Fall in love with kissing you

Ning Yan'er keenly felt something. The smile on her lips was a little stiff, but she still tried to maintain the softness of her tone: "Chuqing, we were still worried about you just now. Aren't we hungry?"

A lot of work made Chu Qing's thoughts about to stagnate. She was too lazy to identify the meaning of Ning Yan'er's words. She just raised her head and hooked the corner of Ning Yan'er's mouth and shook her head slightly. There was a polite alienation between her words: "I've been waiting for a long time."

Ning Yan'er was quite embarrassed, but she still waved her hand generously and smiled gracefully: "it's okay, Chu Qing, you don't have to be so polite."

Tiredness swept over. Chu Qing only felt that her eyes were about to open. She had no extra strength. She simply stopped telling some lies to Ning Yan'er. She just wanted to bury her head in eating, and then go upstairs and have a good sleep.

Zhang Yuan looked at Chu Qing for several times, as if she wanted to say something, but due to Yan Siyuan, she could only swallow her words.

Seeing this, Ning Yan'er turned her attention to Yan Siyuan. She raised her hand gracefully, sandwiched a steamed fish meat, gently put it in Yan Siyuan's bowl, and said with a gentle smile: "Si Yuan, I know you like steamed fish meat, so I specially told Wang Ma to do so. I also participated in Wang Ma's cooking."

Ning Yan'er paused slightly, and her eyes were full of tenderness: "if I wasn't afraid that my cooking was not good, it would cause trouble to Ma Wang. I wanted to cook this dish for you myself."

Yan Siyuan picked up the fish with chopsticks and sent it to his lips. After eating it, he slightly hooked his lips to Ning Yaner, but the corner of his eye glanced at Chu Qing unconsciously.

Chu Qing seemed to ignore everything around him, and even the action of eating was very hasty.

Remembering what Ning Yaner had done just now, Zhang Yuan only felt unhappy at the bottom of her heart and wanted to take a good breath to calm herself down. Looking at Ning Yan'er, she just felt that she had no appetite for dinner.

Zhang Yuan chewed the meal slightly, then looked at Chu Qing and kept giving her eyes. Just now, it was Chu Qing who didn't come back from working overtime that let Ning Yaner seize the opportunity. Now she can't let Ning Yaner be so presumptuous.

Due to the action of lowering her head to eat, several strands of hair hung down along her cheeks. Chu Qing even omitted the action of raising her hand and taking care of it. She didn't look up for a few eyes. Her dizzy brain also made her naturally ignore several eyes of Zhang Yuan.

Ning Yan'er had an unobtrusive insight into everything around her and continued to serve dishes to Yan Si's distant relatives. It seemed that she felt something. Ning Yan'er turned to look at Zhang Yuan and still had a dignified smile: "aunt, is the food not your appetite? I don't think you moved your chopsticks."

Being said by Ning Yaner, Zhang Yuan had to give up the act of giving Chuqing a look, and smiled back to Ning Yaner: "a little bit, I'll just eat less."

The silence on the table began to spread everywhere. Ning Yan'er blinked again after eating a few mouthfuls of food, and naturally looked at Chu Qing: "Chu Qing, are you all right? Are you tired of working overtime?"

Chu Qingleng reacted after a few seconds. She opened her eyes and looked at the right side. She even omitted her words. She just waved her head as a reply, and then lowered her head again. Therefore, she didn't see the sign of Zhang Yuan on the left.

Zhang Yuan only felt that there were tens of millions of kittens scratching at the bottom of her heart, but she still maintained a kind smile on her face. It was just a dinner. Ning Yaner took care of everyone's emotions and performed well in front of Yan Siyuan, which made people feel how considerate she was.

Zhang Yuan bit her lips. The look in her eyes had made her a little uncontrollable. She looked at Chu Qing and saw that she didn't look up at all. She only knew to eat with her head down.

Zhang Yuan slightly breathed out, simply lifted her feet directly under the table and kicked Chu Qing.

Chu Qing was carrying the soup bowl. As a result, the hot soup had not been sent to her lips, and her elbow shook hard unconsciously. She finally grasped the soup bowl, but most of the hot soup had been sprinkled on her.

The hot soup was still steaming and soaked the thin skirt in summer. Severe pain came with the burning feeling on the skin. Chu Qing, who was already tired and had a bad mind, was stunned. The pain made her eyes a little lax. She just held an empty bowl as if it hadn't happened.

Yan Siyuan's face sank and his face changed suddenly. He didn't care to eat the food that Ning Yaner had brought him in his bowl, so he quickly got up and strode to Chu Qing's side to help her deal with the tragedy brewed by the hot soup.

Yan Siyuan held Chu Qing's back with one hand and quickly wiped off the hot soup with the other. The burning temperature of his palm was transmitted to Chu Qing's back through the thin cloth. She reacted.

Chu Qing had some hindsight. She vaguely noticed Yan Siyuan's panic and anxiety. Before she had time to identify whether it was her own illusion, she hit her head with a cold reprimand: "what are you stunned? Don't think the soup is hot enough?"

Chuqing bit her lower lip and didn't know what to answer. She was really too tired. She felt that the whole person's mental state was terrible, but she didn't want to defend herself. Maybe it would only lead to more sarcasm and ridicule from Yan Siyuan.

Yan Siyuan's delicate and slender ten fingers crossed Chuqing's skin intentionally or unintentionally. She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She frowned a little and leaned back subconsciously. Who knows, she happened to lean on Yan Siyuan's arm, which was even more embarrassing.

Chu Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and wanted to make a voice to stop Yan Siyuan's action and let her deal with the hot soup by herself. Unexpectedly, as soon as she was ready to speak, Yan Siyuan looked gloomy again and said in a harsh voice, "there is only such a thin skirt? Do you want to wear such a short skirt?"

Yan Siyuan's words seemed to hide ice, which froze the air around him. Chu Qing was a little frightened and slightly stunned, but he reacted in a few seconds.

Recalling what Yan Siyuan said, she only felt inexplicable, and even felt that Yan Siyuan was unreasonable.

What kind of skirt she wears is her freedom. Does he have to care about her? What's more, even if she wasn't, why did he scold her in such a cold tone?

Ning Yan'er took a panoramic view of all this. There was a faint uneasy mood jumping up at the bottom of her heart. She took a lot of effort to stabilize her face. She frowned with concern and looked at Chu Qing with concern: "Chu Qing, are you working too hard? Why are you so careful to carry a soup bowl?"

"What are you doing? Why don't you go get the medicine?" looking at Wang Ma, Yan Siyuan's tone was even more stunned.