Mr.Fan, please Leave me alone

Lu Yiyao hasn't had much appetite recently, so she likes several dishes on the table and doesn't want to touch them. The simple and elegant blue and white porcelain bowl is filled with granular full rice, risking Chunchun aroma. She absently holds chopsticks, but she doesn't intend to swallow them.

She immersed herself in her own world with worry until there was a piece of chicken leg meat on the white rice. She looked up and saw fan Shaochen's eyes showing displeasure. Looking at her, she could not refuse: "eat for me!"

His attitude was a little fierce. Lu Yiyao didn't get better after sleeping. She didn't want to talk, so she poked the chicken he had given her with chopsticks, as if it were severely poked by fan Shaochen.

Fan Shaochen raised his eyebrows. Seeing that she was so childish, his mood improved. He took advantage of her sleep to find a family doctor. The family doctor said she was malnourished and overworked.

It's hard to imagine that his woman would be malnourished and overworked? Can't bear it, so Lu Yiyao can only eat more, not less!

Fan Shaochen waited for her to poke the chicken under the bowl before she put another dish she liked in her bowl. Lu Yiyao wanted to continue to poke, so he whispered, "even if you throw it into the trash can, you have to pick it up and eat it!"

Lu Yiyao gave him a meal, stared at him with hatred, picked up the bowl and ate quickly.

"Don't eat so fast!" fan Shaochen's eyebrows shook. "Are you a child? Or do you want me to feed you?"

Lu Yiyao put down the dishes and chopsticks. It's not good to eat or not. What does fan Shaochen want?!

"I'm full," she whispered.

The celadon bowl has only one mouthful of rice, which is called full? Fan Shaochen stared at her tightly, her eyes were cold, with the meaning of command, waiting for her to pick up the dishes and chopsticks again.

Meng Jiaying doesn't know how to eat. She sits here like a transparent person, not redundant, but transparent! She inserted into their topic, helped fan Shaochen speak and said, "Yiyao, you went to that restaurant to be a waiter these days and tossed yourself like this. It's pathetic to see people. You'd better eat more. You're too thin and ugly."

Lu Yiyao heard the irony from her words. She also knew that being a waiter could not solve the problem of her father's medical expenses, but did she have a choice when she was desperate? She was penniless and the restaurant settled daily. Moreover, those big companies know that her father is Lu Zhenwei. It's good not to fall into a well!

Seeing that Lu Yiyao ignored her words, Meng Jiaying burned a fire in her heart. Her eyes turned and noticed the wound on fan Shaochen's face. She said sadly, "Yiyao, be obedient. Don't make brother Shaochen angry. You haven't been to the hospital to see brother Shaochen for ten days. Don't you feel guilty? You caused brother Shaochen's car accident, and now let him worry about your dinner."

Fan Shaochen frowned slightly.

Meng Jiaying thought there was a play and wanted to continue. She saw that bang Lu Yiyao had picked up her chopsticks again. She almost choked her own. Aren't you very backbone? Dare to put chopsticks in front of brother Shaochen! Why is it so easy to pick it up.

"Sorry." Lu Yiyao looked up at fan Shaochen, his clear apricot eyes full of guilt.

She vaguely remembers that at the last moment, fan Shaochen rushed over and firmly protected her, so she didn't get hurt. And if she didn't mess around, the car accident wouldn't happen. It's her fault anyway.

Fan Shaochen was cold and looked at her guilty face. He wanted to reach out and touch her head, but reason didn't allow him to do so! This woman is so impulsive that she can fool around in a car.

He looked back at her without emotion and said, "give me the meal."

Rice again!

Lu Yiyao looked up at him and wanted to stop talking. Forget it. She didn't expect his forgiveness... She didn't know how to ask him to forgive. Remember this lesson.

She took up her job, forced herself to eat it bit by bit, frowned and endured the discomfort in her stomach. If this can make him not angry, eat it!

Meng Jiaying noticed her expression, tasted the food and said, "it's delicious. Why do you eat so painful, Yiyao? Don't you like the food brother Shaochen brought you?"

As soon as fan Shaochen's chopsticks lag, he slowly looks at Lu Yiyao. Is that right? Don't want to eat the food he brought him, so it's so painful? Oh, he's holding all the women she likes to eat!

Lu Yiyao raised her eyelids, glanced at Meng Jiaying with ulterior motives and whispered; "Eat without words, sleep without words."

Meng Jiaying: "

She laughed twice, lowered her head to hide the malice in her eyes, and waited. Sooner or later, she let you get out of here!

A dinner was particularly depressing. Lu Yiyao silently tried to finish the food in the bowl. The more she ate, the more painful her stomach became, and she was in a bad mood. However, Meng Jiaying was still talking about fan Shaochen's experience with her abroad. She cares a little about the time she hasn't participated in.

The physical discomfort magnified this concern infinitely. Finally, when fan Shaochen corrected Meng Jiaying's wrong memory, she broke out, got up, put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm full, you're slow, slow, eat!"

The chair rubbed against the floor and made a sound. Lu Yiyao turned and wanted to go. Her wrist was suddenly held by people. She couldn't move. Looking back at fan Shaochen with a black face, she reiterated: "I said I was full. What else do you want?"

Fan Shaochen glanced at her bowl. There was still a lot of food left. Is this woman a cat?

He made a little effort to pull people closer. The pleasant magnetic voice contained some threats, "sit down! If you can't eat, drink soup. Don't make me angry. You know the consequences."

Lu Yiyao is not angry.

"Sister Cheng, bring her soup," said fan Shaochen.

Sister-in-law Cheng answered and came out with a bowl of nourishing soup full of fragrance. She smiled and said, "Miss Lu, this is the chicken soup that my husband told me to cook. It has been stewed for three hours over a low fire. Several herbs have been put in. It's very nourishing. You should be careful to scald it."

Lu Yiyao looked at the chicken soup on the table. The tip of her nose was a little sour. Then she looked at fan Shaochen and said faintly, "did you ask sister-in-law Cheng to stew it for me?"

Fan Shaochen asked her, "this is very important? Sit down and drink before you leave."

Lu Yiyao droops her eyes and sits down. Fan Shaochen loosens her wrist. The chicken soup has just come out and is still very hot. It has to be placed for a while.

Meng Jiaying's jealous heart was almost distorted, but she smiled happily and said, "sister-in-law Cheng, do you have my share? I told you yesterday that I wanted to drink chicken soup, but I haven't eaten it yet."

"Yes, yes, sir. I think you said you wanted to drink chicken soup tonight. Just the amount of three people stewed yesterday. I'll serve it for you now. Miss Meng, wait a minute." sister Cheng lifted up her apron, wiped her hands, turned and went into the kitchen.

Lu Yiyao smiled bitterly. She asked why she always wanted to get care from fan Shaochen and why she was always not smart. Fan Shaochen didn't answer by default, but wanted to leave her a little face. Unfortunately, she has been amorous.