Reborn Totalitarian Queen

Chapter 142 Grandparents and grandchildren love deeply, join forces to die (2)
He didn't seem to intend to go into the room, but he stretched his legs and sat halfway by the window.

Song Chuxi was forced to take a step back by him, and was about to frown and complain, but he crossed his arms and handed a small black lacquered food box in front of her.

When he came all the way just now, Song Chuxi just looked at his face, but he didn't notice that he was still holding something in his hand.

There is a familiar fragrance coming out of the food box.

Song Chuxi was slightly stunned at first, and then smiled with crooked eyebrows.

She snatched the food box from him, and didn't care about going back to the table inside, so she squatted on the ground and opened it.

Inside is a bisque earthen pot, which stews her favorite Buddha Jumping Wall.Or to be more precise, what she loves is not Buddha's Jumping Wall, but the unique taste of Buddha's Jumping Wall, which Chef Wu in Hengwuyuan specially added aged fine wine to stew.

There were small porcelain bowls and spoons in the food box, and the dinner was useless at first, and the gluttons in Song Chuxi's stomach were immediately drawn out, and she simply didn't bother to put the ingredients into the bowl for use Yes, I touched it with my hand, and felt that the temperature of the earthen jar was just right, so I just hugged the jar in my arms, and sat under your wall to drink, just like a cat hiding from stealth.

Duanmu Qi sat on a high place by the window, looking down, the corners of his lips curled up in an arc.

Because Duanmuqi restrained her and didn't let her drink alcohol, Song Chuxi always made good wine to drink the soup from Buddha's jumping over the wall. There are only half a can of ingredients left.

Only then did Duanmu Qi lift his legs, turned in from the window, bent over to take the porcelain bowl, squatted down in front of her, took the chopsticks and took out her favorite ingredients from the crock pot.

Song Chuxi was still a little unsatisfied, so she looked at his face close at hand, and said cheerfully: "It's troublesome for you to always carry things here, or just send that Uncle Wu to me. "

Duanmuqi picked and picked, filled half a bowl of ingredients, stuffed the bowl and chopsticks into her hands, and then joked: "I'll just send you a wine maker!"

Her habit of drinking too much is indeed bad.

Song Chuxi laughed awkwardly, then ate slowly with the small bowl in his hands.

Seeing that she was sitting on the ground, Duanmuqi wanted to stretch out his hand to pull her up, but after thinking about it, he simply sat down against the wall, then hugged her and let her sit on his lap.

Chef Wu's craftsmanship is really good. This dish is meant to be stewed to taste. After each process, the aroma of the wine has penetrated into the ingredients, and the more you eat, the more memorable it will be.

Song Chuxi ate happily.

Duanmuqi acted as a foil background, and added food to her twice, and when he thought it was almost done, he snatched the soup bowl from her hand and put it on the earthen pot.

"Hey—" Song Chuxi stretched out his hand to snatch it.

But he dragged her to stand up, patted off the folds of the robe, then swept the earthen pot into the food box, and went out through the window again, "I'm leaving!"

Song Chuxi didn't expect that he would make this special trip without saying a word of importance. He was taken aback for a moment, then rushed to the window and asked, "Are you coming tomorrow?"

Duanmuqi stopped and turned around.

Song Chuxi smiled flatteringly, "I'm bored by myself—"

Duanmuqi was very clear about her little thoughts. After a pause, he turned around and walked back. He stared at her face seriously for a while, just when Song Chuxi was about to be stared at uncomfortably. When she was about to die, he raised his finger and flicked her forehead again, "I just saw blood in the yard, are you so heartless?"

Do you really think he has nothing to do?And bring her meals every day?If it wasn't for hearing that she saw those disgusting things here at night——

Anyway, this girl is a selfish person, and she will definitely not be wronged and make herself hungry.

Thinking about it now, Duanmuqi really felt that he was bored.

Carrying a food box to deliver meals at night?

His hand strength was a bit strong, Song Chuxi covered his forehead and let out a headache, and then muttered dissatisfied: "I know that Song Chengbai killed people in my yard just to disgust me with sincerity, do I still want to be serious?" Are you disgusted by him? Isn't that cheap for him?"

If Song Chengbai just wanted to kill those people to silence them, couldn't he be dragged to the execution room?
In the yard of the lady at home, there are all delicate girls, who can stand such a scene.

Song Chuxi knew from the beginning that he did it on purpose.

To put it bluntly, I still want to take the opportunity to explore her reality and see how much she weighs.

Song Chuxi is smart, Duanmuqi is not surprised at all.

He thought for a while, then his expression became a little serious, and he raised his hand to touch the top of her hair and said, "What do you plan to do? It will be the end of November soon, and I'm going to Beijing, early December Anyway, we have to set off."

The Song family is not a small family, and on the whole, Song Chuxi has no advantage at all in the Song family.

"I'm not that overwhelmed!" Song Chuxi shrugged, with an expression of indifference, "Don't say Song Yaqing is hiding, even if he wasn't in front of him—the elder brother in my family's garrison would not Watch me swallow the entire Song family."

Although she never told Duanmuqi the real purpose of her return to the Song family this time, the two of them have been facing each other day and night for so long, as if she could see through Duanmuqi's ambitions——

It's not surprising that Duanmuqi can read her mind.

Although Song Chuxi would not take the initiative to confess this matter to him, but when it came to it, she would not cover it up again, she just said: "Let's take one step at a time. You are busy with your work. You don't have to worry about it during this time." Me." As he spoke, he changed the topic again, "But you can't sneak into Beijing alone without telling me."

"Heh—" Duanmuqi smiled, but didn't answer.

Song Chuxi thought of something, blinked again, looked up at him and said, "By the way, Yue Qingyang——you asked him to come here?"

Something flashed quickly in Duanmuqi's eyes, but the light and shadow flew so fast that Song Chuxi couldn't even detect the sign.

(End of this chapter)