The man's heart moved, and the smile on his face deepened. He looked at her with softened eyes, picked up the bowl on the tray, placed it gently in front of her, and whispered awkwardly: "Eat."
People who work in the underworld have always been bold and meticulous.
It's easy to make him cold and fierce, but it's a little difficult to make him gentle.
This soft murmur of the word "eat it" almost used up the man's best temper in the past three years.
It was a bowl of chicken soup, light and moderate, with a few pieces of chicken and mushrooms exposed on the surface of the soup.
In the morning, he asked his servant to make soup for her to replenish her health.
This woman has clearly imitated others to lose weight and is much thinner than she was three years ago.
He doesn't like thin women, he likes women with a little flesh, so they feel comfortable to the touch.
Lin Qianqian was stunned for a moment, looking at the chicken soup, and then raised her eyes to look at the man standing next to her at some point.
Looking from the bottom up, because he was too tall and strong, she could only see his strong and beautiful chin, and his face was too gloomy and cold, making it appear unpredictable.
She lowered her head and looked at the chicken soup again. Only then did she realize that this bowl of chicken soup was for her?
Seeing how dazed she was, Yan Mubei couldn't help frowning: "Didn't you say you were hungry? Drink quickly."
As he spoke, he pressed her head until she almost fell into the bowl of chicken soup.
Lin Qianqian: "……."
Yan Yongzhi couldn't see it and slapped her: "You brat, can't you be gentler?" Yan Yongzhi's hand was thrown on the back of Yan Mubei's hand, causing the man to grin in pain: "Who is not gentle now?"
Is there such a thing as her as a mother?
He beat his own son at every turn.
"You're talking back, aren't you?" Yan Yongzhi stood up, put her hands on her hips, and stared at her son as fiercely as an old hen.
Yan Mubei dared not speak out when he was angry, but resisted with his eyes.
Lin Qianqian watched the interaction between the two mother and son, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
Damn, why didn't she think of that?
The person Yan Mubei fears the most is his mother, Yan Yongzhi.
As long as she helps Yan Yongzhi, it's not impossible to get out of here.
It had been two days, and she had to go see Shangguan Zhixuan's injury and contact her family so that they wouldn't worry about her.
Lin Qianqian lowered her head and drank the soup obediently, thinking about the next plan in her mind.
The two mother and son looked at each other with big eyes open until the housekeeper came in with the servants and served their lunch dishes one by one.
Apart from being very 'rude' to her son, Yan Yongzhi is generally an elegant and beautiful woman.
When eating, she adhered to the international etiquette of eating without speaking, her movements were elegant and moving, and she ate in an orderly and silent manner.
Lin Qianqian naturally did not talk nonsense to the scumbag, and ate equally elegantly.
Only Yan Mubei deliberately made a fuss over the dishes and chopsticks to protest against his mother's hypocrisy.
In the end, Miss Yan was beaten violently.
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After the meal, Lin Qianqian took the initiative to sit next to Yan Yongzhi and gave her fresh strawberries with a small fork: "Sister Zhi, eat strawberries, they are very sweet."
"Okay, okay." Yan Yongzhi took it and took a bite. It was indeed sweet and juicy, and she was in a good mood: "Xiao Qian, what do you think about what I just told you?"
"What about that? I will think about it slowly." Lin Qianqian didn't know what she just said, her face changed, her sly eyes turned, and she said: "Sister Zhi, looking at it so close, I think your skin is very good.
What kind of skin care products do you use? Why does your skin look so good? It looks like an 18-year-old girl, it’s so hydrated.”
In order to make Yan Yongzhi happy, Lin Qianqian deliberately spoke in an extremely exaggerated tone.