Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

Looking at her performance just now, she doesn't look like a person with a story at all.

But people without stories. Go back and find someone to revenge!

Chu Lian's eyes looked at Qiao Xin. There are some places between them that are so similar.

But she never went to her extreme.

"Dong Dong Dong -" there was a knock at the door, and josin subconsciously wanted to hide again. But Chu Lian grabbed the back collar of fate and didn't break free.

Qiao Xin looked up at Chu Lian.

Unexpectedly, the little guy looked thin and weak. He was so strong that he was caught at once. He wanted to move, but he couldn't move at all.

Josin glared at him, but Chu Lian didn't seem to feel anything at all.

"Come in -"

The door opens. Housekeeper sun entered the door first, followed by several servant girls and servants, one by one.

Josin has been hungry for days. When I met so many delicious food for the first time, my eyes glowed.

"This is the meal for the young master." housekeeper sun asked the people to put it on the table aside, and then the last servant came in. Carrying a bowl of plain porridge: "this is the meal prepared for this lady..."

Chu Lian looked at housekeeper sun's thoughtful appearance and nodded for sure.

Josin was stunned. This... The difference is too obvious. Although she said she was rescued, she ate at the same table with the young master. She only has a bowl of porridge!

Damn it

Chu Lian's eyes were always on joxin. Look at her lovely eyes. The corner of his mouth said, "OK, you go out first!"

"Yes, young master." the servants withdrew one after another, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Chu Lian's legs are not sharp. This bedroom is specially designed for him, so the table is close to the bed. And the front of the table is a huge French window. It's also a special flavor to watch the beautiful scenery.

Chu Lian's bedroom is on the third floor, directly below is the restaurant.

There is no big difference between eating in the bedroom and eating in the restaurant.

Qiao Xin stared at the bowl of white porridge, looked at the food on one side and swallowed his saliva: "well, haven't you asked the young master's name yet?"

"My name is Chu Lian." Chu Lian said faintly.

When he got up from bed, his lower body basically didn't use much strength. Even if joshin turned his back to him, he couldn't guarantee his mood.

Like a waste, not from bed to table!

"Ah -" Chu Lian roared. This was the last time he wanted to have a physical problem and the most helpless time.

Hearing the sound, Qiaoxin's attention shifted from the meal to behind him. He saw Chu Lian sitting on the ground with a red face.

"Why! Why!" Chu Lian hammered her hand on the ground as if she didn't know the pain at all. "Why am I a waste! Why..."

Josie wanted to help him up from the ground, but Chu Lian pushed him onto Josie.

She was weak these days and couldn't support such a move at all. She fell to the ground and covered her chest and gasped heavily.

"Chu Lian..." Qiao Xin lowered her eyes and whispered, "calm down!"

Josin's voice was like a pill he had been taking, and there seemed to be a big clock ringing in his head.

"Dong..."

"Chu Lian, no one says you're a waste. It's all your own label." josin's voice was calm.