The 365-day trial marriage of the male god: the sweet wife is a bit wild

Chapter 898 Lame Excuses
When it was almost nine o'clock, there was finally a movement from the gate. Qin Youxuan was almost falling asleep sitting on the sofa, and stood up immediately.

Step up and run to the door.

Looking at the figure approaching, I didn't know how to put my nervous hands and feet.

"You're back."

Qin Youxuan's voice was so low that he could hardly hear him, and he didn't know if Shan Hanjie heard it. He just glanced at her coldly, then walked past her and entered the living room.

Seeing him take off his coat, Qin Youxuan subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but Shan Hanjie turned his arm and handed it to the housekeeper.

Qin Youxuan looked at the empty hand, her eyes became a little lonely.

He was very hungry, but Shan Hanjie came back so late, could he have already eaten?

Qin Youxuan moved her lips, but she didn't make a sound.

In the end, it was the housekeeper who bit the bullet and reminded, "Master Jie, the young mistress has been waiting for you to come back for dinner, and she hasn't eaten yet."

As soon as the butler's voice fell, Qin Youxuan immediately noticed that the atmosphere in the living room became low for a moment.

Shan Hanjie's stern face turned to her, and his brows were raised in displeasure.

The thin lips moved, but in the end he didn't speak, but walked towards the restaurant.

Qin Youxuan was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly followed.

As soon as the two of them sat down, the servant immediately started serving the dishes.

The table was full, full of Shan Hanjie's favorite dishes.

Originally, there was soup to appetize before the meal, but in order to put the apology at the end, Qin Youxuan secretly ordered the kitchen not to serve soup first.

Shan Hanjie didn't care about these at all, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

It's just that when the chopsticks reached out to the dishes in front of them, they glanced casually and paused slightly.

"Is the food not to your liking?"

As soon as Qin Youxuan caught a glimpse of his movements, she immediately asked nervously.

Even breathing became difficult, and he was afraid that he would get upset and walk away.

Shan Hanjie just raised his eyes and glanced at her, then continued to eat.

A meal was eaten in silence.

The low air pressure seems to be able to suffocate people to death.

Qin Youxuan silently picked up the rice in the bowl, even forgetting to pick up the vegetables.

She didn't raise her head until the bowl of rice was finished, and found that Shan Hanjie who was opposite had just put down her chopsticks, and quickly signaled the housekeeper to bring the soup with her eyes.

"It's so late to eat, drink a bowl of soup for digestion."

Qin Youxuan found a lame excuse for herself, and put the soup bowl in front of Shan Hanjie.

He also brought a bowl of soup and sat across from him.

Shan Hanjie took a deep look at her, then took a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth.

Just when Qin Youxuan was about to take the opportunity to apologize to him, Shan Hanjie frowned, threw the spoon into the soup bowl, grabbed the bowl and smashed it directly against the wall.

With a bang, the ceramic soup bowl shattered into slag, and the bowl full of soup spilled all over the floor.

Shan Hanjie's bewitching face became ferocious, and his whole body was filled with nameless anger. His stalwart body stood up abruptly, kicked the chair away, and walked away.

"Shan Hanjie..."

Qin Youxuan was stunned for a moment, stood up from the chair, stepped up and chased after her.

She stretched out her hand to stop him, and met his cold eyes, unable to utter a single word.

Shan Hanjie was about to reach out to push her away, but his eyes fell on her stomach, and he clenched his hands into fists without moving.

"Is the soup not to your liking? I'll ask the kitchen to make it again." Qin Youxuan held back for a long time before choking out this sentence.

Hearing this, Shan Hanjie was startled, and then sneered mockingly.

The big hand clasped Qin Youxuan's wrist, turned her palm over, and looked at it carefully.

(End of this chapter)