Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming didn't rush to ask anything, they just quietly watched the young man sitting there embarrassed and slightly decadent.

The whole person seemed to be sucked out of his spirit by something, and he completely lost his familiar and enthusiastic appearance in the past.

This made Feng Yin a little more worried in her heart, and she couldn't help but look at Zhang Yiming inquiringly.

The latter shook his head slightly, signaling her not to worry.

It didn't take long for Lin to bring the freshly cooked noodles, and there were two poached eggs lying on them.

Ding Zhenfang was actually very hungry, but he didn't have much appetite.

It really hit him a little hard this time, so big that he doubted life.

"If you want to cheapen others, leave my house immediately, I don't want anyone to starve to death in my house."

The young man Fengyin was like this, and he didn't say anything to comfort him, but said this emotionless sentence lightly.

Ding Zhenyu, who was originally lifeless, was slightly stunned and looked at Feng Yin uneasily.

I saw that her expression was indifferent, and she looked at herself coldly.

No, it should be said that she was looking at the bowl of noodles on the table.

The look in his eyes seemed to say, "It's a waste to give such a good thing to someone who doesn't want to live." ”

Seeing the potential meaning of Feng Yin, Ding Zhenyu couldn't help but be stunned again.

Zhang Yiming looked at Feng Yin worriedly: "Don't be angry, lady, if he doesn't want to eat, let's eat that noodles." ”

Feng Yin got up and walked into the house, her tone casual: "At night, I don't want to eat so much, I can't sleep well." ”

"It's really not good, you can take it out and share it with your sons, anyway, young people have a big appetite, and eating two more bites won't get in the way."

Zhang Yiming hurriedly got up and followed: "Okay, send you back to the house for your husband and then ask a few boys to share the food." ”

The couple left the guest in the hall and went back to the room by themselves.

Ding Zhencai looked at the back of the two leaving: "......" No, what do you mean, uncle?

I didn't see that people were sad and sad like this, why didn't anyone comfort them.

No, I don't want to be starved to death after cheapening others.

The young man retracted his gaze, looked at the steaming and fragrant noodles on the table viciously, picked up the chopsticks as if he were looking at the enemy, and stuffed them into his mouth with a big gulp.

Then he chewed hard, as if he wanted to bite the enemy to pieces.

The movement behind him did not escape the observation of Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming.

The couple didn't close the door when they entered the house, but they stopped in front of the cabinet and smiled silently.

But they were not in a hurry to go out to see the boy, so as not to embarrass the young man who was finally willing to eat.

Feng Yin leaned into the man's ear and whispered, "You say, the Ding family won't really have a man next to them as you guessed, right?" ”

The warm breath sprayed on his face, and Zhang Yiming only felt a crispy numbness and itching sensation in his ears.

The skin was slightly tight, the hair brushed up, and the hot sensation began to spread from the ears, causing an abnormal flush.

Zhang Yiming felt that his face must be red.

He coughed unnaturally, trying not to lose his temper too much.

He also leaned into her ear and replied: "This, who knows?" When that kid recovers, we'll just ask. ”

Feng Yin's heart was slightly protruding, and she shrunk her neck uncomfortably, and her old face turned hot and red.

She hurriedly took half a step back, widened the distance between herself and the man, and quietly observed his expression.

When she found that everything was normal with the man, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and pretended that nothing had happened: "Do you say he will tell us?" ”

"We only have a few sides with him, and we haven't reached the point where we can trust each other."