Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, celery squid, water spinach with garlic, tofu soup with shepherd's cabbage. Three dishes and one soup, neatly placed on the dining table, red, green, green, the color is very good-looking, the curling heat wafts in the air, mixed with the aroma of the meal, and teaches people's index fingers to move.

Then, Chu Qiao brought two bowls of rice, one for Meng Yanchen and the other for himself, and said lightly: "The meal is ready, let's eat!" Her purpose in making this meal was not to get Meng Yanchen's praise, she just didn't want him to be hungry.

There was an unknown emotion surging in Meng Yanchen's eyes, he hesitated for a while, then picked up the chopsticks, took a chopstick water spinach, put it in his mouth slowly, chewed it and swallowed it slowly.

The taste of water spinach is very fresh and not strong, but in the faint aftertaste, there is another strong umami flavor that winds on the tip of the tongue. It wasn't necessarily delicious, but it made him want to eat another chopstick.

In the past eight years, if he came back to eat, the meals would be cooked by Sister Wan. Sister Wan finished cooking every time, stood at the dining table, and watched herself eat. Although he didn't treat Sister Wan as an outsider, Sister Wan insisted on not eating at the same table with him.

So, often when he is alone, he doesn't particularly like to go home for dinner.

Because, when eating, there will be a faint loneliness in his heart.

But now, ......

Meng Yanchen raised his head and looked at Chu Qiao, who was eating tomatoes in front of him. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a smile. There seemed to be a feeling in his left chest that swelled up little by little, filling his entire ribcage. It's a very warm feeling, which makes him very addicted to it.

"Delicious!" were two words low and short, and the praise came from his heart.

Chu Qiao's action of picking up vegetables couldn't help but pause, raised his head, and looked at him suspiciously.

The corners of Meng Yanchen's mouth hooked slightly: "I said it's delicious......"

The corners of Chu Qiao's mouth rose because of these words, but only she knew the bitterness and helplessness of her smile. Her chopsticks poked a few times in the small bowl, and she pretended to be unintentional and said, "I want to ask, when can I ...... Don't be your lover anymore?" Now that Xu Anran is back, her value has disappeared. So what is she going to do here? She just wanted to ask, to know when she would be abandoned by him, so that she could be mentally prepared and not be embarrassed at that time.

The chopsticks landed on the dining table with a crisp sound.

Meng Yanchen's phoenix eyes flashed with violence and yin owl, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, forming a faint blue line. Why can she always let him fall from the sky to the earth at once when he is happy, igniting the anger in his chest!

She wanted to leave him so much, how could she say that he was also her first man! Besides, the agreement was still there, how could she leave him like this? This strong possessiveness had never been entrenched in his heart before. But he ignored that he had never felt this way about Xu Anran......

"Why do you ask!" is not an inquiry, but a question.

"Now that Miss Xu is back, I think it's possible for you to ...... Don't need me anymore?" Chu Qiao said cautiously, saying what he thought in his heart, and as he spoke, he looked at Meng Yanchen's expression.

Meng Yanchen's hand crossed the dining table and grabbed her wrist, staring at her apricot eyes as sharp as an eagle's falcon.

"She's her, you're you...... What are you worried about, I don't need you?" Meng Yanchen stood up, walked to her side quickly, leaned down, put it to her ear, and said coldly: "Okay, I'll prove my need with practical actions!"

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