sense.

She was alone on the bed. When Murong Qiao slowly got up, she saw a note with elegant handwriting on the bedside table.

[I went to the company. Breakfast is in the kitchen. I have already told Jiang Chi that if the alarm clock wakes you up on time, the porridge will be at the right temperature. 】

What is inconsistent with this handwriting is a very beautiful heart drawn at the end.

It can be seen that the person who wrote is very serious, and the heart drawn is a bit like an emoticon, but it was this feeling that made Murong Qiao couldn't help but curl his lips and laugh out loud.

Forget it, forgive him for his excess last night.

Murong Qiao got up to wash up, then went to the kitchen and saw the glutinous rice porridge that Huo Yichen had just cooked at the right time.

Some black rice is added to it, which tastes sweet and makes the last trace of irritability disappear when you wake up in the morning.

While having breakfast, Murong Qiao sent a message to Huo Yichen, and then saw that some of the reports Jiang Chi had sent him in the morning were piled up in the chat box.

Most of them are documents and reports, as well as a plan.

[In addition, many of the company's artists have received awards and nominations, so you will also need to go to the awards ceremony. 】Jiang Chi then attached a brand new itinerary.

Awards...

Murong Qiao calculated the time silently in his mind, and it seemed that it had been last year since the last award.

It can only be said that one day is like three autumns. This year, the development of CG is in full swing. It is no longer the time when only a few artists can take advantage of it.

Just looking at the list given by Jiang Chi, there are more than a dozen people who want to go.

[I will go to the company later. 】Murong Qiao replied.

While typing, Murong Qiao suddenly remembered that he had never asked Huo Yichen about the company news since he went back last night.

Tsk, I was fooled by the other party.

Thinking that his attention had been diverted last night, Murong Qiao shook his head helplessly. In the end, he could only remember this matter and wait until today to pay attention to it.

When he received the news that Murong Qiao had woken up, Huo Yichen was in Huo's office, talking to the project leader he had found yesterday.

"As for what happened yesterday, we have clearly investigated that there was a problem with the quality inspection of the instrument, and two key parts were obviously replaced." The project leader came to his own conclusion.

Just when these words came out of his mouth, Huo Yichen didn't even need to speak, and the project leader himself broke out in a cold sweat.

When there was a problem with the quality inspection, the project leader even felt for a moment that his headcount was at risk.

"We found through monitoring surveillance that Director Wang's people secretly exchanged the parts of this batch of instruments..." The person in charge's voice became softer as he spoke.

Huo Yichen squinted his eyes and looked at the information presented in his hand. He saw a standard middle-aged man's face corroded by alcohol and sex.