She was so absorbed in thinking that she forgot to add salt, and ended up adding spoonful after spoonful.
Dandan quickly stopped her: "Sister Xi'er, isn't it too salty?"
She finally came to her senses, turned off the fire, and suddenly lost her mood.
Dandan noticed that her mood suddenly dropped and asked, "Sister Xi'er, did I say something wrong?"
Xi'er shook her head and smiled bitterly: "No, you didn't say anything wrong. I was just wondering what happened at Brother Minghan's house. I went upstairs to check the email to see what he said." [
Dandan smiled: "Okay, I'll pack the soup, and then you can go to the hospital and have a sweet time with Master Nangong later."
Xi'er frowned and looked at Dandan for a while, then said, "Why should I be sweet with him?"
Her serious expression frightened Dandan, and she asked weakly: "Did I say something wrong again?"
Xi'er smiled bitterly and shook her head: "No, you are not wrong, I was just wrong."
He added: "You can drink this soup. If you don't finish it, throw it away."
Dandan was stunned: "Uh, aren't you going to the hospital?"
Xi'er held her lips, her beautiful face full of self-mockery: "Did I say I would give him something to drink?"
After finishing speaking, he turned around and ran up to the second floor.
Dandan was dumbfounded and said to herself: "I have been busy all morning, so the soup is for me? Sister Xi'er is so kind to me."
Mo Qian'er was carrying heavy painting equipment on her back, and the tall and beautiful man in front of her walked leisurely, completely ignoring the miserable little guy behind her.
She knew he was angry.
She had no idea what the reason was.
Things were fine when they were in Provence. Although she felt hurt when he refused to touch her, she still accepted it calmly.
They are not from the same world.
How could she expect this man who was as beautiful as an angel to like her? He was so outstanding and there must be many women who liked him.
But it was obvious that he had rejected her love, so why was he still awkwardly angry? I don't understand, I really don't understand, it's really hard to guess a man's thoughts.
This is a small town in France that I don’t know the name of. It is a very beautiful town. There are not many cars and most people here walk.
The street was full of handsome blond men and beauties. She got carried away and drew a few portraits of some handsome blond men. Then he suddenly broke out and ignored her.
Alas, handsome man, we are not familiar with the place here, so she will really get lost, okay?[
"Hey, Retsu Narino, stop, I'm very tired, okay?"
She couldn't help but protest.
Cheng Yelie stopped, turned around, and Feng Danyun smiled softly: "Oh? Very tired? But I don't think you are tired at all. How many paintings have you just painted?"
She blurted out: "Three pictures!"
"how do you feel?"
Qian'er likes to draw and has an instinctive love for all beautiful things or people. There are so many handsome guys, so of course I want to draw them and appreciate them.
She felt that Narino Retsu's tone sounded light but full of gunpowder. She wrinkled her nose and answered reluctantly: "I'm very tired. I'm really tired and hungry. How about we go eat?"
He raised his index finger, shook it a few times, and chuckled: "No, you're not tired yet, let's continue... um, take a walk."
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