Chapter 754

Shi Sheng's personality is typically soft rather than hard. Besides, there is still such a deep barrier between them. She doesn't know how big Ji Yunan's heart is. She can't see that she doesn't want to talk to him or even see him now.

The way he looks now is boring to Shisheng.

"I don't need you to care whether I eat or not."

Ji Yunan didn't respond, and the hand she held was still tough.

……

At the door of the villa, Ji Yunan releases her hand and brushes her fingerprints.

As soon as the door opened, Sheng shoes didn't change their path and went straight to the second floor!

Ji Yunan's aura became fierce. He stepped in a few steps, grabbed her wrist and took it to the restaurant. He told Emily, who was stunned at the side, "take the food out, you go down first."

In this case, blind people can see that they are fighting. Emily hurried into the kitchen, put the warm food on the table, put it on the table, and then walked out quietly.

The big living room quieted down.

When the man released Sheng, he opened the dining stool and said, "sit down and eat by yourself, or shall I feed you?"

Shi Sheng stepped back a few steps after he let go, opened the distance between them, looked at his eyes with undisguised ridicule and sarcasm, "I said, I don't eat, are you so forced interesting?"

Ji Yunan maintained the posture of holding the stool with both arms and leaning slightly. He lifted his eyes and looked at her. His thin lips drew a curve and wantonly said, "it seems that you don't want to eat by yourself."

The appearance of the man's squinting eyes looks very dangerous. The air of Senran makes Shisheng turn around and go without hesitation.

Just a few steps out, he was grabbed by the man and pulled back to the dining table.

Ji Yunan sits down, embraces Shi Shisheng's waist and holds her firmly on his leg. His arms stretch out from behind and holds up the soup bowl on the table. With the other hand, he scoops up the soup and feeds it to her mouth. "It's up to you to make any noise after eating. Now eat first."

"I don't want to eat. I have no appetite."

"Then force it in."

Ji Yunan looked at her pale face with long black hair. She felt obvious pain at the top of her heart, and even couldn't bear to force her.

He looked away.

He can tolerate her quarreling with himself and losing his temper. He can't help her not eating. "Or I'll feed you in another way?"

When he said "another way," Shisheng understood.

She sat on his lap, two people close airtight, his body reaction she felt very clear.

When the pupil Mou of Sheng shrinks tight, the nerve in the brain seems to be pulled off abruptly by the person, painful she can't help but want to hold the head.

"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, I have no appetite," she screamed

Give me a push.

Ji Yunan's soup bowl was pushed upright, rolled twice on the dining table and fell to the ground.

Inside the soup spilled a table, Ji Yunan's hand and when Sheng body also inevitably stained with some.

Soup is done early, has been on the pot warm, at this time the temperature is just right, not hot.

After the harsh sound of breaking, the living room was completely quiet.

Shi Sheng feels that the man holding her behind her has been tense since she fell the bowl. Every muscle and pore of her body radiates obvious anger and is extremely cold.

The two of them are in a stalemate.

Half ring, the man opened his mouth, not angry, and asked with a smile: "out of breath? Are you in a good mood? Then eat well. "

He reached for Shi Sheng and said, "I have a bad temper. You are very capable of consuming all my patience. This is the last chance. If you don't eat well, or we will do something else to make you hungry, want to eat, have an appetite and eat again."

He put the soup in front of Shisheng. This time, he didn't mean to feed her.

When Sheng back to him, frown, probably is angry reason, breathing some shortness of breath!

Ji Yunan waited for her patiently for a minute, "if you don't want to eat it, don't eat it."

He around her waist posture to hold her up, when Sheng pursed his lips, picked up the spoon action mechanical soup.

Corn and sparerib soup.

In the past, what my mother liked to do most in China was seldom drunk when she came to the United States. The food of Yachao was very expensive, and Americans didn't drink it. They had to go to Chinese restaurants to eat it, so she thought it was troublesome and seldom ate it.

Now drink in the mouth, like chewing wax general, tasteless.

When Sheng quietly buried his head to drink soup, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were more and more red.

A drop of tears fell into the bowl, gradually more and more, and then mixed with the soup to be eaten by her.