He really didn't expect that this person could be so cruel. She stabbed him, but she ate and drank in front of him, completely ignoring him, who was already half disabled.
Mo Ye's eyes were so sad that Zhou Mujin noticed it even from a distance.
She raised her head and met the man's gloomy gaze. She couldn't understand it for a moment: "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
Mo Ye looked away when she looked over: "It's nothing."
Zhou Mujin tilted his head, confused as to why this person suddenly became strange.
She said "oh" and turned around to continue eating.
Then she really did as she said, no matter what Mo Ye was like, she started eating by herself.
Her appetite hasn't been very good recently, but the food here is surprisingly delicious. Maybe it's because Mo Ye lives here, so even the chefs are hired from five-star hotels.
Zhou Mujin couldn't help but find it a little funny. Is this considered to be in Mo Ye's favor?
She originally thought that the two of them should never interact with each other until they die, but now not only is there nothing going on, but Mo Ye is also indulging herself in every possible way. If this situation continues to develop, Zhou Mujin doesn't know the ending of this story or what will happen to it.
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She ate her meal without a bite, but after eating halfway through, she still felt a little strange. She raised her head in confusion and met Mo Ye's complicated gaze.
This time Zhou Mujin couldn't move her chopsticks. She asked curiously: "What happened?"
"Mo Ye didn't say anything." He picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of rice. After finishing it, he raised his chin to her: "It's nothing, you can eat."
Zhou Mujin frowned, looked at the white rice porridge in front of him, and then looked at the feast on his table that was comparable to a Manchu banquet, and suddenly he understood the young master's arrogant thoughts.
She chuckled softly and said, "You can't eat greasy food yet. Just bear with it for now. You'll probably be able to eat it when the wound heals."
Mo Ye sneered in his heart. It sounded nice, but he didn't want to think about who he was injured because of.
If Zhou Mujin had some conscience, shouldn't she eat millet porridge with him at this time?
But the truth of the matter is that it is impossible for Zhou Mujin to accompany him to eat white rice porridge. She has no appetite to begin with. If she eats white rice porridge, she probably won't be able to take a few bites of a meal. Mo Ye also knows this truth, so he doesn't
Force her.
Just when he is eating, can he think about himself as an injured person?
At least take some time to feed him. Don’t you see that he is struggling to dig out a mouthful of food?
Zhou Mujin really didn't see it. She didn't realize the problem until she was almost finished eating: "How about I feed you."
He saw that the food in front of Mo Ye was almost untouched.
After Mo Ye heard this, a trace of relief finally appeared on his face, and he looked at Zhou Mujin without saying anything.
Zhou Mujin walked over in a spiritual way, took the spoon, took a mouthful of rice and handed it to his mouth. Mo Ye opened his mouth and ate it, then frowned again.
This meal was really tasteless. It was probably the worst meal he had ever eaten in his life today.
Zhou Mujin mixed the vegetable juice into it and said: