214: C214 Buy Something

C214 Buy Something

Bo Qichen was waiting for her at the entrance of the supermarket. Tang Qingge walked up to him and Bo Qichen passed her a cup of red sugar and ginger water. Tang Qingge's stomach was hurting, so she thanked him with a smile and quickly drank it while it was hot.

She did not even think where the red sugar water came from.

After drinking it, Tang Qingge felt that her stomach felt much better.

"Boss, I suddenly remembered to buy something for my family." Every week, Tang Qingge would go to the supermarket to buy things. She thought about the things that her family lacked. She counted in annoyance, "There's no washing powder, flour, oil salt, and vinegar at home now..."

But the things she wanted to buy were quite heavy.

"Let's go together."

Tang Qingge was stunned. Bo Qichen had already patted the back of her head. "Let's go."

They walked into the mall first.

"Oh..."

She scratched the back of her head and followed him in a daze.

There were not many people in the daily department store at this time of the day. Bo Qichen was tall and slender. He had a noble and elegant temperament. One look and one could tell that he wasn't an ordinary person. The bearing around him was incompatible with the surroundings. Tang Qingge noticed that many people were staring at her boss.

"Is he a star? Why is he even prettier than a celebrity?"

She was the real celebrity!

That's true. Her popularity was average now, and her chances of getting out of the mirror were not high either. Not many people knew her.

Tang Qingge touched her nose and recognized the fact that she was following behind the big boss to buy things. When she saw Bo Qichen push the handcart, she quickly snatched it from his hands. "I'll do it. I'll do it."

The big boss cast a sidelong glance at her from the sky. That glance was somewhat unfathomable. It seemed to be saying that her stomach did not hurt anymore. She could jump again? Did she forget the time when she was about to cry from the pain?

He pushed her head away and said domineeringly, "Go and pick something. Pick something and tell me."

Tang Qingge's head bounced up and down. She stared at him with her round eyes and blushed like a little wife.

In a low voice.

"Oh."

"The rice is in the grain area, and the flour is also in the grain area. Buy some more fruits, there's no toothpaste left, the toothpaste seems to be over there..." Tang Qingge pointed in a direction uncertainly and totally forgot that it was the road they had just walked on.

Bo Qichen looked at her and pushed in the opposite direction she pointed.

Tang Qingge,... ""

Facing a row of toothpaste, the two of them looked at each other.

Bo Qichen looked at her, "Why are you looking at me?"

Tang Qingge retracted her gaze and scratched her head, "En... Boss, which toothpaste do you think is better?"

Bo Qichen looked at all the types of toothpaste on the shelf and casually glanced at them. He then picked a box from the shelf and looked at the toothpaste composition table. He casually said, "Are there any cavities?"

"Yes!" Tang Qingge poked one side of her cheek with her index finger and looked at the man with a smile. "Boss, your teeth are so white. What kind of toothpaste are you using?"

"Bamboo charcoal can absorb the organs in the mouth. Open your mouth."

Tang Qingge subconsciously opened her mouth.

His palm grabbed her cheeks. His eyes were pitch black as he focused on a tooth on her left cheek. His expression was focused and serious. It seemed like he rarely wasn't serious about anything. This kind of look made Tang Qingge's heart beat faster and even her breathing became lighter.2

Bo Qichen's gaze slowly shifted to the little girl's flushed face. Her overflowing eyes were staring directly at him without any disguise. It made people feel happy when they looked at her.

How could it be? She didn't like it.

After a long time.

"There are indeed cavities."

He let go of her hand and rubbed her delicate lower lip with his thumb. His eyes stared at her lips and teeth. His gaze was dark and unclear.

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