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Chapter 374 What are you hinting at me

Qin Zhui'er vaguely felt that he was not in a good mood, thinking that he was tired from work. She fell asleep in the past few nights, and he got up again to sort out the materials.

I really felt sorry for him, so I deliberately went to the market when I got off work in the afternoon to buy some pork ribs and yam to make soup for him.

"Have you had dinner?"

Fang Zhongkai didn't say anything, he snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, pushed her into the room and locked the door behind him.

With a serious face, he wanted to question Wang Pengyu about hugging her in the afternoon, but before he could say anything, Qin Zhuier curled up and took the initiative to lie in his arms.

He is busy these days, and she is also busy, it seems that they don't hug and talk much.

Every time I slept until midnight and then woke up by him, I didn't even bother to say a few words before falling asleep.

Sensing Fang Zhongkai's indifference, she rested her chin on his shoulder, deliberately rubbing it back and forth.

Because she was a little out of reach, she stood on her toes and hung her whole body on him, in case she would fall, Fang Zhongkai stretched out his arms to wrap around her slender waist.

Holding it tightly in the palm of his hand, Fang Zhongkai only felt his lower abdomen slowly start to heat up. He lowered his head and kissed her again and again.

Qin Zhui'er watched his handsome eyebrows slowly relax.So she was angry if she didn't respond just now.

She tilted her head to avoid his approaching face: "Were you angry just now?"

Fang Zhongkai didn't answer, but stretched out his hand to clasp her wrist, his deep pool-like eyes were burning with fiery balls of fire: "No, let's go back to the room and talk."

He dragged her to the room, but she refused.There is no reason to speak well after entering the room, and it must be that he was pressed under him again and ate to death.

Fang Zhongkaila didn't move, he looked back and saw that she was holding on to the coffee table, he turned around and said, "I don't mind if you want to be on the sofa."

Taking advantage of his turning around, Qin Zhui'er flexibly broke free from his restraint with a twist of his wrist: "There is still soup in my pot, I'll bring it to you."

"But it's you that I want to eat." He was still talking nonsense, and shamelessly went to close the curtains on the balcony, and turned on the TV.

He knew that she was really exhausted these days and planned to spare her, so he watched TV to distract his attention.

After returning to the sofa and sitting down, Qin Zhui'er brought hot soup. Her cooking skills have always been very good, whether it's making soup or stir-frying.

"Drink it while it's hot. I drank a bowl just now. It tastes good."

She handed the spoon to Fang Zhongkai, but Fang Zhongkai stared at the yam in the soup bowl and laughed: "Zhuier, are you implying something to me?"

Qin Zhuier didn't understand. He blinked his beautiful big eyes and looked at him innocently. It's just a bowl of pork ribs and yam soup. What hint did he see?
"Hint what?" She really didn't understand. Did this prosecutor think so much?
Fang Zhongkai picked out a piece of snow-white yam with a spoon: "What is this?"

"Yam? What's the matter? Don't you want to eat it?"

She originally planned to buy corn, but the corn in the market looked dry and stale, and the soup must not be sweet, so she just saw an old woman displaying wild yams she had dug.

"Actually, there is no need to drink soup at all. Don't believe me, let's try it?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm going to dry the clothes."

She wanted to stand up, but Fang Zhongkai clasped her wrist and dragged it into his arms: "In traditional Chinese medicine, yam is called a top-grade medicine. It is mild in nature and sweet in taste. It has a strong effect of nourishing the kidney and spleen, and it can also nourish the kidney..."

Qin Zhuier knew what he was going to say, and covered his mouth with his hand: "Are you a prosecutor or a seller of dog skin plaster, you know everything, it's just a bowl of soup, don't drink it."

(End of this chapter)