Sick girl Qin Shaoru is paranoid

Chapter 159 The mistress falls in love with the gold master, and the end will not be easy
Song Mianmian puffed up her cheeks angrily, turned her face away, ".Yes!"

Qin Chen tilted his head and smiled, his eyes seemed to overflow with starlight, "I didn't want to do anything to you." He glanced at her, turned around and said, "Come down to eat after crying."

Song Mianmian:? ? ?

Ok?After so long, the gold master's father has been waiting for her to eat, and he is not angry at all! ! !
Song Mianmian stared blankly, and followed Qin Chen belatedly.

Sitting at the dining table again, Song Mianmian's mood was indescribably complicated.

The two ate quietly.

Lou's sister-in-law cooked delicious food for her every day for more than a week, which made her sharp chin slightly rounder, and her complexion improved a lot.

Mrs. Lou's cooking is delicious.

If, ignore that this man is always looking at her and laughing strangely

Song Mianmian, "." I'm so angry, but I have to hold it back! ! !It can't happen, it can't happen, it can't happen!
Qin Chen didn't eat much, so at this moment, his legs were slightly crossed, his head was supported by one hand, and he looked at her and smiled.

The long and narrow red phoenix eyes are provocatively raised, such eyes coupled with such a handsome outline.

Song Mianmian's heart beats faster the more she is watched.

In the end, the food in your mouth is not rice anymore.

Song Mianmian finished eating the rice in the bowl, tensed her body and sat up straight, and wiped her mouth indiscriminately, "I, I'm done."

Qin Chen leaned over suddenly, and gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a wet tissue.

Song Mianmian was startled, and stared at him with wide eyes.

Qin Chen raised his eyelids, with a smile in his eyes, and his voice was gentle and messed up, "Are you full?"

Song Mianmian, "."

The brain is blank, the heart is exploding, and the whole body is out of control. For a moment, he is the only one in his eyes——

Song Mianmian was confused, she...is she being teased?

"Eat, eat, eat. I'm full!!" Song Mianmian stammered suddenly, struggling.

Qin Chen sneered.

Song Mianmian, "."

She's done, she's done, she actually feels that the sneering eyes of the gold master's father are so gentle!
She turned her head quickly, her small face was a little sullen, "Why do you always laugh at me? Me, am I ridiculous?"

Blessed with anger, Song Mianmian looked back at him.

Qin Chen pursed his lips, his eyes overflowed with love, "You are so cute."

Song Mianmian, "." Heart!muscle!stem!plug! ! ! !
She couldn't control her body, and she stood up reflexively, pulling the distance between the two of them far away.

Song Mianmian felt her breathing was stagnant, she frowned, gave him a disgusted look, turned around and left.

Qin Chen's leisurely voice came from behind, "wash baby, brother will come to pamper you later."

The space suddenly froze for three seconds.

Immediately afterwards.

Song Mianmian's angry and glutinous voice, suppressed and anxious, popped out word by word, "Crazy!"
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From that day on, Qin Chen's time of returning late at night was changed to around five or six o'clock in the evening.

This gap of being too unhappy made Song Mianmian very unhappy at first, but so what?This is the home of the gold master's father.

Now?

Song Mianmian was even more unhappy.

The gold master's father is so good at flirting!

She was really afraid that she would fall if she was not careful.

After all, if a mistress falls in love with a benefactor, the end will not be easy.

Although she is increasingly fascinated by the charm of the gold master's father.

But she still knew one thing very well in her heart, that is, the father of the gold master and her were not from the same world.

She is like the kitten raised by the patron's father, if you like it, you can tease it, if you don't like it, it's miserable.

The cat is okay, but she is a human being. I'm afraid that one day she will lose herself and become an abandoned woman for someone who doesn't care about her at all.

(End of this chapter)