The Li family's breakfast was very rich.

Crystal clear soup dumplings, beef patties charred on the outside and tender on the inside, turquoise gnocchi soup, delicate porridge, as well as wontons and a few delicate side dishes.

Li Xinhai asked Deng Zujiang to open a small door in the iron cage and stuffed all these meals into the cage.

Song Yiran sat cross-legged, looking at the sumptuous food in front of him, and was very dissatisfied, is this feeding the dog?

Although she thought so, she still ate the food unceremoniously, as slowly as possible, and looked a little elegant.

Although in this day and age, elegance is not worth mentioning.

Li Xinhai couldn't help but wonder when he saw Song Yiran's happy appearance, this woman was obviously very defensive of him before, why did she eat so calmly when she should have been guarding against him now!

Song Yiran gestured to Li Xinhai while eating, "The chef in the house has good skills?

"You're not afraid that I'll poison the food?"

When Song Yiran heard this, he sneered and almost squirted out the wontons in his mouth. She didn't care about the image problem anymore, so she hurriedly swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "I said Master Li, can you not tease me? If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it a long time ago, right? You had a chance when I was young! Why wait until now!"

They are all people who understand, what are the two hundred and five?

Li Xinhai actually had nothing to say!

"I can't see through you. After thinking about it for a long time, he held back such a sentence.

Song Yiran was eating soup dumplings, looking like she had no time to talk to him, she said in her heart that you can't see through the old lady, but the old lady has already seen through you! You are actually a qi practitioner, but you can't cultivate at home, and the meridians are not as good as Brother Lei, let alone compare with her.

Song Yiran remembered that old way, and said in his heart that this product is a bit evil, he is obviously an ordinary person and has no kung fu, but I don't know why, Song Yiran just thinks that this person has some real skills, not a swagger.

"I heard that you almost strangled Sanniang last night. ”

"Yes!" Song Yiran behaved very calmly, "I have to deal with self-righteous people! Your woman is too troublesome, take care of it." ”

The conversation between the two of them was actually very relaxed, without the previous feeling of sabre-rattling.

"I hope there is no next time for this kind of thing. ”

Song Yiran changed his face in vain, "Are you threatening me?" I didn't eat the rice, and threw the buns directly into the bowl, and the expression on my face instantly darkened.

She's almost full, actually.

Without waiting for Li Xinhai to speak, Song Yiran immediately expressed his attitude, "You'd better let her stay away from me, next time, she won't have the same good luck as yesterday." ”

She narrowed her eyes, as if she had become a little nervous, "Remind you that your own woman is not good at it, and she will mess with you in the future." ”

Li Xinhai held his breath and walked out of the house without looking back.

Song Yiran smiled and shouted in the iron cage, "Hey, there is still something left over from this meal, don't eat it, don't waste it!"

Deng Zujiang, who was guarding the door, had never seen Li Xinhai being angry like this, and he felt that his hair was about to stand up.

"Childe, breakfast is ready, are you eating?"

"Eat a fart, I'm full of anger!" Li Xinhai said as he walked to the car, and before getting into the car, he instructed Deng Zujiang, "Watch her, don't let her cause trouble again!"

Deng Zujiang looked dazed, "Who?"

"Sanniang, don't let her mess with that evil god again!"

Belch......

Shouldn't you look at the guy surnamed Song?

During the lunch break at noon, Song Yiran quarreled again, she knocked the iron cage loudly, and shouted: "The surname Deng, the surname Deng!"

Deng Zujiang hurriedly trotted in and asked with a bitter face, "Grandma, what's wrong?"

She didn't stop this morning, and she slipped Deng Zujiang around, and she didn't dare to get angry! This is a character that even Gongzi and Sanniang dare to provoke, he should save it!

This is a Buddha, you can only hold it!

"People have three urgency! I want convenience!"

Deng Zujiang was embarrassed, "That, that one has a spittoon!"

Song Yiran smiled, "What, do you want to be a nurse? Can you even pour a spittoon for me? Or, you can also pour the old lady's foot washing water?" Yo, such an experienced look, didn't you pour it for Miss Sanniang?" Song Yiran's eyes glanced at somewhere outside the window, and a shadow flashed.

She chuckled.

Deng Zujiang's face was like eating a bitter melon, in the words of later generations, he was too difficult!

In the end, Song Yiran was released from the cage, but the premise was to wear leg cuffs. This is to prevent Song Yiran from escaping!

He couldn't have imagined that if Song Yiran wanted to run, he would run early, and it would be his turn to watch.

The shackles are a bit humiliating, but in comparison, Song Yiran would rather wear suffcuffs than let Deng Zujiang serve her a spittoon!

The process of going to the toilet was quite smooth, and when Song Yiran returned to the cage and opened the leg cuffs, Deng Zujiang almost didn't kneel!

Nervous, palms full of sweat.

He was afraid that he would be kicked by Song Yiran like Sanniang, locked his throat, or directly held hostage and taken hostage.

Fortunately, these were all his imaginations, and none of this happened.

Deng Zujiang was very happy, and almost knelt down when he saw Song Yiran lying in the cage with his eyes closed.

It's so torturous!

What is surprising is that Miss Sanniang was obviously eavesdropping outside, but she didn't come to trouble Song Yiran again, maybe the injury on her neck is not okay!

In the evening, Song Yiran had just eaten dinner when he heard Li Xinhai's car entering the hospital. However, then she was stunned, because she could tell that there was not only one car entering the hospital, but also a truck.

Song Yiran, who had always been calm, was also slightly nervous, she knew that the moment she was looking forward to might finally come.

Soon, Li Xinhai walked in.

Song Yiran felt that his temperament had changed a little.

Li Xinhai is sometimes nervous, sometimes cowardly, sometimes deep, and looks like a split nerve!

But he and Wei Xiangyang are not the same thing, Wei Xiangyang is a split personality, he is not!

What kind of person is this!

"Why is Master Li here? Do you want to have a light meal together?" When Song Yiran said this, he was a little teasing, as if this was her home field, not Li Xinhai's.

Li Xinhai asked her, "Have you finished eating?" ”

There are some scary elements in this, and it sounds like a severed head.

"After eating, it's quite full, and the cook's skills are really good, especially this lion's head. Song Yiran looked unfinished, "As for the road, where are you going!"

Li Xinhai looked at her with a smile and asked slowly, "Have you heard of the Wuji fiefdom?"