Feng Weihuan had not yet recovered from Nan Ming's words, and was shocked by this scene again.
This...hey, don’t leave! Let’s talk——
As soon as she rushed over, there was a "click" outside the door and it was locked again.
Nan Ming's face looked very ugly.
Damn it! What kind of food should be given at this critical moment! Can this woman Kang Chuwu understand the situation?!
Feng Weihuan shouted a few times, but when no one paid attention to her, she had to turn back.
Nan Ming's face has returned to its usual gentleness: "Since the food has been delivered, let's eat it first."
"Oh." Feng Weihuan glanced at him secretly and sat obediently at the table.
Nan Ming laid out the dishes and handed the chopsticks to Feng Weihuan's hand: "Let's eat."
Feng Weihuan, who had been in a daze, suddenly realized that she was just like at home, sitting on the edge of the chair without making a move and letting Nanming wait for her to eat, and her face turned red.
She whispered: "Thank you."
He took the chopsticks and hurriedly immersed himself in eating.
"You're welcome." Nan Ming said calmly.
In such a short time, it is naturally impossible to make big dishes such as braised pig's trotters, steamed lion's head, fish and mutton, but there are vegetables, meat, and a few snacks, which is already VIP-level treatment.
Feng Weihuan had been hungry for a long time and was very satisfied after eating.
Nan Ming twirled his chopsticks slowly, feeling gloomy: He had already said this, but his princess was calm and looked at the food more enthusiastically than him, shouldn't she?
"Eat quickly, the food will taste worse when it's cold." Feng Weihuan lowered his head and warned.
Nanming's gloomy heart immediately became clear.
It turns out that his princess is shy.
Immediately, he moved his chopsticks much faster.
After eating seven to eight cents full, Feng Weihuan took the tea and rinsed her mouth. She couldn't help but wonder: the person who kidnapped her was really rich and caring, and even the tea was from Biluochun.
There's just something not quite right.
Um - my arms are a little itchy.
She used her other hand to scratch. Unexpectedly, after just a few scratches, her back and neck started to itch.
"What's wrong?" Nan Ming's expression changed.
"Itchy..." Feng Weihuan turned sideways and rolled up his sleeves, only to see patches of red appear on his originally fair arms.
She was shocked, and her eyes fell on the food: "Is it poisonous?"
She is not allergic and will not get red rash for no reason!
The mother-in-law is right. You really can't eat anything outside. Will she die? Feng Weihuan was confused and wanted to cry but had no tears.
Nan Ming was so anxious that he didn't care about the difference between men and women, so he came over and pulled Feng Weihuan's arm to look at it.
This... doesn't seem like poisoning either.
"Mr. Nan, if I die, you must live on. You tell my father, the queen, and my concubine to avenge me." Feng Weihuan's rich imagination came into play at this time.
"Nonsense, you will not die if anyone dies." Nan Ming looked solemn.
The chaotic thoughts in Feng Weihuan's mind suddenly stopped and he looked at Nan Ming blankly: Did she hear it right? Mr. Nan just said something harsh.
Mr. Nan would still say such serious words?
When Nan Ming raised his head, he met Feng Weihuan's misty eyes, and his pitiful look made him feel heartbroken.
"We haven't gotten married yet, and I won't let you die." He softened his tone.
Feng Weihuan's eyes became more complicated: Getting married? What kind of marriage? When did they get married?
But the next moment, she had no time to think about this, because not only her back, but also her chest became itchy.
She gritted her teeth and said, "You - turn your back."
