Just when she was about to drown in frustration, Sikong Jingqiu's voice came to her ears, "Do you want to eat carrots or not?"
He couldn't believe that Sikong Jingqiu would order for him, because from his office building to this restaurant, his face was always tense and cold.
Haiyue shuddered, raised her head in astonishment, and looked at the person opposite her intently. After several seconds, she came back to her senses, shook her head, and answered intuitively, "No, I don't like it..." [
"Yeah." Sikong Jingqiu nodded slightly, looked back at the menu, quickly clicked on the list a few times with his slender fingers, and handed it to the waiter.
The waiter left with the menu, and the small dining table suddenly fell into silence.
Haiyue looked at the person opposite who was flipping through the magazine as if nothing had happened. She sighed deeply for several times before speaking tremblingly, "That... yes, I'm sorry..."
Sikong Jingqiu looked up from the magazine and glanced at her coolly, with no expression on his face, "What have you done to apologize to me?"
What happened in Yunyan's rented house suddenly jumped out of the depths of her mind. Haiyue's chest froze, her face turned as white as snow, and her lips trembled uncontrollably, "No, no... what I said is,
Just now..."
"When you go back, ask Butler Li to teach you etiquette. Grandma must learn it before she comes back." Sikong Jingqiu endured the uncomfortable feeling in his chest and said, moving his eyes away from her face and looking at the magazine again, appearing calm on the surface.
, the knuckles holding the magazine turned white, but it revealed that he was in a state of rage inside.
"Yes." Haiyue lowered her head like a submissive little daughter-in-law.
Sikong Jingqiu raised his head and glanced at her, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly and said, "Can I eat people?"
"Ah?" Haiyue didn't know why Sikong Jingqiu said this suddenly. She raised her head and looked at him, then immediately lowered her head again.
"We have been married for four months, right?" Sikong Jingqiu closed the magazine and put it aside.
"Uh... um." Haiyue responded without any idea. In fact, she couldn't remember when she and Sikong Jingqiu got married. Perhaps it should be said that she didn't want to think about it at all, and was resisting them subconsciously.