Luo Yanqing frowned: "Xiao Li...Xiao Li has been here, why didn't anyone tell me?"
Director Song laughed: "Then you tell the people around you that no one can disturb you. With your words, who dares to risk being kicked out of the group and interrupt you in the middle of your work?!"
"..." His thin lips pursed tightly, Luo Yan remained silent for a long time with a cold face, and asked Director Song: "Why not let Xiao Li stay in the institute longer?"
"It's not my old man's fault. That girl accidentally saved two boys on the way to our place. One of them was injured and unconscious, and the other was not very good with his hands and feet. He had no choice but to give the thing to me. Please ask me to arrange a car to take her and the two boys to the hospital. Well, if you really miss Li Bao,
I'll just take two days off and go home and take a look. You'd better open your bag now. Li Bao said that she had prepared clothes for me, as well as cakes made by herself. "
Luo Yanqing: "..." He looked at Director Song as if he were looking at a child.
"Look what I'm doing, I'm waiting to eat the cakes made by my daughter."
Director Song urged.
Luo Yanqing didn't answer. He put the bag on the table, unzipped it and took out the clothes one by one and put them on the bed. He also took out the pastries and put them on the table.
"Li Bao said the clothes in the plastic bag are for my old man."
Director Song put his clothes aside, then he opened the pastry packaging bag, picked up a piece of mung bean cake and took a bite. After chewing and swallowing, he repeatedly praised: "My daughter's craftsmanship is really incredible. It's not just cooking." Well done, even the pastries are so delicious."
Luo Yanqing: "One piece."
Director Song: "...What do you mean?" He was stunned!
Luo Yanqing: "The pastry is for me, you can only eat one piece."
Director Song rolled his eyes: "If you dare to give me just one piece, I will call my daughter later. If you don't want to kneel on the washboard, just treat me harshly."
Luo Yanqing's eyes were indifferent and he raised his eyebrows: "Has the Director ever knelt down?"
"..." Director Song was defeated. After a moment, he waved his hands: "Nonsense, how is that possible? Your godmother and I have a good relationship, and she is reluctant to let me kneel on the washboard!"
"It seems that he has knelt down."
Luo Yanqing used declarative sentences.
Director Song suddenly looked uncomfortable and coughed repeatedly. He pointed at Luo Yanqing and said, "You... can you speak? What do you mean I've knelt down? If you want to laugh at the old man, I... okay, whatever you want! Frankly speaking. Yes, that also indirectly shows that we two have a good relationship, otherwise, I can listen to your godmother and kneel on the washboard."
"Thank you, Director, for your advice. If necessary, I will learn from the Director's methods."
After saying this, Luo Yanqing picked up a piece of mille-feuille cake, sat on a chair and started eating it gracefully.
Director Song snorted coldly: "You still behave well when you get an advantage, you brat, you are really good at it!"
Luo Yanqing responded in a nonchalant manner: "Absolutely."
Director Song choked and felt a pain in his heart. No, he put a hand on his heart, pretending to be uncomfortable, and said, "Boy, you have become bad."
Luo Yanqing: "Is there any?" Isn't it him? How did it go bad?
"Stop talking, half of the cakes per person, otherwise, I'll call Li Bao right away."
Director Song said "harsh words".
Luo Yanqing: "It is said that you always need to avoid eating, especially sweets."
Director Song: "Nothing."
Luo Yanqing: "How about I call and ask my godmother?"
In order to eat more pastries, Director Song had to make concessions: "No, no! Just give me half, and I'll eat two pieces every day. That's it, right?"
