Xi Mingli was working seriously at first, but when he heard her calling him, he looked at her, and then quickly lowered his head.
"Why did you buy me breakfast?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
They were no longer children, and Zhuo Jian quickly determined his thoughts.
"I want to buy it for you."
He brought one portion of the porridge to her, opened the other portion on his side, and then went inside to find a spoon on the cooking side.
Zhuo Jian looked at her share of porridge. Until he came back, she still looked at him with determination, "Don't like me."
This sentence is too decisive.
Yu Mingli was deeply troubled by her few words. He glanced at her, then lowered his head guiltily, "Yeah."
Zhuo Jian heard that he agreed, but she felt unhappy, "You really don't like me. What's the point of liking a married woman? She also gave birth to four children."
"..."
"Don't think that I'm trying to resist you in return. You may think that my appearance is okay, but in fact, my figure has long been ugly. You have a good family and yourself, so there is no need to get entangled with someone like me."
"Don't make yourself look so bad just to reject me."
The only thing that made Yu Mingli unhappy was that she humiliated herself so much.
Zhuo Jian was almost stunned by what he said, but she quickly came to her senses, "Even if you don't care about this, I won't like you."
"I know."
"..."
He didn't talk much, but he made Zhuo Jian uncomfortable.
And this is not his temperament, what he is like, he revealed it the day they first met.
But now, he looks a little strange.
"Eat first, cold porridge hurts your stomach, and these steamed dumplings, well, your steamed dumplings from the north are really unpalatable."
"..."
As he spoke, he stuffed a whole xiaolongbao into his mouth and chewed it leisurely.
When Zhuo Jian looked at him, he smiled. After eating, he urged her, "Why don't you eat and see what I do?"
Zhuo Jian murmured in his heart, could it be that he had misunderstood?
He doesn't like himself?
Then why did he buy her breakfast?
Zhuo Jian took a sip of porridge and accidentally saw the ring on her finger...
Well, I threw it at him again last night when I was angry.
Suddenly I couldn't eat anymore. I had a headache and raised my hand to rub my forehead hard.
Only then did Yu Mingli look at her again, his eyes particularly calm.
"Zhuo Jian, have I told you that half of my stomach was cut off?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian raised his head and looked at him in surprise.
"After my mother left, I was in a bad mood and couldn't eat or sleep well. Within a year, I was taken to the hospital and when I woke up, only half of my stomach was left."
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt that the things he said before were miserable enough, but she didn't expect that there would be something worse.
"Later on, I felt so embarrassed that people couldn't eat. It was really uncomfortable after cutting off half of the stomach. It hurt sometimes."
"I eat, I just eat."
Zhuo Jian's voice suddenly lacked confidence.
It's not that she didn't know how the stomach problem would develop. Her mother had suffered from gastric cancer, and now that he was talking to her like this, she didn't dare to stop eating.
But while she was eating, his words just now echoed in her mind.
What's wrong with him after his mother left?
Xi Mingli smiled when he saw that she was finally willing to eat. He admired his intelligence a little and felt that he should go into filming, and he would definitely become a god in one of his films.
After breakfast, the two of them went out together. Zhuo Jian didn't want to go with him, so he asked, "How about you leave first?"
Zhuo Jian asked him, "What about you?"
"I have a cigarette."
He said, then took a step back and entered the building again.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and replied shortly after: "Okay, but smoking is not allowed in the building."