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Chapter 160 The Boy Who Doesn’t Like to Eat (58)

"Charles" was up and fully dressed by the time the winemaker came out of the bathroom.

Seeing that he was wearing a formal suit, Si Jiu couldn't help being stunned, "Are you going out?"

"Charles" said: "I made an appointment with Dr. Wen last time, and we will meet this morning."

Si Jiu nodded, "Do you want to do hypnotherapy again?"

"Charles" came over, "I'll wash up and make you breakfast."

Actually avoided this question.

This question is difficult to answer?

Si Jiu raised his eyebrows and didn't ask any further questions. He went to the living room to exchange feelings with Mantou, and watched "Charles" come into the kitchen to cook for her.

"Mantou, why are you listless today?" Si Jiu held the dog's face and rubbed it a few times, and found that it was listless.

"Wow~Wow~"

There are ghosts, there are ghosts~

"It sounds quite energetic." Si Jiu saw that it didn't seem to be sick, so he felt relieved.

"Woof woof... woof woof..."

It's really a ghost~ It's such a big one~
"Don't be so noisy, it's early in the morning, and the sound insulation at home is not good." Si Jiu continued to rua it.

"Wow, woof, woof..." Its voice suddenly turned into a soft whimper, and it trembled a few times with its tail between its legs.

Si Jiu frowned: "What's wrong with you? Should I take you to the veterinarian?

But...Charles, have you turned on the air conditioner?Why is the living room suddenly so cold? "

"Charles" came out of the kitchen quickly, "I didn't turn it on, are you cold?"

He bent down and probed Tan Sijiu's forehead, and found that there was no fever, but he turned around and took out a coat to put on her, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay. Maybe I have a cold."

"Charles" tightened his heart, "I'll take you to see a doctor."

Si Jiu laughed, "You don't need to be so nervous. It's not that serious. It looks like it's just a sign of a cold. I'll drink some medicine later and it will be fine.

No wonder I always felt a little cold last night," she whispered.

"Charles" showed displeasure between his brows, "Did he not take good care of you, and made you catch a cold?"

Secretary of Wine: "..."

"He's not good at all. You like him so much, Your Highness." He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, "I will never let you be wronged or hurt in the slightest..."

Can't you stop liking him and love me more?

"It's not as exaggerated as you said, okay?" Si Jiu smiled, as if he didn't understand his subtext.

"Hey, I'm so hungry, isn't breakfast ready yet?"

"Charles" took a deep look at her, said nothing, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

As a result, the secretary thought that this guy was going to cook something delicious, but in the end he only made a bowl of egg noodles.

Hmm... It's still a familiar formula and a familiar taste.

Sijiu ate until his eyes narrowed.

"Charles" was pacified by her reaction, and his expression relaxed a lot.

"Put the bowl there when you're done eating, and I'll wash it when I come back.

I'm running out of time. I have to go out first. Sorry, I can't finish the meal with you. "

"It's fine. But don't you want to eat?"

"I don't have much appetite." He leaned over and kissed the back of the wine secretary's hand, "Excuse me for a moment, Your Highness. I will be back as soon as possible."

The bartender watched "Charles" go out, and washed the dishes after eating the noodles.

She didn't get enough sleep, and she was full of food, and she started to feel drowsy after curling up on the sofa for a while.

Half asleep and half awake, it seemed that a pair of cold hands were touching her face.

She snorted twice and shrank her neck.

Then the jaw was forcibly clamped, the mouth was gagged, and the teeth were pried open.

The air-conditioning in the mouth is raging, cold and warm (?).

The waist is tightened, bound, deep...

Si Jiu let out a "huh", bit the tip of his tongue hard, and finally opened his eyes when he tasted the taste of his own blood and the pain.

The front was empty and silent.

Apart from herself and Mantou sleeping in the kennel, there was no other figure.

She frowned, lowered her head and lifted the hem of her clothes.

The skin on the waist was as fair as ever, without any traces.

But just now, she clearly felt that it hurts to be held there.

　Personality Journal: Would rather not answer than cheat her.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)