Qin Yaying looked at his contented face, and he wanted to pretend to her, so he could just keep pretending to the end, wouldn't it be okay if she quit?
Before she could say her cruel words, he pulled her into his arms and said, "Yingying, be good, don't make trouble."
His kiss had already attached to her cheek, moved to her mouth, and gently licked her lips, "Don't lose your temper again."
Qin Yaying pushed him away, "How could I lose my temper? I haven't finished speaking yet."
Leng Muchen didn't give her a chance to speak at all. Besides saying that she wanted to leave, what else was she going to say? And he would not let her leave at all.
He finally brought her into his side again, so how could he let her go so easily? Would he be so generous as to let her go back to Fu Zijun?
Don't even think about it, there's not even a door, no! Not even a window!
He hugged her into his arms again, "Wait for you to recover here." His lips bit her sensitive earlobe, making her shiver.
"Well..." His lips covered hers, without giving her a chance to refuse. He sucked her lips hard, twisting and turning wildly and domineeringly, not allowing her to leave even a moment.
"Sir." A voice interrupted the two people who were kissing passionately in the living room.
Qin Yaying was stunned, and when she came back to her senses, she had been intoxicated in his kiss just now. She admitted that his kiss, his lips, and his tongue all carried great charm, making her fall deeply into it, and
His superb kissing skills would make her lose all her sanity unconsciously.
Leng Muchen looked at the servant who didn't know what to do. He was so ignorant.
"Sir, dinner is ready." The servant seemed to realize that she had indeed made a mistake just now. She should not have spoken. She should have pretended not to see it and walked back to the kitchen.
Leng Muchen hugged Qin Yaying and said, "Let's eat first!" Anyway, we can talk about other things after dinner, and whether Qin Yaying has the chance to say it out is also a question.
Qin Yaying's face was stained with a faint blush. She was really embarrassed just now and was seen by a servant. She was afraid that she would be embarrassed in the future.
However, she suddenly threw away the thought from the past. How could there be a future? After this dinner, she would leave here and part ways with him. She must not be involved or involved with him, otherwise, she would be entangled for the rest of her life.
Not sure.
The two of them sat at the dining table. The dinner prepared by the new servant was quite sumptuous, and the taste seemed to be good. This time, Leng Muchen asked A Kang to help him prepare it. In the past, when Ling Yijie was here, he asked
Ajie came to help him with these things.
Qin Yaying was picking up the rice in the bowl with her head down, but she didn't even pick up any vegetables with her chopsticks. She wanted to protest to him.
Leng Muchen didn't mind either. He watched her take big mouthfuls of rice and put it into her mouth. Was she protesting to him? He was simply wronging herself and making herself suffer.
"Are you hungry? Then put in more rice." Leng Muchen's voice was neither high nor low, but Qin Yaying felt angry when she heard it. She choked on her throat after a mouthful of rice and kept coughing.
The servant immediately brought a glass of water, "Miss Qin, please drink some water."
Qin Yaying took a sip of water and finally regained her breath.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Leng Muchen walked to her side and sat down, patting her back.
Fake kindness! He knew how to pretend to be a good person in front of her, but if he hadn't kissed her like this in the living room just now, if he hadn't spoken just now, would she have choked?
A grain of rice can choke a person to death! What's more, she still took such a big gulp. Looking at the ground, the rice grains were choked everywhere on the smooth floor. She was so embarrassed in front of him. She was really embarrassed.
It made her lose face to see others.
"Of course I'm fine. I didn't choke to death. Who told you to talk while eating?" Qin Yaying was so embarrassed anyway, so she couldn't make it easy for him.
Leng Muchen was not angry at all, and immediately nodded and admitted his mistake, "Okay, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have spoken while you were eating, but I was also worried about you. You only eat rice and you still eat so much.
Eating it will hurt your stomach."
He obviously meant well, but she thought she had bad intentions on purpose, and he wasn't angry. Anyway, he now felt that seeing Qin Yaying angry and angry was cuter.
Qin Yaying suddenly stopped talking, how could it be her fault again? She could never compare to him verbally, right?
Leng Muchen put the vegetables into her bowl, "Okay, now eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
Why did his words sound like he was treating her like a starving ghost? Although Qin Yaying was very unconvinced in her heart, she did not talk back to him, because her reply would only give him an advantage, while she would be exploited by him.
One level lower.
Leng Muchen saw that she was eating in small bites, and she didn't need him to help her pick up the vegetables, but could pick them up herself. Then he was happy and at ease, and he would let her slowly compromise with him step by step.
In his eyes, in front of him, there was never a chance for her to escape.
Leng Muchen personally took another small bowl, filled it with chicken soup, and placed it in front of her, "Yingying, drink this bowl of chicken soup too."
Qin Yaying took it silently. Anyway, if she wanted to fight him, at least she had to be strong.
After dinner, the two of them sat in the living room. Leng Muchen sat on the left side of the sofa, while Qin Yaying sat on the far right side of the sofa, farthest away from him. This posture seemed to be that she wanted to have a sexual intercourse.
Just like the Grand Negotiation.
The servant brought the cut fruit plate and immediately returned to the kitchen to clean it up. As an outsider, she could feel this different atmosphere. How could Leng Muchen, the person involved, not feel it?
But he pretended that he couldn't feel it. His legs were naturally crossed in an elegant manner, and he was holding the unfinished newspaper in his hand.
Qin Yaying looked at him and said, "Master Leng, I want to move." She didn't mince words and went straight to the point.
Leng Muchen just hummed softly, unable to hear clearly what he meant or whether he agreed or disagreed.
But in Qin Yaying's opinion, this is not important. She has already said hello, so she has fulfilled her etiquette.
"Didn't you say you have to pay the rent?" Leng Muchen put down the newspaper and saw that she had stood up. Wouldn't this woman be so naive that if she told him that she wanted to move out, would he let her go?
Qin Yaying was stunned, "What do you mean?" She was right to say so, but the prerequisite was that she lived alone, not with him.
"Since you are paying the rent, what are you afraid of?" Leng Muchen looked at her and said calmly.
"I'm not afraid, I just don't want to live with certain people." Qin Yaying thought, she didn't need to say it clearly, someone should be self-aware.
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