"Who did you text with just now, your fiancé?" Yan Zhen chewed slowly and asked with thorny words: "If you can't wait to be with him Niwai, don't come here to envy your love. I won't
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"Ye Qianqian, she hasn't contacted me for a few days and she thought something happened to me. I chatted with her for a few words and told her that I went back to Spain. Can you please stop talking about your fiancé? The relationship between Yan Ze and me is not what you imagined.
It’s like that, don’t think blindly.”
Sijin explained in a low voice, Yan Zhi's eyes lit up: "It's not what I imagined, what is it?"
She was already engaged to someone else, and the engagement party was so grand that the whole city knew about it. This bad woman told him not to think too much. Did she really think he was a three-year-old child?
"Anyway, it's not what you think." Sijin said vaguely: "I am innocent and have not been touched by anyone. Then if you feel uncomfortable, why don't we register today?
If you get married, then your fiancé will be nothing?"
Sijin brought the blown millet porridge to Yan Zhen's mouth, blinking his eyes as he came up with an idea, looking like a happy Big Wolf kidnapping.
Yan Zhi narrowed his eyes and said, "I will not marry a woman who is already engaged. I cannot afford to lose face!"
After saying that, he swallowed the millet porridge hard and stared at her with his coquettish eyes, as if he wanted to eat her alive.
Sijin Lengbuding's whole body trembled with horror.
"Then don't be so excited. You vomit blood when you get excited and you want to scare me to death. Anyway, just relax. I'm not a white-eyed wolf. I did something wrong this time. No matter how you treat me in the future, I will forgive you.
, can it be done?”
Yan Zhi snorted coldly, feeling slightly comfortable.
His usual arrogance became more intense.
"I don't care if you have a fiancé or not. You are raised by me and you have to serve me every day. Otherwise, I have raised you in vain. I tell you, if you dare to hook up with that son of a bitch Yan Ze, I will kill you."
He made you cry at his grave!"
He pointed to the cold chicken soup next to him, his dangerous eyes narrowed, and he leaned back with a lazy and elegant posture: "Feed me that."
Sijin quickly put down the almost finished millet porridge, picked up the chicken soup, bent down and fed him the chicken soup with a smile.
He murmured, "This chicken soup tastes so good. I simmered it for five hours."
Yan Zhi looked at her with a cold face and said nothing. His coquettish eyes were staring at her action of serving soup. Suddenly his eyes dimmed and he grabbed her hand.
"How?"
Sijin looked at the wrist he suddenly grabbed, and she subconsciously wanted to retract, but he refused, and her tone became increasingly sullen: "Say!"
"Oops, I accidentally burned it."
Sijin pursed her lips in anger, and her heart suddenly felt sweet. He still cared so much about himself, and would make a fuss over the smallest things. It was just that he was burned by a purple clay pot when serving soup. It was no big deal.
Sijin thought so in her heart, but her tone gradually became aggrieved.
"I was thinking about you at that time. I was so absorbed in thinking about you that I got burned without noticing."
"Why are you so careless? Does it hurt?"
He touched her scalded soybean-sized skin, his slightly cool fingertips, and his movements were so gentle. Sijin's heart felt hot, her nose felt sour, and she cowardly shouted: "It hurts."
One word was the magic weapon she used to win his heart.
Sijin has always known that this little magic weapon is extremely effective when used on Yan Zhen.
She sometimes thought that Yan Zhen was really good to her. She was afraid of breaking it when she held it in her hand, was afraid of melting when she held it in her mouth, and was afraid of losing it when she saw it.