Jingchuan lowered his eyes and felt that the young master seemed to be enduring hardship by following him.
No, it's not like, it's...
Just suffering.
If I leave the Shen family, what can I bring to the young master, a roadside stall...
Igawa clenched his fists: Is it just a roadside stall? How can the young master eat those? Even if the young master doesn't mind, what about him? Can he let the young master be with him in such a wronged way?
The only time they went home, there was no communication. If the disguise hadn't been visible to others for the time being, Igawa even felt that the young master would not allow him to hug him when he got into the car.
Master, he seems angry.
When he got home, Shen Jue really didn't want to eat. He looked cold and wilted. He lay on the couch and clutched a book to the point where he was about to tear it apart.
There was a slight sound, and the door opened. Igawa brought nutritious black-bone chicken soup.
Just by smelling the smell, Shen Jiu felt extremely hungry, but...he refused. After turning a page of the book, the particularly hungry person murmured: "I told you not to eat."
Jingchuan sat aside and took a ladle of soup. It was thick, white and sweet: "Master, take a sip. This soup smells delicious."
Shen Yu took a look at the soup and felt that there was a possibility that she would not be able to refuse Igawa's food. So she simply put down the book decisively, lay down on the bed, and turned her back to Igawa.
"Master..." The man was slightly surprised.
It doesn't matter, just walk to the other side of the young master. But before Igawa could say anything, the young master covered himself with a quilt.
The young master's temper was very obvious and he said: "Don't drink it. Don't drink it, it doesn't taste good."
The man finally said in a helpless voice: "Master, you haven't drank yet."
"I didn't drink, and it doesn't mean I don't like it." Shen Jun just grabbed his quilt tightly, making it impossible for anyone who tried to lift his quilt to lift it.
Igawa waited for a while and put down the soup bowl.
Shen Xun saw Igawa's move through the gap in the quilt and thought that Igawa was going out. He planned to smell the soup again so that he could endure it longer. If he could endure it tonight, he would win over Igawa.
After all, he is still young. He cannot completely hide the childishness and innocence of the original owner.
The man did not leave, but looked at him quietly.
Therefore, Shen Zui, who lifted up the quilt and half stood up, was extremely embarrassed, very embarrassed. Silently, he was about to lie back down again.
The man gently leaned down and held the young master in his arms. He touched the young master's forehead and looked at each other.
Igawa's soft voice said: "The young master is angry."
What he said was an affirmative sentence, not a question. He knew Shen Zui's emotions. However, he didn't quite understand why the young master was so stubborn about not eating.
Shen Jiu put her fingertips against Jingchuan's chest, trying to poke him open, but it was just an attempt, so she couldn't.
"Let go, I'll tell you, otherwise, I... you... you, anyway, let go." Shen Zui, who wanted to threaten others, was incoherent and didn't know what to say.
One thing I can say is that Igawa's arms are so warm. I don't want to quarrel anymore, I want to hug him. I want to curl up in Lao Gong's arms and drink chicken soup. No, no, no, I can drink anything.
However, Shen Jun still couldn't accept that Jingchuan didn't listen to her and even disagreed with her eating wontons.
I'm so annoyed that I can't even eat wontons. Ikawa...
Just hate it.
Push away, hard.
Shen Jue glared at him and said, "Go away, I'll be hungry when I see you."
For a moment, Shen Jun felt that his mind was probably broken.
What shameful remarks you made, you should obviously be angry now.