After the premiere of "Dayin Dynasty", the promotion work of the TV series also came to an end. Su Wanqing finally got some free time and was able to take a good rest.
I slept until eleven o'clock at noon.
She scratched her head, rubbed her sleepy eyes, drank a glass of warm water, and then burped rather inconspicuously.
It's so comfortable.
After briefly freshening up, Su Wanqing went downstairs to find something to eat, but unexpectedly found Luo Xichen sitting on the sofa.
He kept staring at her, as if waiting for her.
Su Wanqing pursed her lips and said with a complicated mood: "What are you doing here?"
She knew that he would not come back to this home unless absolutely necessary.
"The banquet will start at twelve o'clock. Wan Qing, please tidy up and let's go to the hotel." Luo Xichen stood up and walked to the kitchen, "I've heated up some breakfast for you. You are motion sick and can't have an empty stomach. Eat something first to cushion your stomach."
Su Wanqing frowned and watched him diligently bring bread, milk, porridge and pickles to her. She remembered that he couldn't cook.
Looking away, he fell on Luo Xichen's right hand, which was wrapped with three band-aids, and his left hand with two band-aids. Su Wanqing lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks, and took a few bites.
"I won't go. You go tell your wife and mother-in-law that I'm not feeling well." Su Wanqing took a sip of the porridge. It was a bit astringent and contained too much cocoon. She lowered her head and drank a few more sips.
Luo Xichen was silent for a while, tilting his head to watch her eat, and only said one sentence.
"Wan Qing, when you're done eating, get ready. I'll wait for you."
Su Wanqing stopped drinking the porridge. She suddenly felt that the porridge was very unpleasant, so unpleasant that it was difficult to swallow.
"I told you I won't go!" She became angry, "Who wants to go to your banquet? You and Mechelle can get married whenever you like, and have children whenever you like. Why do you have to do this?
Pull me!"
Luo Xichen picked up the wet wipes on the table and stretched out his hand to wipe the remaining rice grains around Su Wanqing's mouth.
He had no retort, no anger, no shame, even the action of wiping was so natural.
Su Wanqing was stunned. Her anger was like a fist in a pile of cotton, leaving nothing behind.
"Wan Qing, believe me." Luo Xichen's tone was very soft and gentle, like comforting a child.
Su Wanqing was hurt by those sincere, innocent, and silently enduring ice-blue eyes, and her heart ached.
"Have you eaten? Come on, let's go." He stretched out his hand, helped her up, and helped her pick up the commonly used handbag that was placed in the living room.
She finally got into his car and went to the banquet.
Su Wanqing and Luo Xichen were the last to arrive. After everyone arrived, the food began to be served, and everyone chatted while eating.
Mechelle's mother is a very interesting woman. She is well-dressed and very noble. It can be seen that she was also a beauty when she was young.
"Mechelle is pregnant, which is a good thing. They have been engaged for nearly eight years, and now they can discuss marriage." Mechelle's mother was the first to bring it up, "They are considered to be getting married, and the wedding date should be set.
"
Luo Mingxuan and Su Jiuge began to join the discussion and put forward their opinions from time to time.
At this time, Luo Xichen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said something.
"I will not marry Mechelle. You don't have to bother discussing it." After the premiere of "The Great Yin Dynasty", the promotion work of the TV series also came to an end. Su Wanqing finally got some free time and was able to take a good rest.
I slept until eleven o'clock at noon.
She scratched her head, rubbed her sleepy eyes, drank a glass of warm water, and then burped rather inconspicuously.
It's so comfortable.
After briefly freshening up, Su Wanqing went downstairs to find something to eat, but unexpectedly found Luo Xichen sitting on the sofa.
He kept staring at her, as if waiting for her.
Su Wanqing pursed her lips and said with a complicated mood: "What are you doing here?"
She knew that he would not come back to this home unless absolutely necessary.
"The banquet will start at twelve o'clock. Wan Qing, please tidy up and let's go to the hotel." Luo Xichen stood up and walked to the kitchen, "I've heated up some breakfast for you. You are motion sick and can't have an empty stomach. Eat something first to cushion your stomach."
Su Wanqing frowned and watched him diligently bring bread, milk, porridge and pickles to her. She remembered that he couldn't cook.
Looking away, he fell on Luo Xichen's right hand, which was wrapped with three band-aids, and his left hand with two band-aids. Su Wanqing lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks, and took a few bites.
"I won't go. You go tell your wife and mother-in-law that I'm not feeling well." Su Wanqing took a sip of the porridge. It was a bit astringent and contained too much cocoon. She lowered her head and drank a few more sips.
Luo Xichen was silent for a while, tilting his head to watch her eat, and only said one sentence.
"Wan Qing, when you're done eating, get ready. I'll wait for you."
Su Wanqing stopped drinking the porridge. She suddenly felt that the porridge was very unpleasant, so unpleasant that it was difficult to swallow.
"I told you I won't go!" She became angry, "Who wants to go to your banquet? You and Mechelle can get married whenever you like, and have children whenever you like. Why do you have to do this?
Pull me!"
Luo Xichen picked up the wet wipes on the table and stretched out his hand to wipe the remaining rice grains around Su Wanqing's mouth.
He had no retort, no anger, no shame, even the action of wiping was so natural.
Su Wanqing was stunned. Her anger was like a fist in a pile of cotton, leaving nothing behind.
"Wan Qing, believe me." Luo Xichen's tone was very soft and gentle, like comforting a child.
Su Wanqing was hurt by those sincere, innocent, and silently enduring ice-blue eyes, and her heart ached.
"Have you eaten? Come on, let's go." He stretched out his hand, helped her up, and helped her pick up the commonly used handbag that was placed in the living room.
She finally got into his car and went to the banquet.
Su Wanqing and Luo Xichen were the last to arrive. After everyone arrived, the food began to be served, and everyone chatted while eating.
Mechelle's mother is a very interesting woman. She is well-dressed and very noble. It can be seen that she was also a beauty when she was young.
"Mechelle is pregnant, which is a good thing. They have been engaged for nearly eight years, and now they can discuss marriage." Mechelle's mother was the first to bring it up, "They are considered to be getting married, and the wedding date should be set.
"
Luo Mingxuan and Su Jiuge began to join the discussion and put forward their opinions from time to time.
At this time, Luo Xichen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said something.
"I will not marry Mechelle. You don't need to bother discussing it."