0°C lingering: Mr. Leng's new wife at midnight

Retribution came immediately.

Although the three fingers of the right hand were tightly wrapped with gauze, they flexibly demonstrated the kung fu of picking vegetables just now, but picking vegetables once is different from picking vegetables several times. After several times, the fingers began to ache. The dishes that were easy to pick up fell on the table.

Zheng Keyun ate in silence, watched her movements silently, and didn't say a word.

The more silent he is, the more Xia Ruoqi feels anxious, the more she doesn't want to be looked down upon by her, and anxiously wants to catch something, but the result is just the opposite, not only making the table covered with sweat, but also almost throwing the bowl to the ground .

Xia Ruoqi was so anxious that she was sweating profusely and changed her left hand. Not only did she not feel better, but she made herself very embarrassed. Not only the clothes on her chest, but even her long hair that was hanging down were stained with several grains of rice... …[

The more embarrassing she looked, Xia Ruoqi was in a hurry, and the depression in her chest became more and more blazing. She had nowhere to vent her anger, so she poked a chopstick at the vegetables, and Zheng Keyun finally put down the chopsticks and grabbed Xia Ruoqi's hand. chopsticks.

Xia Ruoqi was taken aback at first, and then came back to her senses, and vented all her displeasure on Zheng Keyun, "Why? Get Miss Qian away first? Don't let me eat now?"

Zheng Keyun stretched out his hand and took the bowl in front of her that had been stirred up like chicken feet, scooped up some rice with a spoon and handed it over, saying in a calm voice, "Open your mouth."