The Emperor's Young Master has turned black again

Chapter 1097 The taste is the same

Qiu Wenzheng's tone was very indifferent, as if he knew Feng Sujin would come.

Feng Sujin didn't notice any difference in Qiu Wenzheng's expression and tone, and her heart sank because she didn't see the figure she was expecting.

But the smell of dumplings is too familiar, it is really the feeling in memory.

Liang Xiaoqing has been here for a while, when she saw Feng Sujin coming in, she heard Qiu Wenzheng's words, her hands trembled, she couldn't hold the chopsticks steadily, and almost fell to the ground.

Now she finally understands why Qiu Wenzheng has to reheat the dumplings over and over again, put them aside over and over again, and keep fanning them with his hands, for fear that the smell won't get out.

Just now she asked him why he didn't eat, and he said he wasn't hungry and would eat later.

Liang Xiaoqing felt bitter in her heart, she knew that Qiu Wenzheng was waiting for this girl.

It was the girl she saw when she came that day, when she was still lying on the bed with a pale face.

At that time, she was very beautiful, but now she walks in so casually, with a noble and unparalleled demeanor.

With such a woman around, she felt that she was being compared.

Liang Xiaoqing picked up a bowl of dumplings and was about to eat them, as if she wanted to relieve her anger on purpose.

Qiu Wenzheng grabbed Liang Xiaoqing's hand, "You eat this bowl of dumplings."

Those two bowls of dumplings were made specially for Feng Sujin by someone dragging his sick body, from beginning to end without anyone's hands, even he couldn't help if he wanted to.

Of course he can't even taste one, the two bowls are only Feng Sujin's, Liang Xiaoqing can't eat either.

Qiu Wenzheng's unconscious actions completely broke Liang Xiaoqing's heart.

Liang Xiaoqing had the urge to throw down the bowl and chopsticks and leave here.

But she still held back, she wanted to see how Qiu Wenzheng got along with that woman.

Liang Xiaoqing ate each dumpling numbly, feeling that they all tasted the same, bitter.

Feng Sujin looked around in the tent, trying to find some traces, to prove that Jun Mohan had been there.

But no, there are no traces.

Qiu Wenzheng could naturally see what Feng Sujin was looking for, he sighed in his heart.

If Jun Mohan doesn't want Feng Sujin to find it, no trace will be left behind.

Qiu Wenzheng felt that he sighed too much recently, like an old man.

Liang Xiaoqing rolled her eyes, observing Qiu Wenzheng for a while, and observing that beautiful woman for a while.

Why did she feel that something was wrong? Qiu Wenzheng looked at the woman with sad eyes, as if he was not looking at his lover.

The woman didn't keep her eyes on Qiu Wenzheng and her since she came in. She seemed to be looking for something or someone.

After Liang Xiaoqing calmed down, she found that this woman was filled with a strong sense of sadness.

Let the bystanders watch it, and there is a feeling that they can't help but want to cry.

She didn't know why she felt this way.

Qiu Wenzheng coughed, and broke the silence and said, "Since you are here, it is also the Hankun Festival, the most important festival of the Dakun tribe. There are ready-made dumplings, let's eat some dumplings!"

Qiu Wenzheng handed the bowl of unique dumplings to Feng Sujin.

Feng Sujin looked down at the dumplings in the bowl, smelled the smell, sniffed and said, "The taste of this dumpling is so familiar, it's the same as his."

"Don't talk about that during the holidays. You may just miss him too much."

Feng Sujin shook her head, "I thought I missed him too much, I was crazy, but I don't think I'm crazy, I'm familiar with the food he cooked, his breath, I can't make a mistake, although not I know why Qiu Wenzheng didn't tell me the truth, but I'm still sure that you have had contact with him."

(End of this chapter)