The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 128 The noble male god, he has been blackened [40]

Seeing that she really wanted to leave, Shen Zhi smiled slightly on his clear eyebrows, got up and strode towards her, blocking her way.

"You really don't want to eat?"

"You let a cripple cook by himself, don't you mean to bully others?" The beauty's eye circles were a little red, a tear hung on her long eyelashes, she was about to cry, full of accusations.

Shen Zhi knelt down helplessly, held her hand, raised his eyes to look at her quietly, and laughed.

"You're so stupid... you can't even act coquettishly?"

Shen Fushui's long eyelashes drooped slightly, his red lips were slightly pursed, and he didn't speak.

She looked at the delicate and handsome face slightly upturned in front of her, reached out and rubbed his head, then pushed him away without hesitation, shaking the wheelchair to leave again.

Shen Zhi didn't notice, and was suddenly pushed to the ground. He was stunned for a moment, and after a while, looking at her back, a helpless chuckle overflowed from his clear eyebrows, and he stood up with one hand.

Pat the dust that doesn't exist.

Shouting towards her back: "The crispy duck is already hot...don't you want to eat it?"

Shen Fushui who was slowly advancing: "..."

After a slight pause, he turned back in the wheelchair, raised his long eyelashes slightly, and returned to the dining table expressionlessly.

"...Let's serve dinner." With a calm and indifferent voice, he picked up the knife and fork like a gift.

Shen Zhi looked at her quietly, tilted his head suddenly, chuckled lightly, then turned around and went to the kitchen to bring out the hot crispy duck.

"Eat slowly, there will be rice later."

"I eat rice every day, can I change it?" The beauty randomly picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth, then glanced lightly at him.

"Why, are you tired of eating rice?"

Shen Fushui lazily hummed, and said, "What's so delicious about white rice grains? Let's have some porridge tomorrow."

"This time... let's just let it go." The beauty Yan's eyes were slightly raised, and her voice was also lazy, which made people unable to get angry.

Shen Zhi smiled lightly: "...squeamish."

He estimated the time, glanced at his watch, and went to the kitchen to fill out a bowl of steamed rice.

"You don't want to eat?" the beauty squinted at him, took a spoonful, "bent down."

A gleam flashed in Shen Zhi's eyes, he bent down obediently, and the beauty's slender hand holding the spoon slightly raised it to his mouth.

"Open your mouth."

The young man's brows and eyes gleam slightly, he obediently opened his mouth and swallowed a spoonful of rice.

As soon as he entered his mouth, his expression changed slightly.

But the beauty had already put down the spoon, resting her chin lazily on her jade hands, staring at him for a long time, and said lazily, "How is it?"

"..." Shen Zhi frowned slightly, held her hand, and smiled angrily, "What did you do?"

"My first reaction was what did I do. It seems...you don't like me that much." Her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she pushed the bowl away, "Press the wrong button, and the taste will change."

Shen Zhi pursed his thin lips slightly, and suddenly realized something, embarrassment flashed across his brows and eyes.

"You steamed, is it rice or porridge?"

Crit two.

Shen Zhi was really sad.

"...I'll make a pot again."

"Don't worry, I'll be full with crispy duck."

As if he didn't hear her words, he turned around and went to the kitchen, washed the rice carefully, and then turned on the power.

This time there is no mistake, she will definitely not dislike it.

The youth's peach blossom eyes dimmed slightly, and he wiped his wet hands on the apron.

Shen Lang frowned tightly, seeing that he insisted on making another pot of rice, she gave up and ate the crispy duck by herself.

When the rice was finished steaming, Shen Fushui just ate up a plate of crispy duck, wiped his mouth, and was about to go back to his room in his wheelchair.

Who would have thought that a pair of slender and beautiful hands could not refuse to force her back——

She raised her eyes in astonishment, and met the young man's deep and burning peach blossom eyes.

"Are you crazy?"

On the table in front of him was a bowl of steaming rice, the grains were translucent, sweet and attractive.

But Shen Huoshui's stomach is a little full now, and it is absolutely impossible for her to finish eating the rice.

Sure enough, the young man's crimson thin lips moved slightly, and his eyes pleaded: "Would you like to try it?...It's not bad at all this time."

Shen Lang frowned, and patted his hand away, "I'm full, don't eat."

...this lukewarm attitude is really annoying.

The boy's brows and eyes were curved, he slowly squatted down, looked at her at the same level, and said with a light smile: "Hey, be obedient... eat it up, huh?"

A negotiating and coaxing tone.

But he was holding the bowl of rice in his hand, and he put it to her mouth with a spoon, "Open your mouth."

Shen Huoshui hated this kind of coercion the most.

Not to mention that she was already full of food, just looking at this bowl of pure white rice made her lose her appetite.

Not even vegetables, raw?

Pushing the spoon away, looking down at him, said quietly: "I advise you to consider the consequences."

The young man was slightly startled, and smiled tenderly, "Do you think I'm still worried about the consequences?"

After finishing speaking, without giving Shen Lang time to react, he put the bowl on the table, then pinched her chin, forcing her to open her lips.

Shen Lang clenched his wrist tightly and tried to struggle, but he grabbed his chin so tightly that he couldn't move. The next moment, a spoonful of white rice was forced into her mouth.

Then, her jaw was sent away, and she subconsciously wanted to vomit, but he leaned forward abruptly, tightly blocking her lips.

A mouthful of rice was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't get it up or down.

He didn't let her go until she was about to suffocate and her face was flushed with abnormal blush.

Shen Lang no longer had the strength to criticize, the young man's hand gently assisted her, as if it wasn't him who tortured her into this state.

"Langlang, don't make me angry, okay?"

"After eating these, let's go for a walk in the yard, huh?"

In the end, Shen Zhi forced her to swallow the mouthful of rice.

Shen Lang dared not associate this person with the noble and upright young man back then.

She went crazy at every turn, and almost sent her to hell because of a trivial matter.

Thinking of this, the end of her bright and trembling eyes turned slightly red like dripping water.

He likes her squeamishness, but forbids her to be squeamish.

Even if he only said that his cooking was not good, he would force her like this.

He forced Shen Lang to like him and did not allow himself to have anything that did not suit her.

If there is, then change it until she is satisfied, but she will never think about escaping.

"Langlang, look at that flower...does it look like you?" The young man was obviously in a good mood, even his eyebrows and eyes exuded a thin halo, which was dazzlingly beautiful.

Shen Lang raised his long eyelashes slightly, and looked at the flower he was pointing at.

In the twilight of the setting sun, a delicate and charming vermilion flower is tightly wrapped in the lush green leaves. The petals are trembling, and even the breeze seems to be unable to withstand it, which has a strange beauty.

Beauty is beauty, but where is she like her?
The beauty pursed her red lips slightly, the fear of Shen Zhi forced her to nod her head.

Shen Zhi was satisfied, and pushed her to walk slowly, seeming to enjoy this kind of time.

　This place should be almost over
　　
　
(End of this chapter)