Sit down, angry, Wen Lishu stood up again with the empty bowl and moved to the seat next to him.

As soon as he sat down, the bowl in his hand was snatched away by Song Qiancheng.

Without snorting, he filled a bowl of seafood baked spaghetti for her, and then put it in front of her with a stiff face, staring at her with a sharp gaze.

"Hurry up and give it to me, if you really dare to poison me, then I will. He snorted and didn't say anything more, and the punishment was all silent.

Wen Lishu didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, picked up chopsticks, ate silently, and proved his innocence with actions.

A bowl of noodles quickly bottomed out, and Wen Lishu presented the bottom of the bowl to Song Qiancheng, "You should believe that I haven't been poisoned now, right?"

Song Qiancheng snatched her bowl again with a stinky face, served her another bowl, and said concisely: "Go on." ”

Wen Lishu gritted her teeth, grabbed her chopsticks again, and continued to eat.

After eating three bowls in a row, Song Qiancheng let her go, and then picked up the chopsticks and started.

He lowered his head and ate, perhaps hungry, and ate quickly.

Seeing this scene, Wen Lishu felt very uncomfortable.

Did Song Qiancheng suspect that she had poisoned her, so he let her try it, or was he worried that she was hungry, so he forced her to eat it.

After this series, she felt that it was the latter.

The heart was suddenly slammed, is this concerned about her?

Wen Lishu looked at the spaghetti, and then looked at the other two dishes, which had already been eaten by her, and she asked more: "Are you enough?"

The conscience of heaven and earth, she asked him from the bottom of her heart, worried that he would not have enough to eat.

As a result, Song Qiancheng twitched the corners of his mouth and gave her a strange look, and after he swallowed the food in his mouth, he said lightly: "Eat without words, sleep without words, understand?"

She didn't understand, she just wanted to explode on the spot at this moment.

How could he be so capricious, she still clearly remembered the first meal they had in this restaurant on the night they received their certificates.

She didn't say a word because she was nervous, and he slumped his face, curled his fingers and tapped on the table, and asked gloomily, "Am I marrying a dumb bride?"

The events of that day were still clearly in her mind, but now, he actually mentioned the word "eat without speaking" to her.

He is so uncertain, Wen Lishu really can't wait, she silently put her hands under the table, pinched her thighs hard, and tried to stabilize the surging fire, otherwise she really had the urge to reward him with a violent shudder.

Song Qiancheng continued to eat, Wen Lishu was already full, so as not to be read by him again, she had to sit still and wait patiently for him to finish eating.

Soon after, the meal finally ended, and Song Qiancheng implemented the disc action with a lot of face.

He put down his chopsticks, picked up the water cup and drank it slowly.

Wen Lishu stood up, reached out and brought the dishes back to the kitchen, and washed them with his hands.

When he came out again, Song Qiancheng sat in the living room and smoked.

She glanced at him a few times, and his face was still mild, and he should not be angry at first glance.

Thinking about the dinner just now, it can be considered to his appetite, if he asks for a passport at this time, there should be a drama, right?

Wen Lishu didn't know the bottom of his heart, but he still had the courage to walk towards the living room, and finally stood on the side of the sofa he was sitting on.

There were more figures next to him, and Song Qiancheng raised his head to look at her.

Wen Lishu didn't dare to make eye contact with him, and before he thought of the opening remarks, he was silent.

Song Qiancheng lowered his eyebrows and said: "If you have something to say, don't cry and act in pantomime, I will be upset when I look at it." ”

Wen Lishu turned his body to his side, Song Qiancheng took a big sip of his cigarette, and spit out the smoke ring again, and the smell of smoke wafted in the air, which inexplicably aggravated the tension of the conversation.

Wen Lishu pondered for a few seconds, and said tentatively: "I have a work arrangement next week, can you give me back your passport?"

Song Qiancheng smiled with some bad intentions, and the whole person was ruffian.

"My anger hasn't subsided yet?" he leaned back on the sofa, folded his legs, looked comfortable, and then suggested a way for her, "Or you beg me, see if I can give it back to you mercifully." ”