Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

The two quickly entered Qin Mohan's study.

Seeing the room full of books, Su Qiao's eyes lit up: "So many books?"

"This is only part of it, and some are in my study on the fourth floor."

Qin Mohan smiled and pushed the person to the sofa by the window. Just as he was about to bend over and hug him onto the sofa, Su Qiao got off the wheelchair directly.

I don't know how she got it. She took off the cast on her right ankle like a sock, and went down to the ground barefoot.

Qin Mohan looked at the white and tender feet on the gray carpet, his throat bone slid twice.

so small! So delicate!

Like the finest art...

do not know……

Qin Mohan realized what he was thinking, and his ears were hot, so he quickly stopped.

The voice was a little hoarse: "Although the floor is carpeted, it is still a little cold."

Saying that, he suppressed his thumping heart, and bent down to pick up the little white slippers on the ground.

Squat at her feet, gently lift her feet, and put them on her carefully.

Su Qiao didn't notice that his expression was wrong at all, and his thoughts were all on the bookcases around him: "Have you read so many books?"

"Basically I've seen it all."

Qin Mohan didn't dare to look at her, so he stood up with a blushing face, turned around and walked to a wall, and turned on the wall lamp in the cabinet.

"You're amazing." Su Qiao's eyes were filled with admiration.

Qin Mohan didn't feel anything at all, but after hearing her say this, he suddenly felt a little proud.

With a slight smile: "My grandfather raised me as an heir since he was a child, so he has received various teachings every day since he was very young."

‘knock knock’

There was a knock on the door, he turned his head and glanced, and walked to the door.

Soon, he came back with two silver plates.

"I asked the butler to bring breakfast and come over to have something to eat first."

"Oh." Su Qiao took an interesting book from the bookcase and turned back to the sofa by the window.

Qin Mohan laid out the breakfast and took the book from her hand: "Eat breakfast first, and you can read it after you finish it."

"Alright then." Su Qiao's expression was very reluctant.

She was seeing the brilliance when she was interrupted.

But for the sake of food, I don't care about him.

The breakfast was very rich and varied, and Su Qiao had a great time.

Various flavors reverberate in the mouth.

It's nice to be able to taste the sweet and sour taste.

only……

If only the man on the other side didn't look at him like that.

Su Qiao raised her head in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Eat breakfast, eat breakfast, what do you keep watching her?

Qin Mohan didn't eat breakfast, but he didn't feel hungry at all.

As if looking at the person in front of him, his stomach is naturally full.

He clasped his hands and fingers together, propped his chin, and watched Su Qiao eat with satisfaction, his eyes full of happiness:

"Jiaojiao, I didn't expect you to really study medicine when you grow up."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Su Qiao blinked, completely understanding what the man said.

She doesn't remember, and Qin Mohan doesn't mind either, with some memories in his eyes: "Do you remember?"

"I couldn't see at that time. You comforted me and told me not to be sad, and said that when you grow up, you must study hard, become a powerful doctor, and help me cure my eyes."

At that time, even he thought the little girl was just talking casually, but he didn't expect that when she grew up, she really studied medicine.

She is the only child of the Su family. Normally, she should study economic management and the like, in order to manage the company left by her parents in the future.

Su Qiao was stunned, and a fragment flashed in his mind.

A boy in a state of embarrassment sat slumped on the grass, his eyes were red and empty, and he was crying very sadly while holding his head.

"Isn't that seeing you, a big boy, cry so sadly?"

Seeing him crying so sadly at that time, the little girl couldn't help but want to comfort him, that's why she said that.

Qin Mohan's cheeks flushed, and he explained somewhat unnaturally: "I cried because of my parents..."