Kiss You, Sweetheart

At this time, seeing that song Zhixin had been taking care of Demi for dinner, but he didn't eat much himself, Qi Pei felt the pain in his heart.

She carried a chicken wing in Song Zhixin's bowl: "Zhixin, eat something."

Song Zhixin smiles at Qi Pei. He grabs the chicken wing and is about to deliver it to his mouth, but he stops again. It's like he suddenly finds that it's a chicken wing. As soon as he turns his hand, he puts it into Demi's bowl.

"Your favorite." He said softly, his voice as soft as water.

Demi smiles at him.

In fact, many girls like to eat wings, which is the best place to eat chicken.

Song Zhixin's action, but let Qi Pei open his eyes, eyebrows can't help but slightly frown.

Song Zhixin has never taken care of her mother like this before, but now she is so courteous to a strange woman who has not known her for a long time. She loves him so much that he gives the dish to Demi.

How can Qi Pei's tone be smooth?

No longer can't help the heart of those unhappy, lips murmur about to speak.

However, song Yankuan quickly took a pinch of vegetables in Qi Pei's bowl and prevented her from getting angry in time.

"Wife, eat vegetables."

His calm, successful Qi Pei inner anger to pressure down. Although Qi Pei was very unhappy, he restrained himself.

Naturally, she would not blame her son. Instead, she would turn all her dissatisfaction and disgust to Demi. The more she looked at her, the more flattering she was and the less she liked her.

A fox flatters son spirit, she absolutely won't let this kind of woman enter the door.

Qi Pei endured the anger and ate the food song Yankuan gave her, but there was no taste at all.

Needle like eyes, secretly fell on Demi's body.

Song Zhixin pays all his attention to Demi, so he doesn't notice Qi Pei's displeasure. But as a woman, Demi is much more sensitive to Qi Pei.

She knew that Qi Pei was very upset. She enjoyed song Zhixin's love and looked at her with a trace of disgust. She didn't hide at all.

But so what?

She won't marry song Zhixin, so she doesn't need to please Qi Pei, so she naturally enjoys song Zhixin's indulgence at this time.

Her performance, in Qi Pei's eyes, has evolved into a kind of provocation. The look between the two women is full of smoke that men can't understand.

"Zhixin, I'm full." After Demi finished eating the chicken wings, she put down her chopsticks.

"Have some more soup." Fearing that she was hungry, song Zhixin took up Demi's soup bowl, picked up the spoon, carefully removed the layer of butter on the noodle, and then put the clear soup in the bowl.

Qi Pei looked at it, and his chest heaved.

Her son, who regarded women as playthings, was now clearly a slave, and Demi was like a queen who could enjoy these indulgences.

This is the young master of the Song family. What a noble status! Now he has to wait on a woman!

Qi Pei couldn't bear it any longer. He put down his chopsticks with a sound.

Song Zhixin is handing the soup bowl to Demi. He looks at Qi Pei puzzled: "Mom, what's the matter?"

What's the matter? He asked her what was wrong?

Qi Pei was so angry that he didn't know where to go. Especially when I see Demi, quietly holding the soup bowl and sipping the soup, her whole face is a little green.