"Even if you're bald, it's all your fault!" Milolo shouted aggrievedly, with a hint of coquettishness in his tone that she didn't notice.
"Well, I'm responsible." Si Qianhao's direct answer made his eyes fall to the ground in shock. This, this, is this what the cold prince Si Qianhao said? The legendary handsome man with cold words who can go without speaking for a month.
!
When he said this, Milolo was embarrassed to say anything more. Seeing that her anger was half gone, Si Qianhao took her hand and put it back on the dining table: "Eat."
Wei Jichen keenly discovered that Si Qianhao, who had always disliked contact with others, directly touched Milolo's hand, and - no, no, wipe, hand! His aversion to human contact has never been the same.
It can be seen that he just touched Su Wan'er's clothes lightly and had to carefully wipe it with a handkerchief several times.
It seems that he is a bit special towards Milolo...
Wei Jichen's eyes were a little thoughtful.
The wonderful lunch could finally continue normally. Su Yuner could no longer bear the humiliation and ran away crying, but no one noticed this small role, so you can ignore it casually.
Unexpectedly, things went up and down again. Milolo was as picky as Li Hanyi, but she picked carrots instead of green peppers.
An Qing has never understood why a girl who looks like a fried rabbit hates eating carrots so much.
Of course, Miss Milolo would not stop being picky about food just because she had a quarrel with others, so she picked out the meager carrot shreds on the plate as usual. Unexpectedly, she had just picked two.
Then I heard Si Qianhao say seriously: "No picky eaters!"