Fall in love with kissing you

Ning Qingcheng sarcastically hooked the corners of his mouth, with a hint of irony flashing in his eyes.

"You..." Zhang Yuan gnashed her teeth and looked at Ning Qingcheng, who was elated in front of her, frowning more and more tightly.

"Hum, this rose is good. You old woman has a talent for growing flowers." Ning Qingcheng leisurely closed her eyes, gently smelled the flowers in her hand, hooked her eyes and continued to say to Zhang Yuan, "now, do you still want your roses back?"

"This flower has been touched, but I don't want it anymore!" Zhang Yuan said to Ning Qingcheng with a sneer, and some angry emotions gradually floated in her mind.

"Hum, but this rose doesn't deserve me. Ning Qingcheng saw the smile on Zhang Yuan's face and thought she was satirizing her.

Ning Qingcheng threw the flowers on the floor, hugged his arms and trampled on the roses at will.

"Damn bitch, you should be careful which day it will be carried into my hand!" Zhang Yuan showed a gloomy look on her face. She tightly held the nails hanging on her side.

"Madam, lunch is ready. If the master is not here today, do you want to have dinner in advance?" the housekeeper respectfully asked Zhang Yuan. The servants on one side have prepared the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

"OK. It's time for dinner." Zhang Yuan looked at Yan Zhenbang's position at the table. The time and space were turbulent. She couldn't help sighing and frowned slightly: Yan Zhenbang hasn't come back for dinner for several times recently.

"Then I'll invite Mrs. Ning down to dinner." the housekeeper turned and ordered another servant.

"Go, don't tell me about this kind of thing in the future." Zhang Yuan stretched out her fingers and rubbed her temples. She was angry when she said that bitch in ningqingcheng! Especially now Zhenbang he

"Today's lunch looks very rich, housekeeper Lin." Ning Qingcheng's red lips are filled with a bright smile. She stepped on the brown high-heeled shoes and slowly walked down the escalator.

"Yes, the master told us to take good care of Mrs. Ning." the housekeeper replied to Ning Qingcheng.

"Yan Zhenbang is still as gentle and considerate to me as before." Ning Qingcheng raised her eyes and looked at Zhang Yuan, with an obvious sense of showing off in her tone.

"Eat without words, sleep without words. Have you forgotten what Yan Zhenbang said?" Zhang Yuan suddenly raised a pair of beautiful eyes with pure light, and her voice improved slightly. "It's really a waste of Zhenbang's kindness to you."

After Zhang Yuan said this, she raised her red lips, glanced sideways at Ning Qingcheng, and stretched out her hand to hold a bowl of hot soup. The hot soup just came up was still steaming, and there were some oil flowers floating on the soup surface.

Hum, Zhang Yuan, an old woman, is so persistent that she dares to talk to me like this! Ning Qingcheng had an unidentified emotion at the bottom of her eyes. She stared coldly at Zhang Yuan holding hot soup. Ning Qingcheng narrowed her eyes slightly and a sneer bloomed at the corner of her mouth.

"The soup looks good. It must taste delicious!" Ning Qingcheng's delicate voice was a little cold. She suddenly stood up and stepped on Zhang Yuan's feet under the table. Ning Qingcheng deliberately knocked Zhang Yuan away with a porcelain spoon.

"Bang!"

The soup spoon fell back into the soup pot dotted with elegant flowers. The hot soup in the porcelain bowl shook violently for several times. Zhang Yuan was caught off guard by Ning Qingcheng and stepped on her foot. All the hot soup fell on Zhang Yuan's body, scalded Zhang Yuan's white skin in an instant, and some of the remaining soup fell from Zhang Yuan's clothes, The smooth floor was now in a mess.

"Ning Qingcheng! What are you doing!" Zhang Yuan wiped a handful of soup accidentally spilled on her face. She looked very embarrassed at this time. Zhang Yuan's original face with exquisite makeup was shrouded in a furious mood. She stretched out her carefully maintained finger and pointed to Ning Qingcheng.

"Oh, Zhang Yuan, you can make a hot soup like this. Sure enough, is it because people are old and have no strength to make soup?" a sneering smile slowly appeared on Ning Qingcheng's face. She quickly stepped back and pretended to dislike Zhang Yuan.

"Ning Qingcheng, if you bitch hadn't deliberately bumped into me, I could be like this?" Zhang Yuan lost her usual calmness. She was so angry that she trembled a little. Zhang Yuan asked Ning Qingcheng loudly.

"Zhang Yuan, you don't want everything to depend on me. Which eye of yours saw me deliberately hit you?" Ning Qingcheng casually picked up the tissue paper on the table and wiped her fingers accidentally splashed. Ning Qingcheng's red lips slightly aroused and looked at Zhang Yuan in a mess with a smile.

"Damn it, Feng Shui takes turns. You're proud now! Ning Qingcheng, you..." Zhang Yuan was so angry that she couldn't help it. Her eyes, which originally had pure light, were darkened at this moment. She always felt that something was beyond her control.

"What are you? Zhang Yuan, if you are angry and resentful, you can go to Zhenbang to comment." Ning Qingcheng interrupted Zhang Yuan's words. She sat down slowly with her eyes down, stretched out her hand and continued to scoop up the bowl of hot soup. "See if Zhenbang will believe you, the current husband, or I, who can't forget."

Looking for Zhenbang review? Zhang Yuan seemed to feel a basin of cold water splashing down from her head. She looked at the hot soup sprinkled with more than half, and just raised a self mocking smile.

Before, every time she went to tell Zhenbang about Ning Qingcheng's mother and daughter, Zhenbang looked impatient. He always frowned and advised her not to always care about Ning Qingcheng's everything. He didn't want or care about any friction between her and Ning Qingcheng.

Ning Qingcheng, this is to show off with this thing, isn't it? Zhang Yuan lowered her eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. She couldn't help taking back her plain white fingers slowly.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot. Zhenbang is the most impatient. You give him a small report, especially about me and Yan'er, right?" Ning Qingcheng's face is like a gentle spring breeze, and a beautiful arc rises from the corner of her mouth, "I said, why hasn't Zhenbang come back for dinner recently? Zhang Yuan, let me guess, it's not -"

"What's the matter between our husband and wife? It's none of your business?" Zhang Yuan raised her proud chin. She reluctantly provoked a smile.