Do you want to follow Zheng Keryun's words, agree to his request, and come over to see you "occasionally"?
Xia Ruoqi bit her lip.
However, she didn't want to see Zheng Keyun again, let alone be involved in that kind of situation that made people almost breathless...
It was not easy for her to get out of that suffocating marriage...
"Still..." Xia Ruoqi's eyes flashed slightly, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by Zheng Keyun's mouth.[
"Since we want to be friends, do you mind if I stay for a meal?" Zheng Keryun asked.
Stay for dinner...
Xia Ruoqi was speechless, not knowing what to do.
Does Zheng Keryun really don’t understand, or is he pretending not to understand?
For couples who have divorced, and the reason for the divorce is not happy, eating together is such a luxury request.
She didn't want to see Zheng Keryun at all.
At least for now, I don't want to until I feel completely unresponsive.
However, Zheng Keryun made such a request so easily——
Why did Zheng Keryun suddenly come here today? Why did he ask himself to be ordinary friends? Even when he showed that he was not welcome, he insisted on staying for dinner?
What happened to Zheng Keryun?
Xia Ruoqi stared blankly at the things on the table. After several seconds, she came back to her senses and smiled awkwardly.
"If you don't mind...just stay for dinner." Zheng Keyun had already spoken. Apart from saying this, Xia Ruoqi didn't know what else she could say——
Although they have signed a divorce, Zheng Keyun is the father of the child in her belly after all, and she cannot really kick him out.
Xia Ruoqi took a deep breath, calmed her inner emotions, and then said with a smile as if nothing had happened, "This is not like your home. There are servants. You have to do everything by yourself, so I can trouble you to help pick these vegetables."
Would you like to order? The food here is not enough for two people, I will go get something more."
"Okay." Zheng Keryun nodded, pulled out his chair, sat down, and started picking vegetables carefully.
Xia Ruoqi glanced at him, turned around, and walked into the kitchen.
Zheng Keryun always kept his head down and picked up the vegetables seriously.
It wasn't until Xia Ruoqi walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and began to prepare the ingredients seriously without paying attention at all, that he raised his head and looked in the direction of the kitchen, his eyes deep and unreadable.