Leng Xue hurriedly turned around, glanced at Mu Xiaoai, and signaled not to.

"Mu Xiaoai, you dare to talk to me like this, am I too used to you, you are getting bolder" Sikong Jue stepped in front of Mu Xiaoai's eyes and trapped her firmly in his arms, although his tone was cold, he was a little doting.

Seeing this, the cold snow quietly receded.

"It's my fault, why did you punish her?" Mu Xiaoai hid in Sikong Jue's arms and said softly.

"If she doesn't kill fish with a silver needle, can you get hurt?" Sikong Jue's voice sounded coldly above her head.

Killing fish with a silver needle?

Mu Xiaoai glanced at the fish on the table in shock, and then remembered that the two of them were in the supermarket, and seeing that she was not talking, Sikong Jue took her fingers and looked at them, put them in her mouth, and sucked them.

Belch! Mu Xiaoai was stunned, a trace of warmth slowly spread from the tips of her fingers, Mu Xiaoai hurriedly wanted to retract her hand, but she was clenched tighter by Sikong Jue.

The man in front of him was handsome, his brows were furrowed, his thin lips were slightly open, he was the perfect idol that countless women dreamed of, but she could never see what he was thinking in his heart.

In the living room, Leng Xue's back trembled slightly, and a blood-red scar on it oozed blood, staining the clothes on her back, and she stood to report Mu Xiaoai's itinerary today.

When he heard that Mu Xiaoai met Qin Mufeng in the supermarket, Sikong Jue's eyes tightened, and the words behind him made his whole body exude a cold chill, and he waved his hand to signal Leng Xue to retreat.

Got up and walked into the restaurant, Mu Xiaoai had already set up a simple home-cooked meal, full of color, flavor and flavor, and her appetite increased greatly when she looked at it, Mu Xiaoai walked to the kitchen with a bowl of soup and glanced at Sikong Jue who was standing.

"It's time to eat!" Mu Xiaoai put the soup on the table, looked up at Sikong Jue in front of him and said.

"Hmm!" Sikong Jue coldly agreed, and then sat on the main seat.

"Have you seen Qin Mufeng?" Sikong's expression was indifferent, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy, and a pair of cold and sparkling eyes approached Mu Xiaoai.

Mu Xiaoai, who walked to the door of the kitchen, took a pause, she guessed that Leng Xue would sue Sikong Jue, but what did this man mean by asking? She turned her head slowly and nodded.

"Has anyone warned you that I don't like to be touched?" Sikong Jue coldly looked at the home-like meal on the table and picked up the chopsticks.

It is undeniable that this woman's craftsmanship is very good, although the simple meals are not as exquisite as the hotel dishes, and the taste is occasionally light, but it is not greasy, and it has the original taste of vegetables in the mouth.

It's okay not to mention it, but when you mention Mu Xiaoai, you get angry, something? Is she something? Rolling her eyes, she greeted Sikong Jue's ancestors for the eighteen generations in her heart, and then nodded like a teachable little daughter-in-law.

"Leng Xue said it!"

"Hmm!" Sikong Jue snorted, and then didn't speak again, just ate the delicious meal.

Well? Uh-huh, wool, uh-huh! Mu Xiaoai sighed to herself that people had to bow their heads under the eaves, and muttered in a low voice: "People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden." People are not rich without windfalls, and horses are not fertile without weeds. ”

Although Mu Xiaoai's voice was very small, it still reached Sikong Jue's ears, and the corners of his mouth twitched, with an evil smile.

"Are you complaining that I can't feed you?"

Mu Xiaoai glanced at Sikong Jue suspiciously, and only reacted after a few seconds, what did the words in Sikong Jue's mouth mean, her face turned red, the two got along very shortly, but they lived in harmony, and Sikong Jue never forced her to do anything.

"If you feel wronged, I can let you ride it tonight!" Sikong Jue's eyes were full of evil laughter.