CEO's 100 Days after Wedding

Leng Shaoheng looked at the hot and red soup pot and slowly stretched out his chopsticks. He took a piece of fat beef from it and put it into his bowl, but he didn't eat for a long time.

Seeing his indecisive appearance, Shen Qingqing thought that he was worried about the unsanitary ingredients and didn't dare to eat them easily. He quickly advised, "you don't have to worry. They are all fresh ingredients. I can't help but watch the meat they rolled and the dishes are all new today."

Leng Shaoheng pursed his lips tightly, and his face became more ugly.

"Mr. Leng, I know that hot pot is junk food in your eyes, so you can give me a treat and eat with me once, OK?" Shen Qingqing, in a soft voice, looked at him with expectant eyes.

She can't understand why some people don't like the delicacy of hotpot. It's just outrageous.

She has already said this, even if Leng Shaoheng is not willing to, he has to pick up the piece of spicy beef and put it into his mouth. After chewing it twice, he has collapsed.

A stream of spicy oil ran up his throat and into his nose. He coughed violently, and his face turned red and pig liver.

Shen Qingqing realized that he couldn't eat spicy food. She poured him a glass of water and said, "drink this, it's spicy."

Leng Shaoheng took the cup, drank half of it and looked at her with half hatred and half complaint.

"Sorry, I don't know you can't eat spicy..." She wants to laugh now. It's rare to see Leng Shao who has always been steady and cold. His face is ruddy, his eyes are tearful, and even his thin lips are like a little crimson, which adds a little coldness to his whole life.

"Shen Qingqing, you and I don't eat together ten times, but seven or eight times. You don't even know whether I eat spicy food or not!" He flew into a rage and slapped the chopsticks on the table.

She lowered her head in shame, very embarrassed. She really didn't pay attention to whether Shaoheng could eat spicy food, but in retrospect, when they ate together, she didn't see him stick chopsticks into the plate with pepper.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." She took a clean bowl, filled it with boiling water, and handed it to him. "Before you eat, rinse the food in it, and make some spicy oil."

Leng Shaoheng at this time has no heart to discuss these with her, had to do as she said, this meal is also very tasteless.

But seeing Shen Qingqing in high spirits, holding her sleeves and constantly putting vegetables in the pot, she felt that it was worth her life to accompany a gentleman.

After dinner, Shen Qingqing was rather embarrassed to cut a large plate of fruit and said, "I don't think you've had much for dinner. Eat more fruit to cushion your stomach."

"I'm full." Leng Shaoheng picked up a pineapple from the plate and said, "besides, I don't need to grow up. It doesn't mean much to me if I don't have enough to eat."

Shen Qingqing just wanted to say to him that Mo Mo ate more than you. I heard the untimely jingle of the doorbell.

She has some doubts. It's more than nine o'clock in the evening now. Who will come to her at this time?

Leng Shaoheng's eyebrows, which had just eased down, wrinkled again because of the doorbell. He looked straight at Shen Qingqing and motioned for her to open the door.

Shen Qingqing opens the door with doubts in her mind, but sees elder martial brother Lin standing at the door of her room, staring at her tightly.

"Elder martial brother Lin, it's so late. What can I do for you?"

"Qing Qing, I..."