C17

After politely scooping up a spoonful of porridge, he slowly said, "In this house, it's only after master has eaten his fill that he can eat. As for you, you're a servant, understand? When the master is eating, the servant must stand to the side and wait upon him.

"You …" Qiao Xinran's face paled after being swallowed. This Han Mo was not only a bastard, she was also a conceited madman! What did he think this society was? Was this the old world where men and women were inferior to each other?

"If you understand what I'm saying, then stand to the side and wait! If you do not understand the rules, I will have Uncle Chang properly teach you … "

In Han Mo's eyes, the expression of anger on her face was like an interesting movie, captivating him in its aftertaste.

Fine, so be it! Looking at his disgusting face now, even if he ate it, it would affect his digestion!

"Young Master Mo, take your time and eat. If you choke to death, there really won't be anyone to collect your corpse for you!" Qiao Xinran gritted her teeth as she said this, his fists clenching tightly. She almost wanted to wave his fists and smash that annoying face into pieces.

After saying that, she glared at him fiercely before turning around and heading upstairs.

When Han Mo saw that she was as angry as a little tiger, his mood became even more beautiful. Even the corner of his mouth could not help but curl up.

Watching Qiao Xinran's figure disappear from the second floor, the Uncle Chang sighed lightly, "Young Master, the Young Mistress hasn't been able to get any closer to him since yesterday. If this goes on, her body won't be able to take it."

"I didn't say I wouldn't let her eat it. She was the one who was upset!" Han Mo leisurely drank the last mouthful of the porridge, then stood up with satisfaction, "Don't worry, you won't starve to death now. If she can really starve herself to death, it would be considered a skill! "

Uncle Chang could not bear to raise his head and look at the direction of the second floor.

Although he had only seen her twice, the Uncle Chang would never mistake her for someone else. She was definitely different from the other girls, the kind of girls who could cleanse their souls.

If it wasn't for the grudges of the previous generation, they might have gotten married together. What a pity …

Qiao Xinran laid on the bed, pretending to be dead. The rumbling sounds from his stomach also stopped, after which it gradually quietened down. She didn't even have the strength to get angry.

Ever since she was young, she had never tasted hunger. This was the first time she was doing something like a diet protest. He didn't expect that the TV series would be full of lies. How could a diet be so easy? He might really starve people to death.

Suddenly, he missed those delicious things. The thing that he regretted the most in this world was only this much, wasn't it?

When the delicious food was placed in front of him, he kept saying that he wanted to lose weight and be beautiful. Only when he was really hungry did he know how important food was.

Han Mo, you bastard! Don't let me get a hold of you, or I'll teach you a lesson!

Qiao Xinran laid on her bed, staring at the white ceiling in a daze, his nose suddenly took a whiff, and it seemed like there was a whiff of a fragrance coming from it.

It's over, it's all over. I'm already hallucinating. Am I going to starve to death?

"Young mistress, I've brought you breakfast …" Uncle Chang's voice came from the door.

Qiao Xinran sat up on the bed, blinking her eyes blankly for a long time. When the knock on the door sounded again, she jumped off the bed and ran over in two or three steps.

Opening the door, Uncle Chang stood outside the door with a smile on his face. The tray in his hands was filled with bread, milk, porridge and two steaming hot big buns.

Was this really an illusion?

"Young Mistress, I made the kitchen heat up again. Please eat while it's hot." The Uncle Chang said with a smile.

It was originally normal food, but in Qiao Xinran's eyes, it was even more enticing than delicacies.

The smiling Uncle Chang was like an angel that was sent by the heavens to save her.

He tiptoed and looked behind Uncle Chang, but did not see Han Mo. Only then did he relax, took the tray from Uncle Chang's hands and walked into the room.

"Uncle Chang! Thank you, you are the best, not like that devil, inhumane! "You don't even give people food to eat …"

As he mumbled, he picked up a meat bun and stuffed it into his mouth. She did not care about the way she ate. Those graces and graces were for others to see. Right now, her stomach was already flat from starvation. The most important thing was to fill it up as soon as possible.

"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke." Seeing how anxious she was eating, the Uncle Chang could not help but worry.

[Young master really overdid it a bit, starving a good child to such a state. Sigh …]

The more benevolent the Uncle Chang was, the more Qiao Xinran thought of Han Mo's ruthlessness, and she couldn't help but complain, "We're both humans, why is the difference so huge? That bastard Zhang Mo! Not only was he inhuman, he was also a lunatic! He actually doesn't give me food, he's breaking the law! When I go out, I must tell the police uncle … "

He suddenly froze as he stared blankly at the man in front of the door with his eyes wide open. There was even half a meat bun in his mouth. Why didn't he leave?

Seeing that her expression wasn't right, Uncle Chang realized that the young master had a cold expression and quickly retreated to the side, not daring to say a word.

Han Mo didn't say a word. He just looked at her like that and the temperature of the room dropped below zero.

Qiao Xinran could not help but shiver. What was this situation? When did he arrive? He heard what she said just now?

Didn't he go to work? Why is he back? His current expression was so terrible, could it be that he was planning to go berserk again?

Should I explain to him that what I just said wasn't a scolding?

If he explained, would he believe it?

His mind raced as a bunch of questions popped up in his mind.

Qiao Xinran was a little surprised with his brain cells. In the past, his brain cells could not spin so fast even when she was in school.

Seeing that the woman's expression changed again and again, and that she was still foolishly chewing on half a bun, Han Mo almost laughed out loud.

Sure enough, the happiest thing in the world was to base one's happiness on the pain of others.

As long as he could see that this woman was unlucky, his mood would be extremely good.

But now, he didn't have time to waste on her. This morning, they still had a project to discuss, and this was something the company had fought for for a long time. If he missed this opportunity, it wouldn't just be money that would be lost.

Han Mo walked in. He was so shocked that Qiao Xinran quickly stuffed the remaining half of the bun into her mouth, afraid that he would fall sick again, hence she snatched it away.

Steamed Bun was already big. Now that she was in such a rush, his mouth bulged.

However, she was still staring straight at Han Mo, giving him a warning look. She didn't expect herself to be in such a sorry state, how miserable could she be?