She was so frightened that she coughed and almost choked. She hurriedly drank a large mouthful of water, her face turned red. Wang Donglin suppressed his laughter, and finally walked over with a straight face, saying calmly: "You didn't even call me when you were eating, but you secretly ate first, choking."
Are you okay? Miss, if you want to be upright and upright, are you so sneaky? I won't blame you, really."
She took another swig of water and almost choked again.
Can this guy stop being so mean with his mouth?
He picked up the bowl angrily and started eating, ignoring him again.
Wang Donglin then picked up the bowl, and saw that there was a pot of bamboo leaf green brewing next to it, with a light and lingering fragrance.
She actually still remembered her own habits: every time she needed to ask for something, she would always cook a few side dishes and make a pot of bamboo leaves.
He was flattered: "Xixi, you made it specially for me?"
She rolled her eyes secretly, "Don't I know how to drink it myself?"
But he said dullly: "You will provide the food, I will provide the tea, and we will be together."
Wang Donglin laughed loudly, picked up a piece of fried pork ribs and put it in her bowl: "Okay, okay, aa, just aa, eat more."
I really can't stand it anymore - why are you acting so affectionately?
Do I know you that well?
However, Yan Xixi couldn't tell: She must be so familiar with the "foot-picking man". But it was Wang Donglin who picked up the food, which was too weird.
It was the strangest meal the two of them had ever had in their lives. They didn't say much to each other. There was no sound at the dinner table. When they accidentally made eye contact, she quickly moved away, panicking and her face flushed.
But he observed her with great interest and kept staring at her.
What he likes most is watching her eat. She always eats with relish, as if she doesn't know how delicious the food is. Moreover, she never wastes it, and her posture is elegant, neither too fast nor too slow.
Deep down in my heart, I was finally relieved.
After being apart for a long time, we finally ate at the same table.
There is an essential difference from that time during the Chinese New Year: when you forced her to be with you, she resisted in every possible way; on the contrary, this time, she was in a hurry and at a loss. She just lowered her head to eat, her face was rosy, and she didn't know what was going on in her heart.
What……
It's good to have a red face - it's good to have a red face.
It's better than the cold look before, right?
In the past, she had no expression at all.
It doesn't take long to eat a meal, but it changes my mind thousands of times.
Yan Xixi has been feeling uneasy: After dinner, this guy should go back, right?
Isn’t it just a waste of time? There’s no reason to eat without leaving, right?
However, after eating, after she had tidied up and washed the dishes, Wang Donglin was still sitting in the living room with his presence.
The Bamboo Leaf Green was replaced with Pu'er, and it still has a light tea fragrance.
He poured himself a drink, sat on the sofa and looked at the layout and decoration of the whole room very comfortably, and even walked around the bedroom and study with a tea cup, looking everywhere.
Yan Xixi secretly muttered: This guy is so ignorant and no one invited him, he actually walked around in a woman's boudoir on his own initiative. Is this appropriate? However, when he thought that Wang Donglin bought this house in disguise, he became short of hero.
:That’s all, he can look wherever he wants. Who is the financial backer behind the scenes?
Wang Donglin deliberately stopped at the bedside table and study room for a while, and suddenly he smiled: That's great! There is no trace of Huang Xiaojue in this room - no photos, group photos, or single photos.
