"Not much." Song Xiangsi took the kettle and poured a cup of water into Xu Jiamu's bowl, stirred it with chopsticks twice, poured the water into the garbage can again, and then put the bowl back in front of Xu Jiamu: "it is estimated that it will not be salty."

Xu Jiamu stares at the "fried sauce noodles" in the bowl, which is even more terrible than it just looked. Although his expression seems very reluctant, he still picks up his chopsticks and starts eating.

Song Xiangsi's lips hook a very light smile, low head, continue to eat their own also feel difficult to swallow fried sauce noodles.

After eating about half a bowl, Xu Jiamu finally put down his chopsticks: "Song Xiangsi, you say that you are like this. You can't even make noodles with fried sauce. Who will marry you in the future?"

Song Xiangsi holds the chopsticks hand, the strength suddenly increases, the smile that emerges from the corner of her lips momentarily stagnates.

Who will marry you in the future Does this mean that he still doesn't mean to marry her?

Just for a moment, song Xiangsi put on her face a gorgeous and charming smile. She raised her head and looked at Xu Jiamu. Her words were not polite: "it's none of your business. I won't marry you anyway!"

In the past, every time song Xiangsi said dirty words, she would always be reprimanded by Xu Jiamu. This time, Xu Jiamu was stunned by song Xiangsi's words, but didn't notice that she took the swearing words.

He stares at her for about five seconds, his chopstick hand tapping on the table rhythmically: "I'm just showing sympathy for your future husband."

"I thank your family for him!" Song Xiangsi returned with a sneer, and then suddenly stood up, picked up the two bowls on the table, poured the contents into the garbage can, and walked into the kitchen. Then he turned his back to Xu Jiamu, who was sitting in front of the dining table, and his eyes were red.

As song Xiangsi washed the dishes, her tears splashed down. The sound of the water was so loud that it just concealed her weak sobbing.

However, she washed the two large bowls for ten minutes. At last, she washed her face and put them in the disinfection cabinet. Then she turned around and saw Xu Jiamu leaving the dining table at some time and standing on the balcony of the living room, smoking.

The dinner was so bad that he didn't have enough.

Song Xiangsi opened the refrigerator, took a box of instant noodles from it, poured boiling water, and after about a minute, he took it to the balcony and put it on the balcony round table: "here you are."

Xu Jiamu turned his head, saw the steaming instant noodles, nodded his head, took two puffs of smoke, and then put out the cigarette. He opened a chair beside the round table and sat down.

Song Xiangsi did not leave, leisurely leaning on the side of the glass sliding door, "you just a person here to think about what?"

After a while, she said, "Joaquin ate noodles."

"Is it? That's a good thing Song Xiangsi smiles and feels happy for Lu Jinnian and qiao'an: "Lu Da film emperor must be very happy."

However, after happy, song Xiangsi also thought of the scandal that Qiao Anhao had been making recently. She couldn't help shaking her head: "however, the baby is pathetic enough. Now his mother is scolded like this. When she grows up in the future, I'm afraid she will be criticized. Maybe she's the same as Lu Daying emperor. Her childhood is a shadow, and her life is unfortunate..."

The house suddenly rings the mobile phone ring, song Xiangsi then lives in the mouth, money's into the house.

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