Sweetness ahead: Freshly reborn wife, too wild

"Even if he didn't go abroad, he wouldn't accompany you here to eat hot pot." Ji Mo looked up at her and said slowly, "after all, you are his nominal sister-in-law. You should avoid suspicion when you should."

Ji Mo's words immediately annoyed Qi Shaoqin.

"Then you are also a man! Why don't you avoid suspicion?" she said gnashing her teeth.

Tan Yirou looked at Ji Mo and Qi Shaoqin, shook his head and motioned, "Shaoqin, don't say a few words..."

"It doesn't matter, let her say." Ji Mo said suddenly and magnanimously.

"Even if I have an awkward relationship with the Shen family, how can I compare with people like you in my friendship with Wu Tong?" Qi Shaoqin finished his angry ridicule and felt a little thirsty.

Ji Mo nodded and echoed her mouth: "you're right. I can't compare your friendship with him. After all, I can't take you to the night market and buy you torn clothes. I can't eat with you in the night market and let people take photos and post them on the Internet. All I can do is take care of the trivial things for you."

Ji Mo's words were very calm. He didn't blame her at all.

Qi Shaoqin was guilty.

The sick child is telling the truth.

She has the present peace, which can only be attributed to the work done by the sick Yangzi for her aftermath.

"I... I don't want to compare you. You'll be less wrong about what I mean!"

"Well, it's better not to compare us. Let's eat." Ji Mo picked up the Flammulina mushroom just off the pot with a leaky spoon and put it in her bowl.

Qi Shaoqin didn't look either. He picked it up and sent it to his mouth.

After the entrance, she nodded, "well, it's delicious."

"Don't eat too much. It's easy to indigestion if you eat too much at night." Ji Mo fished a few spinach in her bowl.

As soon as Qi Shaoqin put it into his mouth, he frowned: "..."

As soon as I looked up, I saw Ji Mo's face calm and continued to put the ingredients into the pot.

Tan Yirou looked at her in surprise and amazement.

Qi Shaoqin wondered, "Yirou, you don't eat vegetables. What can I do?"

Her brain moved, reflected it, looked at Ji Mo and said, "although my brother asked you to take care of me, I can eat by myself. You don't have to bring me food. Give me a soft clip. She's far away and can't reach it."

Qi Shaoqin said that Tan Yirou's face turned red, but his eyes were vaguely looking forward to it.

Qi Shaoqin shook his head, but stared at Ji mo.

Ji Mo, a dead and sick child, just deliberately fished vegetables for Tan Yirou in front of her, with ulterior motives.

"When you can stop others from worrying about you, talk to others again." Ji Mo said expressionless, and fished a broccoli in Qi Shaoqin's bowl.

Qi Shaoqin's face turned green.

"Don't clip it for me! I don't want you to clip vegetables for me! It's all I don't like to eat! Fish and shrimp are my favorite. You put fish and shrimp in the pot!"

Ji Mo slowly picked up the fresh fish and shrimp that had not been cooked and said to the waiter standing at the door of the private room, "take it down."

"Ji Mo, what are you doing?" Qi Shaoqin was so excited that the whole person jumped up from his seat.

"Fish and shrimp are hair. You've just burned your mouth, so you'd better be careful." Ji Mo said faintly. He didn't seem to ask her for advice. He said to the waiter: "take it down."