chief love marriage

Chapter 857 Wen Zhao's Protection (3)

When Wen Qiyang saw that Qu Qingge had finally noticed him, he was almost elated.

However, on the surface, he pretended to be nonchalant, and replied lightly: "I have no appetite, I don't want to eat."

"Oh, then don't force yourself, let's clean up the stomach tonight." Qu Qingge replied casually, then turned around to serve the little daughter.

Wen Qiyang was speechless, he insisted?

His dinner plate is cleaner than his face, without a single hair, and he still eats hard?
Wen Qiyang's face was a bit ugly, but he wanted to attract Qu Qingge's attention, so he said stiffly: "But I'm still a little hungry—"

"Didn't you say you have no appetite?" Qu Qingge didn't understand why.

"No appetite, but hungry."

"..."

Is this a language disorder?

Xixi is the youngest child with the purest mind. When Wen Qiyang said he was hungry, she looked at him with sympathy and friendship.

"Uncle, uncle, this meat is delicious, Xixi will share with you—"

As he said that, he cut a piece of beef the size of a fingernail, put it on the dinner plate, and handed it over.

Seeing her daughter's adorable appearance, Ye Che laughed, and jokingly said, "Wen Qiyang, don't put on such a stern face, my Xixi inherited Yiyi, and she is famous for protecting food. Being able to share such a big piece with you is already giving you a lot of face."

After listening to Papa's words, Xixi nodded in agreement.

Wen Qiyang glared at Ye Che fiercely, wishing to tear his embarrassing face off.

Then he cast a gloomy glance at the fingernail-sized beef.

Ye Xixi shrank her head in fright, hid pitifully in Wen Zhao's arms, and let out a soft cry.

"Brother Zhao—"

Wen Zhao followed Ye Xixi's back with distress, coaxing her patiently: "Xixi is not afraid, uncle didn't stare at you, he just has a stomachache."

"Uncle has a stomachache and can't eat beef, it will be uncomfortable, so Xixi leave him alone, let's eat by ourselves, come on, brother feed you—"

Uncle, uncle, uncle!I am your father!
If there weren't so many people watching, Wen Qiyang would have liked to pick up this white-eyed wolf and slap him hard.

Wen Zhao received Wen Qiyang's furious gaze about to run away, so she wasn't afraid of him at all.

Instead, he hooked his fingers and called the waiter next to him.

"Go, give that black-faced uncle an egg fried rice~ By the way, he has a bad stomach, don't add eggs!"

As a result, half an hour later, a plate of white fried rice with no eggs, less oil, less salt and less ingredients appeared in front of Wen Qiyang.

Qu Qingge and Xia Wei chatted in different places, and the two women even arranged their schedule for a week.

After eating a meal for more than an hour, Qu Qingge said, "Yiyi, it's still early. I've reserved a private room at the nightclub. Let's go sing together!"

"Singing?" Wen Qiyang replied without thinking, "I'm not going!"

"Okay!" Qu Qingge knew that what Wen Qiyang disliked most on weekdays was going to KTV to sing. After all, he was tone deaf, so it would be boring to go there.

"Then you go home first, we probably have to play later, and we can just take a taxi back then."

While talking, Qu Qingge stood up from the seat holding the baby in his arms.

Just took two steps, but saw Wen Qiyang chasing after him.

"I'll go with you!"

Qu Qingge turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

Wen Qiyang's eyes were a little unnaturally embarrassed, he coughed lightly, and found an excuse that was so lame that it couldn't be more lame.

"Well, you sing, and I'll take care of the baby for you."

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(End of this chapter)