School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 1079 Want to snatch him from me?

"Bang, bang, bang."

A good table of dishes was thrown all over the cold ground in an instant.

"Ah..." After smashing all the plates, she was still angry and overturned the whole table with both hands.

An Xin walked into the kitchen cautiously, glanced at the stiff Shu Yacheng, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"He'll find out soon enough that you did it."

Shu Yacheng's ferocious pupils suddenly panicked, turned around, stared at An Xin fiercely, and approached her step by step, "Don't forget, half of what I did was your idea."

An Xin smiled slightly, her eyes were calm and unwavering.

She is not afraid of anything, she is already a dead person, and she does not need to be afraid of anything.

Shu Yacheng was taken aback, this ugly face actually smiled so strangely, "Who the hell are you? You don't want to spy on Han, do you want to snatch him from me?"

"Hehe." An Xin smiled lightly, eyes full of disdain, "Your Han? He is yours, and it is yours from the beginning to the end. No one will snatch it from you."

Indeed, she used to be so infatuated with Nangonghan, just like Shuyacheng now.

Because she liked her too much, her family was ruined and she lived a life that was neither human nor ghost.

She hated Nangong Han, she wanted to kill him, and she wanted to kill all the women who liked him.

"It's best." Hearing her say this, Shu Yacheng's heart was relieved.

"Now that he found the clue of the van, I'm worried that it will be found on me soon." Shu Yacheng began to fall into infinite worries.

An Xin smiled slightly, "I know where July is."

"You know?" She frowned slightly, the ugly woman in front of her was puzzled.

She was suddenly curious about An Xin in front of her, feeling that she was very mysterious, as if everything was under her control.

"Qiyue is at Ye Zun's place. If you tell him the news, he will naturally not investigate it."

Shu Yacheng rolled his eyes, what An Xin said was right, Nangong Han knew where Qiyue was, so naturally he would not pursue it any further.

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Warm light illuminates the entire hall.

Most July sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, with clear and clean eyes, quietly looking at the scenery outside the window.

The yellowed street lamp stood on the side of the road outside the yard, looking very lonely.

She thought that when her hand got better, she had to go back to the castle, and she didn't have to think about any means of revenge against Shu Yacheng, but directly exposed Shu Yacheng's true face, and believed that Nangong Han would definitely help her.

Ye Zun brought a bowl of warm soup and put it in front of her.

Sitting down on the chair opposite her, with gentle eyes, said softly, "Drink a bowl of soup first, and then have dinner."

She turned her gaze back, and the soup in the bowl was fragrant and delicious.

She thought, maybe she and him really knew each other, maybe they were very good friends before.

After a pause, she raised her hand and looked at her hand that was bound by the bandage, unable to pick up the spoon at all, her eyes were filled with sadness.

"I feed you."

He pursed his lips and smiled, picked up the spoon, took a sip and put it into her mouth. She opened her mouth slightly and drank it, savoring it carefully. It was delicious, and the taste was very similar to the one she cooked.

"..." After drinking, she looked up at him in shock.

There was a gentle color in his eyes, like petals flying in the sky, so gentle that it made people nostalgic.

"You used to cook it for me, so I secretly learned from you bit by bit."

"..."

Most Qiyue was startled, as if she looked at her, and he knew what she was thinking.

Moreover, did she often cook soup for him before?

(End of this chapter)