As Lin Youyi spoke, she glanced at Haiyue with disgust, then like a water snake, she clung to Sikong Jingqiu charmingly, "Master Sikong, you don't really want to drink the rest of this lowly maid, do you?"
?”
Although she was not a maid, Lin Youyi's words made Haiyue feel inexplicably inferior and ashamed. Although she was not a maid, in a sense, she was indeed, as Lin Youyi said, a person who lives in
People from lower social classes...
This realization made Haiyue take a small step back involuntarily.[
However, this little action of hers made Sikong Jingqiu's expression even more ugly.
Lin Youyi was still chattering, looking at Haiyue with disdain as she spoke: "Master Sikong...could it be that you fell in love with this little maid, so you wanted to drink the rest of her soup? Tsk, that's really disgusting.
It’s hygienic…”
Lin Youyi's words made Sikong Jingqiu freeze as if he had been struck by lightning!
Fall in love with Song Haiyue!?
How is it possible?
How could he fall in love with Song Haiyue?
Song Haiyue was just a tool he bought to have a baby!
There is absolutely no way he could fall in love with Song Haiyue!
It is even more impossible to be moved by Song Haiyue helping him make soup!
He did not forget that the reason why Song Haiyue stewed soup for herself was not at all on her own initiative, but because she followed Dr. Xia Dongye's advice!
In other words, without Xia Dongye's suggestion, it would have been impossible for her to make soup for herself, let alone stay here in the middle of the night waiting for his return!
Thinking of this, Sikong Jingqiu's face turned as dark as a popcorn pot, and the knuckles holding the thermos turned white. He turned his face and glared at Lin Youyi, and said through gritted teeth: "Shut up! How could I like this young master?"
Such a woman!"
Hearing what Sikong Jingqiu said, Lin Youyi smiled, her beautiful face full of pride, she clung to Sikong Jingqiu coquettishly, her voice was coquettish and soft, "In this case, Master Sikong, let's
Don't waste time here... My feet are sore from standing, let's go upstairs and have a rest..."
Sikong Jingqiu originally wanted to say something, but when he saw Haiyue huddled there like a little daughter-in-law, his face turned green, and he took a big mouthful of soup as if he was angry, and then stuffed the thermos bottle in his hand back to Haiyue.