The cool night of the stars promise you a lifetime

It is indeed more appropriate for Bo yeshen to deal with the Song family.

Yan Ruyi has no opinion.

Originally, I came here this time to see Bo yeshen's idea.

After drinking a cup of tea here, the old lady left.

When the housekeeper was busy, he saw Bo yeshen sitting in the living room. He came over, "young master, what's for dinner?"

Thin night's heavy mouth is not very picky. The housekeeper tries to make him something nutritious.

Every time I asked, I asked the kitchen to prepare fresh ingredients and make them healthy and nourishing.

Thin night sink immediately responded, "hot pot."

Hot Pot? The housekeeper wondered that Bo yeshen had never eaten this before.

He doubted that he was old and had bad ears.

After that, Bo yeshen saw that the housekeeper was still standing still. He frowned, "what else?"

"It's all right, young master. I'll confirm it with you again. Is it hot pot?" the housekeeper specially added the word "hot pot" for fear that Bo yeshen couldn't hear clearly.

"Well." thin night sank faintly.

Inexplicable displeasure made the housekeeper dare not delay, and immediately rushed to prepare.

In the evening, song Xingliang came back and saw the hot pot on the table. She frowned slightly, "eat this tonight?"

Thin night Shen sits next to the hot pot. He is wearing a black temperament shirt and is cold all over. It looks like he doesn't eat human fireworks. It matches the steaming hot pot at all.

But he nodded, "I heard you like to eat."

Song Xing was stunned by this explanation. She was a little giggled. "Who told me that the information is so inaccurate? It's OK to eat once in a while, even two meals. Who can stand it?"

She still feels a little uncomfortable in her stomach after the meal she had with Sihan at noon.

Bo yeshen unexpectedly didn't obey her. Despite her complaints, she asked people to put the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

The boiling red oil hot pot made song Xingliang resist, "don't you have anything else to eat?"

Usually, in order to take care of Bo yeshen's appetite, the food made by Bo's family is relatively light.

Unexpectedly, the kitchen was surprised to eat such a heavy taste today.

Xiao Jue waved his hand, "I didn't do it. The cook is off duty."

It means that if song Xingliang wants to eat, he can only eat this.

Song Xingliang was speechless and had to make do with what he had to eat.

Xiao Jue thought that his father was too bad. He obviously cared that Mrs. Shao ate hot pot with other men at noon and tried to toss people around.

He thought that I was so free and easy and didn't care at all.

When the hot food was eaten into his stomach, song Xingliang felt that it was burning in his stomach, which was very uncomfortable.

She almost took two bites and drank a little water. There was a large plate of vegetables on the table. After a few bites, she put down her chopsticks and didn't want to touch it.

Don't like to eat, song Xingliang never forced himself, lest the fragile stomach protest.

"Don't eat?" Bo yeshen also put down his chopsticks and asked deliberately.

"Well, I'm full." Song Xingliang replied.

After taking a bath, song Xingliang came out of the room and sat on the sofa playing games as usual.

Almost as soon as I came downstairs, I could see her.

The light of the game flickered back and forth on her face.

She looked serious and serious, as if she was not playing a game, but doing a very important thing.

Thin night sank upstairs and looked for a while. He slowly went downstairs and sat next to song Xingliang. He didn't bother immediately. He waited for song Xingliang to pass the pass before he opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "doesn't it matter if you play like this every day?"