After speaking, Yi Yao was worried that Han Shaoqing would break the casserole by asking about the house, so he quickly diverted the other party's attention.
"The food is ready, go wash your hands quickly."
As soon as he mentioned delicious food, Han Shaoqing ran into the bathroom quickly as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood, and then sat down at the dining table.
After sniffing the dishes from Yi Yao's hand, Han Shaoqing couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
"Looking at how weak you are, like a young lady who doesn't have a finger in the sun, I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking."
Hearing this, Yi Yao had a feeling that she didn't know whether Han Shaoqing was praising her or hurting her, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
"You'd better eat." Yi Yao didn't dare to waste any time. He was always in a state of anxiety and couldn't settle down.
However, things always go against schedule. When Wei Heng appeared in the living room, Yi Yao's whole person fell into petrification.
The chopsticks in his hand accidentally fell on the table, "Third Master, why are you back?"
Wei Heng glanced at Han Shaoqing coldly, then landed on Yi Yao's face, "This is my home, why can't I come back?"
Han Shaoqing's reaction on the side was even more exaggerated, as if a mouse had seen a cat, and it immediately exploded.
He came to Yi Yao and whispered in Yi Yao's ear: "Is this the roommate you mentioned?"
Yi Yao nodded and gave an affirmative answer. Han Shaoqing felt like crying without tears, and his intestines turned green with regret.
If he had known this, he shouldn't have come here to eat just for the sake of this meal.
Han Shaoqing stood up immediately, a flattering smile came to his lips, "Um... you eat first, and I won't disturb you."
Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy!
Unexpectedly, Wei Heng didn't give him a chance to leave, and said calmly and calmly, "Since you're here, let's sit down and finish eating."
In an instant, Han Shaoqing looked mournful and looked at Yi Yao for help, but saw that the other person also lowered his head.
Unable to withstand Wei Heng's momentum, Han Shaoqing slowly sat down, not daring to make a sound when Wei Heng's voice rang in his ears.
"Why don't you introduce us to each other?" Wei Heng's eyes fell on Yi Yao.
The burning gaze made Yi Yao sit on pins and needles and stammered: "Third Master, this is my friend, Han Shaoqing."
Then, Yi Yao looked at Han Shaoqing again, "This is the third master, you should know him."
"We know each other." Han Shaoqing muttered, "How could I not know him?"
While talking, Han Shaoqing quietly looked at Wei Heng from the corner of his eyes.
After seeing the other party's stern look, he immediately withdrew his gaze, shrank his neck, and tried to reduce his presence as much as possible.
Wei Heng was seen walking to the dining table, sitting next to Yi Yao, and picking up the bowls and chopsticks as if there was no one else around.
After Wei Heng took a few bites, he raised his eyes and looked at Yi Yao and Han Shaoqing, "Why don't you eat?"
When Wei Heng said this, Han Shaoqing took the lead in calming down the atmosphere, "Haha, eat, of course."
This smile is somewhat far-fetched, and can even be said to be ugly!
Afterwards, Yi Yao and Han Shaoqing also started using their chopsticks and immersed themselves in eating without saying a word to each other.
Han Shaoqing finished eating almost as quickly as possible. When he swallowed the last bite, it happened to get stuck in his throat.
"Ahem... vomit!"
Seeing this, Yi Yao hurriedly brought water to Han Shaoqing, "Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Han Shaoqing looked up inadvertently and saw the dark eyes behind Yi Yao.
He immediately jumped out for several meters and refused in a hoarse voice, "No, I'll just take it easy."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Shaoqing didn't even have time to drink, and immediately disappeared from the spot, running as fast as a rabbit.
On the dining table, only Yi Yao and Wei Heng were left. The scene looked frozen and awkward, and the temperature gradually dropped.
Yi Yao felt the look in Wei Heng's eyes towards her, like a thorn in her back. She didn't know how long it had been before the other party's question reached her ears.
"Are you familiar with that Han Shaoqing?"
Yi Yao nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook his head, "I'm not familiar with him, I just met him a few times."
When Yi Yao said this, Wei Heng didn't intend to settle the matter, "How many times have you met? You dare to bring this person back?"
With this statement, Yi Yao mistakenly thought that Wei Heng was worried that Han Shaoqing had ulterior motives, since the other party had a special status.
She is also a street rat now and only dares to act behind the scenes.
He raised three fingers and assured Wei Heng, "He is a good man and will never do anything detrimental to you."
"Oh? Really?" Wei Heng asked back, "So you like him?"
Cough cough cough!
Yi Yao choked on her own saliva.
Why is Wei Heng talking so completely out of context and making random guesses?
He shook his head and waved his hands, "No, I just regard Han Shaoqing as a friend. Besides, I am still a pregnant woman."
Wei Heng sneered, an inexplicable anger welling up in his chest, causing him to lose control.
"It turns out you are self-aware. I thought you thought you had never been touched by a man."
Suddenly, Yi Yao's nose felt sour because of these words. She lost her innocence not because of Wei Heng.
Her stubborn eyes came to Wei Heng and she couldn't help but defend herself.
"Even if I got pregnant out of wedlock, I have always been open and honest and have never done anything to make anyone sorry."
Halfway through the words, Yi Yao stopped, glanced at Wei Heng with complicated eyes, and then continued to speak.
"It's not like some people who clearly did something wrong but still refuse to admit it and find some high-sounding excuses."
Yi Yao rarely spoke harshly in front of Wei Heng, and her words were obviously mocking him.
Just listen to a "bang" sound!
Wei Heng slammed his chopsticks on the table and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you talking about me?"
Hearing this, Yi Yao's heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down his back, but he still refused to admit defeat.
He said angrily, "How could it be possible? Third Master, you are so superior. How dare I speak against you?"
Looking at the little woman in front of him who had become sharp-tongued after going out, Wei Heng actually had nothing to do with her.
There was a sigh in the air!
For a long time, Wei Heng did not respond.
Yi Yao simply immersed himself in the meal, turning his grief and anger into appetite.
I fed the rice into my mouth with mouthfuls, mixed with the tears that I couldn't help but shed. The original aroma of the vegetables also became a little saltier.
Wei Heng's pupils kept reflecting Yi Yao's shadow. His heart was particularly complicated, but he could do nothing.
He stretched out his comforting hand, hung it in the air, and finally lowered it silently. Wei Heng felt too much restraint in his heart.
After a while, Yi Yao finished his meal and stood up, not even wanting to look at Wei Heng.
"I've finished eating. I'll go back and rest first. Third Master, please take your time."
After saying that, Yi Yao strode upstairs, leaving only a trace of Wei Heng's retreating back.
Wei Heng's eyes followed Yi Yao away, and he didn't look back until the other person disappeared.