Sikong Jingqiu scooped up a spoonful of white rice, put it to his lips, blew it to cool, and then handed it to Haiyue's mouth.
Haiyue looked at the slightly steaming spoonful of white rice in front of her and didn't open her mouth for a long time.
Why did Sikong Jingqiu meet...
Seeing that she didn't move, Sikong Jingqiu frowned in displeasure and growled, "Eat quickly! I don't have much patience!" [
Haiyue's whole body trembled when he yelled at him, she quickly opened her mouth and took a mouthful of rice.
The next second, the thorny fish meat was brought to his mouth.
Haiyue opened her mouth and ate it without thinking.
…
Next, no one spoke.
Haiyue didn't dare to be negligent in Sikong Jingqiu's feeding, and every time she quickly ate the food he brought before his sharp eyes swept over her.
In this way, under Sikong Jing Qiuyin's gaze, Haiyue finished a dinner that had no taste at all in her life.
After dinner, Sikong Jingqiu dialed the internal number again, and Lin's mother immediately came up and took away the dinner plate.
Sikong Jingqiu didn't say anything. After looking at her, he took a business magazine and sat on the bedside to read.
After lying on the bed and resting for half an hour, Haiyue felt that her energy was much better, and her whole body was no longer limp and weak. She wanted to take a bath, so she lifted the quilt.
Sikong Jingqiu, who was reading the magazine seriously, suddenly raised his head and said in a deep voice: "What are you going to do?"
Isn't he reading the magazine very absorbedly? Haiyue sweated coldly, "I...I...my whole body is sticky, I want to take a bath."
After listening, Sikong Jingqiu immediately closed the magazine, put it on the bedside table, stood up, said "wait here" and turned around and entered the bathroom.
Haiyue stared blankly at his back, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.
Today's Sikong Jingqiu is really weird...
The sound of water rushing came from the bathroom. Haiyue was stunned. Did Sikong Jingqiu also want to take a bath?
In confusion, the sound of water stopped, Sikong Jingqiu came out of the bathroom and walked to the bed.
At this time, he had taken off his suit jacket, unzipped his tie, unbuttoned two buttons on the chest of his white shirt, and rolled up his sleeves.
The Sikong Jingqiu that I remember at this time looked like a crazy noble man, with an unruly look from head to toe, yet also elegant and charming.[