My attitude must be very bad, because everyone else looked at me with weird expressions.
It seems that what I said was not "I'm full", but "I'll kill you", or "not suitable for children".
It may also be that I am ill and cannot express my ideas with words.
I raised my head and looked directly at the opposite side. Yin Yijie was surrounded by beautiful women. He was indeed more energetic than before and was eating deliciously.
A big-bodied lady was feeding him elbow meat, her movements were gentle, her voice was charming, she was so close, and her body smelled so good [
I stood up and the movement was quite loud. The chair hit something but did not fall down.
I'm ready to go
The manager of "Ms. Zhuang" came over very rudely, bowed and persuaded, "There are still a few snacks, I haven't tried them yet."
I am very angry and don't want to deal with others.
"Ke'er" Yin Yijie's seat was close to the door. When I passed by, he grabbed me.
I stood there, stiff, with a sullen face, and punched the ground
"Okay, what's wrong?" Yin Yijie pulled me to him, nodded my nose, and asked gently.
"I'm full." I replied stiffly, not wanting to pay attention to him. At the moment, I just didn't like him, so I didn't look at him.
Yin Yijie shook his head and laughed, and said softly: "I don't want them anymore. Let's eat by ourselves, okay?"
With an elegant wave of his hand, several people retreated.
He gently moved his hand, letting me lean half on his shoulder. He frowned and let out an inaudible breath.
Damn! His back was injured, and he even moved his hands and feet.
But I didn't dare to move my body. This ancestor is my iron rice bowl, the food and clothing for my parents, and I can't afford to offend him.
Yin Yijie moved carefully, raised his left hand, asked for a sip of soup, reluctantly raised it, fed me a drink, and said with a smile: "This is bee milk, it can beautify the skin, try some."
I looked down and frowned, looking at his always chic and neat posture, but it didn't look right to me today.
He hurriedly opened his mouth to drink and asked him: "Are you doing it? Your back will hurt and you will touch the wound?"
Yin Yijie smiled, looked at me, closed his eyes and thought about it for a long time, then raised his head and looked at me and said, "A little, but it doesn't matter."
All free hand-written novels are available in guli