The best wife and evildoer

Chapter 212
"It's fine as long as it's okay. I'm really afraid that something will happen to my sister." An Qianxi blamed herself with a look of shame.But hearing these words made those people feel uncomfortable. Isn't this typical gloating?
"Old Master, there is nothing serious about it. I will prepare the medicine and send it to the two ladies in a while. Just follow the doctor's advice and take good care of it."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"You stay behind, I'll go back and dispense the medicine first."

"Doctor Wu, let me go with you, to save you the trouble of running back and forth." An Qianye sent Wu Wenliang out of the door and went to get the medicine after saying that.

"It's still a while before we eat, An girl, do you want to go up and rest first? And Zihui, you can't eat much like this, why don't you go up and take a good rest, and ask Aunt Li to make some porridge and send it up."

"Alright grandpa, then I'll go up first." An Zihui didn't want to hang around the house with a pig's face, pain is one thing, and being laughed at is even more embarrassing.

"Grandpa, I'm still alive and kicking, and I'm not missing any arms or legs. Why should I rest? I'm going to rest. Senior, you stayed here for dinner. Could it be possible to let him sit here alone?"

"It's rare, it's rare that our girl An is also thinking of others." Old Master An laughed, "You haven't been home for a long time, grandpa misses you very much, why don't you two just talk to grandpa? Mr. Yan won't feel bored Bar?"

"An old man in a family is like a treasure. Family happiness is the most beautiful thing in the world. How can you be bored? And—" Yan Feimo turned his head and looked directly at An Qianxi, "There is Qianqian here."

Mr. An raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Is this a disguised confession?Feeling happy at the moment, he looked back at Mu Yanbin who looked unhappy: "Yanbin, if you have nothing to do, let's eat here."

"Okay." Although he was extremely reluctant in his heart, Mr. An was already quite critical of himself. If he didn't show himself, he didn't know what he would be said to be like, so he sat down immediately.

While talking, the housekeeper came to report that there was a visitor, followed by a woman in professional suit and carrying a soup pot.

"Sister Mei!" An Qianxi swallowed her saliva when she saw the pot of soup, and shouted with a smile, just as the figure was about to get up.

Yan Feimo moved his big hand, and pushed him back to his original position. Shura Mei hurriedly stepped forward and put the soup pot in his hand on the tea table: "Mr. Yan, do you have any other orders?"

"You go back first."

"Yes, then I'll go back first." Shu Luomei said and bowed to Mr. An, "Excuse me."

"Housekeeper, send Miss Mei off." Mr. An nodded with a smile, then looked back at Yan Feimo carefully.

In the past two years, Manager Mei has been well-known in the entertainment industry, and his bearing is not comparable to that of some strong women.It stands to reason that Yan Feimo is just an artist under her hands, and it is not up to the artist himself to say what to do outside.But what did he see just now?Manager Mei's attitude towards Yan Feimo was so respectful, as if, as if she was a servant.Think about the rumors that Yan Feimo has a close relationship with the president of the Gu Group, and then look at Yan Feimo's demeanor.Originally, he thought that Mu Yanbin was considered a dragon among men, but now that the two of them were on the same side, Yan Feimo sat leisurely, and the nobleness and elegance revealed in his bones actually surpassed the other.Ok?It's not as simple as just being an artist!
Ever since the soup pot was placed on the coffee table, An Qianxi stared at the soup pot intently. Yan Feimo chuckled, "I'm full now, won't I eat for a while?"

"Cut! I'm going to be taboo, can I still expect to have a big meal without any scruples?" An Qianxi rolled her eyes, reached out and hugged the soup pot in her arms, "Anyway, this was originally for me .”

Seeing An Qianxi protecting the food, Mr. An was sweating profusely. Isn't it just a pot of soup?But when she heard the phrase "It's for me anyway", she looked sideways, wondering if it was specially made for her granddaughter?For this kind of affection, it is also worthy of comfort, isn't it?
"Look at you, how can you still look like a lady? Are you not afraid of Mr. Yan's jokes? Is our family missing you to eat or drink?"

"There are no outsiders here!" An Qianxi pouted, and looked back at Yan Feimo, "How dare you laugh?"

Yan Feimo smiled happily, looked up at the woman adding tea, and said softly, "Aunt Li? Please bring me a small bowl for Qianqian."

"Okay, Mr. Yan." Faced with such a perfect gentleman, Aunt Li couldn't help but respectfully responded, and it wasn't until she stepped back that she realized that she had obeyed the orders of outsiders.Can't help sighing, the earl really deserves his reputation.

When Aunt Li brought the dishes, Yan Feimo naturally took the soup pot from An Qianxi and poured out a small bowl: "I can only drink one bowl now."

"mean!"

"Then do you still want to drink?" Yan Feimo raised his hand, is he stingy?Just stop drinking.

"Drink, drink, talking is better than nothing." Hurry up and sit down, compromise, as expected, you can't be caught by someone's weakness, isn't it that you are completely weak.Depressed egg pain!

Yan Feimo then handed over the soup bowl: "Be careful it's hot."

"Ink!"

Seeing that the two were flirting with no one else, and Mr. An looked happy to see it happen, Mu Yanbin felt an unknown fire in his heart, and suddenly felt that he was an outsider now, and the three of them seemed to be colluding. Well to humiliate myself.Since he couldn't go up to see An Zihui, his heart was full of panic, and he was a little restless for a while.But self-esteem was troubled, and he didn't want to be compared with the man in front of him, so he raised his hand and handed over a plate of sliced ​​apples: "An'an, eat some fruit."

It's a pity that he didn't sit in the right seat at that time, and there was Yan Feimo in the middle. In this situation, even if he wanted to feed him, he was powerless.

Yan Feimo took the fruit plate logically: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mu Yanbin's expression darkened, did he make wedding clothes for others instead?The outstretched hand froze, but it did not loosen. He raised his eyes and glanced, as if saying: Are you robbing?

childish!Yan Feimo was too lazy to fight with others, so he loosened his hand, picked up a small steel fork and forked an apple, and smiled slightly: "Mu Shao, don't be so thoughtful, your hands are sore."

Handing it back to An Qianxi's mouth: "The fruit is still edible."

"Then I still want to eat oranges." There are people serving, so it's not in vain.

"Young Master Mu, pass it on by the way?" It's a smile but not a smile, are you going to pass it or not?
Isn't that plate of cut oranges right by Mu Yanbin's hand?

Mu Yanbin suppressed the anger in his heart, smiled what he thought was elegant, and reluctantly handed over the fruit plate again, but let go of it in advance when Yan Feimo came to pick it up.

"Mu Shao is young, but his health is not very good. Is this due to calcium deficiency?" Yan Feimo flipped his wrist and held the fruit plate firmly.

"Pfft—" An Qianxi spat out the soup after taking a sip.

(End of this chapter)