Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't comment, just messed up the chessboard and started over again, she took the black pieces, Qin Wuyan took the white pieces, the two of them back and forth.
Qin Wuyan's chess skills are comparable to Min Rui's. Even though he gave way to Zhuang Xiaoyu, Zhuang Xiaoyu could still feel a cold killing intent when he played the chess.
Life is like chess, no regrets.
Zhuang Xiaoyu accidentally committed suicide.
Qin Wuyan smiled lightly, picked up the sunspot, and handed it to Zhuang Xiaoyu: "This step doesn't count, start over."
Zhuang Xiaoyu shook his head, "I lost."
He said again: "Your clothes are also wet, so you don't catch a cold, go and wash up, and I will ask the wet nurse to bring some food over."
Seeing that she not only talked to him a lot, but also cared about him, Qin Wuyan was very happy in his heart: "You wait for me, I'll be fine soon."
The man strode towards the side room, but Zhuang Xiaoyu grabbed the black and white bag and stared at the half-closed door of the side room in a daze.
The sound of gurgling water came from the inside, and it was the nurse's voice that interrupted her thoughts: "Miss, my uncle is back, and you haven't had dinner yet. When is the best time to eat?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu came back to her senses: "Now."
After Qin Wuyan washed up, he came out of the ear room, and happened to meet the wet nurse who put the food on the table one by one.
The wet nurse saw that the atmosphere between the two was not the same as before, and wanted to ease the relationship between the two, so she told Qin Wuyan: "This pigeon soup is specially made by the eldest lady to let the slave cook for the uncle, to nourish the blood. , the eldest lady said that my uncle is too tired to run around every day, it is really hard.
And this venison was specially made by the eldest lady to let the slave cook for the uncle. "
Qin Wuyan sat down opposite Zhuang Xiaoyu, looked up at her: "Xiaoyu knows that I will definitely come back to have dinner with you today?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu lowered her eyes and said nothing.
The nanny hurriedly said: "Of course I don't know, but the eldest lady makes the slaves cook it and warm it on the stove every day, just waiting for the son-in-law to come back and have a warm meal. It's also good to eat it as a supper."
Qin Wuyan nodded slightly to the nurse, "I see."
The nurse gave a grinning "Hey" and left the bedroom with the tray in her arms. Before closing the bedroom door, the nurse still gave Zhuang Xiaoyu a wink.
Zhuang Xiaoyu felt inexplicably upset, she raised her eyes to look at the person opposite, although there was a charcoal pot burning in the bedroom, the room was still warm, but at least it was the end of winter and early spring, and the spring was cold.
Qin Wuyan didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, he always wore very thin clothes, just finished washing, he didn't even put on his coat, his black hair was half dry, and even the neckline of his jacket was half open.
Crystal drops of water trickled down his neck and wet the collar of his shirt.
Zhuang Xiaoyu stared blankly at the man's Adam's apple rolling up and down for a while, and it was not until Qin Wuyan put the scooped pigeon soup in front of her that Zhuang Xiaoyu came back to his senses.
A faint smile appeared on Qin Wuyan's handsome face, he stroked his fingertips along his chin to his Adam's apple, and said calmly: "Eat quickly, rest early after eating, these days , you worked hard too."
Zhuang Xiaoyu remained motionless.
Qin Wuyan picked up the chopsticks: "Want me to feed you?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu has no appetite: "I'm not hungry."
"Eat something even if you're not hungry, just treat it as being with me." Qin Wuyan stretched his fingers across the table, held Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers, and slid his fingertips into her cuffs: "My husband doesn't mind taking a bite." Feed you one bite at a time, think back when you didn't want to eat, my husband often coaxed you to eat."