Fall in love with kissing you

But against that white, tender and delicate little face, I can't say it's beautiful. It's young and beautiful. It has a unique style.

Chu Qing's eyes swept over. Ning Yan'er was immediately alert. Seeing that Chu Qing had not sat down for a long time, her eyes turned and took care of it.

Ning Yan'er hurriedly stood up, and the chair was pushed back and rubbed.

"Chu Qing, are you used to this position? I'm sorry, I don't know. I'd better give you this position."

The woman's tone is very sorry, but inexplicably shows a trace of grievance. Even if she is humiliated, she will feel uncomfortable in people's ears.

Chu Qing's eyes were colder. She was about to refuse. Zhang Yuan on the side snorted coldly, "this ass is hot before you want to make room. With such kindness, why don't you want to sit again at the beginning."

The accusation swept over. Ning Yaner was at a loss. She wanted to speak, but she didn't know how to explain. She was so anxious that her eyes gathered water mist, which made her face more and more pitiful.

Although Chuqing recognized Zhang Yuan's words in her heart, she also knew that Ning Yaner would be embarrassed. I'm afraid someone wouldn't see it without her making a voice.

Sure enough, the next second, Yan Zhenbang, who was sitting in the main position, calmly stopped, "it's just a position. What's there to contend for? Yan'er is our guest of Yan family, and Chu Qing should give it to her."

This also took her to criticize. Chu Qing turned her eyes in her heart. It was clear that she didn't say anything. Ning Yan'er killed people with a knife, but even Chu Qing didn't expect that the man who couldn't calm down was Yan Zhenbang.

Chu Qing subconsciously looked at Yan Siyuan and saw that others were frowning, which was also an unhappy look.

The father and son are interesting. Obviously, they are closest to Zhang Yuan, but they are on the same front with Ning Yaner and hold grievances for her.

Yan Siyuan seemed to be aware of her eyes and hurriedly turned around. Chu Qing had raised her head quietly and comforted Zhang Yuan with an iron face, "Mom, it's all right. Dad's right. It's just a position, which doesn't represent anything. It's the same when I sit here."

Even Ning Yan'er heard something in these words, and the complacency in her heart stagnated for a while.

Zhang Yuan's complexion gradually improved, and then glanced at Ning Yan'er disdainfully, as if laughing at her self amorous.

Chu Qing was standing next to Zhang Yuan. She wanted to sit down at will, but she saw Yan Siyuan pull away the chair on his left and lift her jaw towards that position. The metaphor in her eyes was very obvious.

Chu Qing secretly glanced, but as he wished, he went to Yan Siyuan and sat down.

At the right moment, the servant presented everyone's breakfast. Ning Yan'er saw this and was no longer hypocritical. She still sat back in her original position and just took a grateful look at Yan Zhenbang.

Holding chopsticks, Zhang Yuan wanted to poke Ning Yan'er's eyes like throwing darts, making her charming eyes always slip around. Xiao thought her son couldn't do it, and now she had to win over her husband.

Everyone in the family is self-restraint. They don't eat or sleep. They all silently hold their own breakfast and chew it slowly.

Chu Qing always eats breakfast at will, just like that back and forth. She eats whatever she has and is not picky. When she sees the servant bring her a bowl of glutinous rice porridge, she picks up the spoon and stirs it.

The porridge was warm all the time, and it was a little sticky. As soon as the spoon poked it, it felt like a paste. Chu Qing had no appetite and couldn't eat it.

But when everyone was eating, she suddenly stopped scooping and looked very abrupt, so she had to stir it for a while.

Ning Yan'er didn't know if she paid extra attention to her, so she noticed the scene.

She took a paper towel to wipe the corners of her mouth, tilted her head, looked through Yan Siyuan and locked it firmly on Chu Qing.

"Ah, Chuqing, why don't you eat it? Is this porridge not to your taste?"

Ning Yan'er's curious voice suddenly sounded in the silence. Everyone's actions paused and looked at Chu Qing's bowl. The weight of her bowl of porridge had not been reduced.

Yan Si was far away from Chu Qing. Recently, he saw Chu Qing's bowl of thick porridge on one side and couldn't help wringing his eyebrows.

Zhang Yuan's face changed when she heard this. She took the initiative to arrange this bowl of porridge for Chu Qing. It was also for Chu Qing's sake that she was not picky about food, but Ning Yaner's words seemed to stab her to deliberately embarrass her daughter-in-law and arranged an unpleasant breakfast for Chu Qing.

Chu Qing came a few steps late. She didn't know the previous situation. She just thought it was arranged by her kitchen aunt.

She didn't reject eating porridge, but she really didn't have any appetite today, and it was not good to say this in front of everyone. After all, she had a quarrel just now, so as not to be used by Ning Yan'er to talk about things and satirize her temper.

He looked up at Ning Yan'er and smiled politely. He said perfunctorily along her tone, "this porridge is a little thick. It's not very appetizing."

Anyway, put the responsibility on the porridge. Ning Yaner has nothing to say.

But I didn't expect Ning Yan'er to smile. She looked at Zhang Yuan unintentionally and said with regret, "then this porridge is wasted. Aunt Zhang specially asked someone to prepare it for you."

Chu Qing's eyelids jumped and moved her eyes to Zhang Yuan. She saw her frown and her face looked ugly again. However, she didn't know whether it was aimed at her or Ning Yan'er.

But she also knew that she had miscalculated just now. Anyway, this was also the intention given to her by her mother-in-law. Even if she didn't like it any more, she had to eat a few mouthfuls in front of her. Now she disliked it without touching it, and I don't know what Zhang Yuan would think.

Chu Qing's heart turned a thousand times, but Yan Siyuan suddenly called the cook, pointed to Chu Qing's bowl of porridge and said in a deep voice, "remove the porridge and put a bowl of noodles for Mrs. Shao."

It's OK to withdraw directly. Zhang Yuan, a person with so much heart, didn't even explain now. In this way, she was merciless and slapped her in the face.

Yan Siyuan didn't want to delve into the little 99 in the woman's belly at all. He didn't know that the woman on the table had been stabbing for several rounds. He just looked at Chu Qing's displeasure, so he intuitively wanted to make her happier.

But Chu Qing suddenly hugged the bowl, shook his head at the cook and said with a sweet smile, "aunt, put this porridge first. I'll eat it later. Just cook me a small bowl of noodles and let me open my stomach. I slept late yesterday. I'm very hungry today. I'm sure I can eat a lot."

The woman smiled pleasantly, with curved eyebrows and eyes, and two sweet dimples on her cheeks.

The cook, who was still uneasy in her heart, immediately stretched her eyebrows and took the order.

Yan Siyuan glanced at Chu Qing in surprise, but he didn't say anything to stop it. He let the cook go, but he didn't expect Chu Qing to have such a big appetite today. He wondered whether he had tired her out yesterday.