Chapter 107

"You haven't noticed anything different on the table?" In Luo Yichen's voice, there was a trace of helplessness.

"What's different?" Su Rourou muttered to herself, scanning her messy desktop with her eyes.

A moment later, she finally found a small cup next to a pot of meat plants.

"Haagen Dazs?!" She widened her eyes, first looked at the box of ice cream, then turned her stiff neck and looked at Luo Yichen lying in bed.

"Yes." Luo Yichen just answered softly, without even lifting his eyelids.

"For me?" Su Rourou pointed to herself and suddenly remembered the advertising language of Haagen Dazs.

Listening to her shocked tone, Luo Yichen frowned and said calmly, "there are too many things to buy at home, and the refrigerator can't fit. Every servant in our family can't send out one copy."

Su gave a soft, wooden "Oh". It turned out that her status was similar to that of his servant. What did her heart beat so fast just now? Why does Luo Yichen always like to be amorous when she faces her recently?

"Eat quickly! It will melt if you don't eat..." Luo Yichen's voice sounded stuffy.

There was delicious food. Su rourourou was naturally impolite. She opened the lid and dug it up with a spoon.

While eating, she turned on the computer and watched the descendants of the sun.

Looking at Song Zhongji's face on the screen, she couldn't help licking the screen.

"Wow, song Zhongji's husband is so handsome!"

"It's so romantic..."

"Too gentle..."

"How considerate..."

"Too..."

Before the last sentence was finished, I just heard a "pop", and the power supply was cut off by Luo Yichen

Song Zhongji's charming face on the computer screen was replaced by a full screen of black.

Su Rourou still had a spoon in her mouth, and her eyes stared round. She didn't react for a moment.

"It's so noisy!" Luo Yichen's face was very ugly. He put one hand on the table and leaned down to stare at her. "Please, you're such an idiot. Can you stop being such a fool?"

Su Rourou quickly swallowed the ice cream in her mouth, looked up and stared back at him: "I like it, I will! I want you to take care of it!"

Luo Yichen suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched her chin. His tone was extremely cold: "can the word 'husband' also scream freely?"

"..." his eyes were frightening. Su Rourou couldn't help shaking, but she still pretended to be calm. "Why not? Now everyone calls him husband! It's just a title, just a noun, and it doesn't represent anything!"

"Oh, really?" Luo Yichen's hand pinched her chin harder, "then you also call me 'husband' to listen?"

His beautiful eyes flashed emotions she couldn't understand, and her little figure was reflected in the dark pupils

Su Rourou's heart kept beating. Because she was pinched by him, her mouth was slightly open, and there was still a trace of ice cream on it.

"I don't want it. You're not as handsome, gentle, romantic or

"Try another word?" Luo Yichen interrupted her and suddenly picked her up, with another bracelet around her waist, "believe it or not, I..."

His throat moved, his eyes moved, and his voice became more and more low and hoarse. Eyes unconsciously fell on her clavicle