He’s clam meat. He made her noodles and sprinkled an egg directly. It looks steaming. "Let’s do this first."
Its make-do tone made the man laugh. She had picked up chopsticks and spoons, so he stopped talking and bypassed her and sat down beside her.
Ji Zhao slowly added noodles when he came to eat. It was too hot to eat for a long time, and the noodles looked as if they had not moved much.
Maybe she was so absorbed in eating that she didn’t notice the man staring at her eyes all the time
Until the warm hand reached over and wiped away the sweat on her forehead. The man sounded like a cheerful voice and entered her ear. "You can eat and sweat in cold weather."
Her consciousness tilted back slightly.
When the man found out about her move, his eyes sank and he asked, "What’s the matter?"
Ji Zhao frowned. "Sweat is so dirty. There is a tissue next to it. Why do you wipe it for me?"
"I don’t think you’re dirty," the man chuckled and asked softly with her blushing face. "Delicious mom?"
Ji Zhao hung his eyelids for half a ring before he nodded. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the man’s front plate and was surprised. "Did you finish eating so soon?"
"Are you eating slowly?" Step Ye Cheng’s lips smile deepened and she looked at the inside of her bowl and said, "Eat quickly or it will get thick."
Jizhao’ hmm’ took chopsticks and then began to eat.
She didn’t put chopsticks until the bowl of noodles reached the bottom.
Step Ye city congealed her with a very satisfied look and smiled slowly. "Didn’t you say that you didn’t eat it all if you were not hungry?"
Ji Zhao failed and looked at the man and smiled, "I like to eat noodles because I’m here."
Buyecheng couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows and gradually pressed towards Ji Zhao. "Is it difficult to praise me?"
The hot breath is sprayed on Ji Zhao’s man. Ji Zhao’s breath is almost conditioned. He rises from his seat and condenses the man’s shallow smile. "I’m going back to practice the piano. Are you sure you want to come with me?"
Jizhao refused to let him see in his eyes, and the same color followed up. The nasal cavity’ well’ indicated that he was going.
Ji Zhao hung his eyelids and thought for a long time before he raised his eyes again and whispered, "Just listen to me play the piano and chat. You’d better not go." She was afraid that men would misunderstand and added, "Don’t worry, I won’t go to see Brother Jiang, so you can buy a piano and go home to practice."
Step Ye City glanced at her lightly. "I said I was going not because of Jiang Yi."
She still tried to say, "I heard from my brother that you have been busy recently. Do you really want to go to my place to surf?"
Step Ye Cheng’s deep eyes locked her big hand and covered her smooth and tender cheeks. "You don’t want me to go?"
Jizhao moved the man to touch her cheek, shook his head and lowered his eyes to stop talking.
How could he not know what she was thinking?
"Then let’s go" step Ye city expression clasped her wrist and she had to go out "just go to your house and move all your things.
Wen Buye’s dialect Ji Zhao blurted out, "What are you doing with my things?"
The man looked at her with his head sideways and his eyes were lukewarm. "When you came back from Holland, it was the first day before the wedding. When did you have to toss about this again? Or did you feel angry that it was so called to wait until you got married?"
What Ji Zhao couldn’t say was that she was subconsciously afraid that she would live here, and she would get deeper and deeper after they really lived together.
He can’t give her a sense of security, just as her subconscious feels that he can’t love her in his life.
Since we can’t avoid it, if we have to get married, then it belongs to her after marriage, and altruism is as indispensable as her.
"Why don’t you talk?"
The closer the man’s deep voice got to her cochlea, Ji Zhao looked at the man. "Are you sure you want to marry me, Buyecheng?"
"What’s the matter?" After listening to her question, his voice suddenly became cold, and his eyes caught her, and he seemed very casual. "Don’t want to marry me again?"
Ji Zhao hung his head and said with difficulty, "I don’t know what you think. Before I married you, I was too conceited to tie you down. Now I don’t say I regret marrying you. If you insist on marrying me, my ability to resist doesn’t mean I have to be passive. Nuo Nuo is restrained by you."
The man sneered, "When have you ever seen me with Vino?"
JiZhao glassy-eyed looking at his feet pale continued, "I told you before, but I want to emphasize again that we are married anyway. I can’t stand the fact that once you cheat, we must divorce and never negotiate."
After listening to her words, Bu Yecheng vowed that "I can promise not to cheat. If you don’t believe me, I can make a written statement. If I cheat, I am willing to clean my body."
But you’ve been in emotional infidelity, haven’t you?
Ji Zhaoli smiled. "I believe you don’t have written evidence." She said word for word. "I want to emphasize again that the piano is more important than maintaining your marriage with me. No matter what happens in the future, I don’t want you to interfere in my affairs with the piano."
Men squint dangerously. "More important than maintaining your marriage?"
Section 121
JiZhaoNai very tired "step Ye city can you not do this? I am making an analogy. "
The handsome man’s eyebrows are very expensive, and only after half a ring, the brow wrinkles are lightly nodded. "Is there anything else? One-time finish "
"No," said Wen Dan, suddenly thinking of Jiang Yi. She took it out and said, "Brother Jiang has been going to his place today. I’ll give him a message and ask him not to wait for me."
Before the horn was dialed out, a big hand suddenly caught her eye and took it away from her before she could react. She consciously put it in his pocket and said with an expression, "What is there to say with such a person?"
Ji Zhao gritted his teeth and stared at him, "Step Ye City!"
The man raised his eyes faintly. "What do you mean, it’s not late yet? I just did it last night and want it so soon?"
"Will you stop doing this?" Ji Zhao simply hates the male chauvinism of men. "Do you know that I have nothing to do with Brother Jiang?"
"I know someone made an agreement with your so-called brother Jiang last night." How did he express his dissatisfaction? He said word for word, "I should be on guard against some people in this generation."
When it comes to the end, Ji Zhao has no desire to talk to her again.
When the two cars returned to Jijia, it was nearly ten o’clock. Ji Zhao didn’t take the big piano and went directly to the practice room. Buye City never went into the practice room to disturb her.
He didn’t go in to call her until lunch time.
When she came back, she changed into a loose and comfortable white gauze dress, and the shawl was long and scattered, and the illusion made him feel that he had watched it for a long time in the back.
Come to my senses, Ye Cheng put his handsome face around his waist from his back before he left, and his thin lips rubbed against her earlobe. "Why don’t you have lunch?"
She was absorbed in watching the track being suddenly hugged by him from the back, especially when he leaned over. She arched forward and was disturbed by people, so her temper couldn’t help jumping out. "What are you doing in Buye City?"
"Have lunch!" He emphasized the tone and put the harpsichord in her hand aside, frowning and dissatisfied. "Why are you so disobedient? No matter what you say, you have to be said twice."
"I’m not hungry in Buyecheng," she fidgeted and pushed over to hug her man. "I’m practicing when it’s critical. Will you stop annoying me?"
Annoy him?