In fact, according to Leng junao's meaning, she still wants to hold each other for dinner, but Zhao Wanxi doesn't agree.
Enjoy the gorgeous Princess hug, even if you don't have to go one step, you still have to hold it. How can you eat this meal?
With Zhao Wanxi's insistence, she and Leng junao share a stool, thinking that this man can finally stop, but she is still too simple.
After such a delay, the prepared meal has naturally cooled a lot.
But fortunately, I can barely eat it.
Leng junao didn't bother to let people get hot any more. Instead, he chose some cool dishes to eat, and even put them into Zhao Wanxi's bowl.
By the way, she served a bowl of warm white porridge, and without moving her mouth, she served her little lady.
Basically, Zhao Wanxi took a bite, and he gave it to her, smiling at the corners of her mouth.
Maybe he enjoyed it himself, but how could others bear it.
Even though she was an old husband and wife, Zhao Wanxi still felt a little uneasy.
In particular, Leng junao was obsessed with her chewing food. What's the ghost?
Inexplicable abnormal visual sense.
I can't stand it. She almost fell the chopsticks.
"What's the matter with you? Do you want people to have a good meal? "
My little lady is angry, and she stares at me with white eyes, just like a hairy cat.
Looking at Leng Jun's itching heart, she could hardly suppress the impulse to reach out and tease her.
Just think about it, for fear that it really made her angry, and reluctantly gave up the idea.
Restrain the corner of the mouth to want to expand the smile, very hard to make a serious appearance.
"No problem. I'll be full if I watch Xi'er eat."
"Why?"
Why did this man suddenly speak so well?
Could it be that she accidentally touched some provocative mechanism?
Hanging from the corner of her eyes, Zhao Wanxi looked at it with a rest, thinking that she would continue to tease, but before she opened her mouth, she saw Leng junao's hand stretched out.
Also way is this person want to repeat the old trick, she busily stabilize their body, lest once again be fished in the past, even food can't eat well.
Unexpectedly, Leng Jun's hand did not reach her waist, but stopped in front of her eyes.
Then, in her puzzled eyes, she unfolded an index finger and gently touched the corner of her mouth.
When he took it back again, his fingertips turned white and turned out to be a grain of white rice.
Zhao Wanxi
Nani?
Is she rough like this?
Can you stick rice grains on your mouth?
He was so embarrassed that he quickly covered his mouth and fumbled.
It's clean. It's not as bad as she thought.
In this stall, Leng junao, who retracts his hand, puts the grain of rice from the corner of her mouth into his mouth.
Did you eat it?
The action is still like that. What's the reason?
Zhao Wanxi
What's the matter with this man? Hello?!
What about hygiene?!
It seems that there is electric current passing rapidly from the back, and there is a kind of crispy and cramped feeling.
Zhao Wanxi was so anxious that she subconsciously thought of Jiao he. Before she spoke, she happened to smile at Leng junao. Her face suddenly turned red.
This man is really