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Chapter 2220 Sweet Marriage Chapter 781 Everyone has one nose and two eyes, what's so good about it? !
Bei Qianqian bit her lip hard, but she still didn't speak again, she sat back up after half standing up, bowed her head and obediently drank the porridge.

Hao Xiaoman couldn't understand this family at all, he couldn't feel the slightest trace of quarrel between brothers and sisters, everything was well-behaved, respectful and humble like a superior-subordinate relationship.

Such an environment is very painful for her, but for Deng Meng...

She turned her head, just in time to meet Deng Meng's shrugging, with the words 'Welcome to the Mental Hospital' written in bold and capital letters on her face.

She couldn't help laughing, reached out her hand, and squeezed her arm under the table calmly.

Deng Meng immediately pinched back.

Hao Xiaoman fiddled with the porridge in the bowl with his left hand, and nudged her with his right elbow calmly.

She pushes back.

Back and forth, I accidentally tore the edge of the tablecloth, and the whole table, dishes, candles, and vases all slammed.

With such an obvious movement in direction, everyone at the table looked up in surprise, or joking, or disgusted, or looked indifferently.

Hao Xiaoman still kept a snickering look on his face, and he felt a little ashamed of embarrassment in their eyes.

"That... I just think this... the tablecloth is pretty..."

Bei Fanxing looked away and continued to eat dinner expressionlessly: "Prepare her a tablecloth that is exactly the same."

Hao Xiaoman was taken aback, and just about to say no, the maid had already left.

"..." I was so tired, I didn't want to talk to the Bei family anymore.

"The porridge is getting cold."

He was picking at the tablecloth with a sullen face, when he heard a light and indifferent reminder from the man opposite.

"I'm full and can't drink anymore."

"Then drink a little."

"..."

Hao Xiaoman bit his lip, staring at the porridge in the bowl, but inexplicably, the scene of Nan Mubai feeding her spoonful by spoonful, and their conversation about what was worse than black beans...

Something seemed to be choked in the throat, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Finally put down the spoon: "I can't drink, I don't want to drink."

When I looked up, I realized that the eyes of the table were all on her again, and the sequence was still teasing—disgust—surprise—and indifference.

Take a look, what are you looking at?Everyone has one nose and two eyes, what's so good about it? !
She couldn't help being a little irritable.

Bei Fanxing frowned and looked at her for a while, before finally nodding: "If you don't want to drink, then don't drink."

After saying a word, all the people at the table looked at Bei Fanxing in unison, surprise-surprise-surprise-and indifference.

Hao Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief, and hastily pushed the porridge aside.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the maid walking in with another tray.

The palm-sized packaging bag is printed in French. I can't tell what it is, but when I look at the dark liquid inside, I always feel... It's not a good thing.

Hao Xiaoman took a look: "What is this?"

Deng Meng glanced at it, and said calmly: "Can't you see it? Hedinghong mixed with arsenic! It's specially used to end your painful dining career."

Bei Mosheng, who had been quiet all this time, heard the words and reprimanded softly: "Deng Meng, don't talk nonsense."

It was obviously a scolding sentence pattern, but when it was spoken out, it was extremely gentle.

Deng Meng shrugged, her expression indifferent.

Bei Fanxing took it, tore open the packaging bag, put the straw in, and handed it over: "This is what Qianqian usually drinks. It is good for the body. The taste may be a bit bitter, but bear with it and it will pass."

(End of this chapter)