Chapter 587

Looking at the table full of delicious food, Ning Lan had no appetite at all, although her stomach was empty, although her hungry body was weak and even trembled.

Hanming looked helplessly at Ning Lan, who was standing and staring at him, and somewhat discouraged to cool the ice below. Maybe she was his doomed nemesis. If the pictures in his mind belonged to him, the women in those pictures in his mind were her previous lives. They were destined to be entangled for life and death, which Hanming hoped, It is also the most suitable explanation he thought of... Where does such a lean man come from to fight against him everywhere?

Is he so disgusting and disdainful to her in her heart?

"You are my princess. Can't you obediently accompany me to have a meal? Is it so difficult for you to have a quiet meal with me?"

A stubborn face, his eyes hit the dark with sadness, gradually softened, remained silent for a while, walked to the chair, sat down, picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and bowed his head to eat the dishes that Hanming had put in her bowl. Unable to explain why, she could not refuse his sad eyes with longing.

Watching Ning Lan sit down, pick up chopsticks and eat, Han Ming's mood is much better unconsciously. Looking at Ning Lan who is as quiet as autumn water after unloading, Han Ming is a little distracted, and his heart is surprisingly peaceful.

A long time ago, I can't remember how long it was. At that time, his father was still alive, and his mother and concubine. The three of them sat on a table for dinner. At that time, they always felt that all the dishes on the table were delicious. Although his mother and concubine sat next to each other and talked little, those memories were beautiful... But I don't know when to start, He lost that feeling and couldn't eat it any more... At the moment, looking at Ning Lan eating quietly, that feeling seemed to come back

Hanming couldn't help but put a dish he usually liked to eat in ninglan's bowl and said faintly: "when my father was alive, he liked this dish best. He always prepared it for meals. At that time, I didn't understand why my father liked this dish alone... Later, just before my father died, I knew why my father liked this dish..." Han Ming said. He stopped here and landed on the dishes of Luan Feng and Ming. His eyes gradually softened with his thoughts.