Pan Xing'er found a window position and leaned across the table of her husband Song Shiqin and Liu Guilan.

As soon as Pan Xing'er sat down, the waiter asked her what kind of tea she wanted.

She waved her hand a little irritably and said, "Just take a pot, you can do it." ”

The waiter had a bewildered expression.

Still do I look at it?

Are you going to drink tea or am I going to drink tea?

"You go away, don't get in my way. Pan Xing'er pushed the waiter in front of her to the side.

The waiter followed her gaze and looked there, and understood in her heart, daring to be a traitor, no wonder she was not even in the mood to drink tea.

It's just that they are a tea house, and those who come in have to be counted as tea fees, and the waiter knows that this eldest sister is probably not in the mood to drink, so she took it upon herself to give a pot of tea, which is the cheapest one in the charge.

After the tea was served, he retreated, and didn't ask Pan Xing'er if she wanted to order food.

Pan Xing'er watched her husband pour tea and hand chopsticks to people and towels to others, her face became more and more gloomy.

When her husband sandwiched meat and vegetables for each other and smiled with orange peel on his face, Pan Xinger really couldn't help it.

After twenty years of marriage, when did he take such care of himself?

Not to mention adding food to yourself, even if the oil bottle at home is poured, you don't have to help it.

Thinking that she has been like a nanny all these years, serving the family, her husband has always had a serious look, and she didn't even give herself a smile, Pan Xing'er became more and more breathless.

But it turned out that he was the object, he couldn't smile at himself, and he thought like an old chrysanthemum to the wild woman outside......

Pan Xing'er poured the cup in her hand full of tea, and the tea was brought up for a while, but it was still warm at this time.

She stood up and went to the table where Song Shiqin and Liu Guilan were with a cup full of tea.

Song Shiqin just sandwiched another piece of pork ribs for Liu Guilan and persuaded her to eat more, Liu Guilan was not very embarrassed, and hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Brother Song, don't clip it, I'll ...... it myself."

"Brother Song?

Good you shameless slut, you dare to seduce our old Song!

Don't you know that he has a family and a daughter?" Pan Xing'er stood in front of the table, and the warm tea in the cup splashed on Liu Guilan's face without saying anything.

Liu Guilan was caught off guard, the skin on her face was stirred by the warm tea, she screamed, her hands subconsciously covered her face, her heart was pounding, and she was scared enough.

Immediately afterwards, she felt a tingling pain in the back of her head, and it was Pan Xing'er who grabbed her hair and dragged it out.

Song Shiqin was also stunned.

He didn't react at first, and after seeing clearly that the person who spooled was his own wife, Pan Xing'er, his face changed greatly, and he immediately shouted: "Xing'er, stop it, what are you doing here?"

The movement here immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding guests, and the big guys were watching them.

Song Shiqin's face was hot, but he couldn't care about it, so he hurriedly went up and grabbed Pan Xing'er, "You hurry up and let go, what are you nervous about in front of the public, let go of Guilan......"

"Guilan, Guilan, your name is really affectionate.

Where did this old slut make you dizzy, and he actually disregarded the shame of being a teacher, and did such an ugly thing as breaking shoes?

Song Shiqin, you are really worthy of me......" Pan Xing'er grabbed Liu Guilan's hair hard, crying and complaining like a resentful woman.

(See you tomorrow ~ I wish you a happy weekend ~)