Murong Jiu took out a few small dishes one by one, put them in front of Ye Qinghuan, and handed her the dishes and chopsticks, with a gentle smile on the corner of his lips: "Eat slowly." ”

Ye Qinghuan glanced at him strangely, and muttered slightly in her heart: Did she see it wrong? Why do you think that he seems to have something to do when he goes out this time?

The protest sound from his stomach made Ye Qinghuan temporarily dispel the idea of asking, and it was important to fill his stomach first.

So, she quickly ate it with relish.

Murong Jiu kept looking at her with gentle eyes, but she didn't know how uncomfortable Murong Jiu was in her heart at the moment, and she couldn't destroy the world with hatred!

If so...... I'm afraid that Murong Jiu will also do it.

"Has Uncle Nine eaten it?" Ye Qinghuan was probably tired and confused in the past few days, and only when he was half-full did he raise his head and ask a question.

Does she care too little about him? That's why he kept watching her eat it, waiting for her to come and ask him if he had eaten it.

"I've eaten it." Murong Jiu lied without changing his face, at this moment, where was he in the mood to eat......

"Really?" Ye Qinghuan is obviously not so easy to bluff, Fang Cai is hungry and panicked, he has been tired and panicked in the past few days, his strength has not recovered and his mind is dazed, his stomach is almost full at this time, so he has the time to look at Murong Jiu's expression.

Her intuition told her that her man had something on his mind, and it was a very bad thing.

Otherwise...... He wouldn't deliberately hide it from her?

"Drank two bowls of porridge." Murong Jiu knew that the little girl was not so easy to bluff, so the evil charm smiled and pointed to her thin little body: "If you eat Huanhuan, you will be full, where can you eat a lot." ”

Embarrassment!

Ye Qinghuan's cheeks were slightly red, but he glanced at Murong Jiu again: "Don't look left about him!" Think you'll let you go if you tease me like this? ”

After saying that, she put down the dishes and chopsticks, and hooked her finger towards Murong Jiu: "Come here, Uncle Jiu." ”

The little sensationalism was full, Murong Jiu's eyes darkened slightly, and his throat suddenly felt a little dry.

But then he thought of what had happened to her that night, and he forced down an evil fire, and sat down next to her in silence.

"Tell me, what is Uncle Nine hiding from me?" Ye Qinghuan didn't use his lips anymore, he asked in a hoarse voice, and his hands firmly grasped Murong Jiu's arm, as if he could see what was on his mind as soon as he moved.

Murong Jiu remained motionless for a moment before he said, "Huanhuan, you have a bad voice, Uncle Jiu will tell you in a few days, okay?" ”

Or, she could use her lips, in short, listening to her voice, he panicked.

"What hardships haven't this girl suffered? Uncle Nine inevitably underestimated me too much. Ye Qinghuan hooked her lips and smiled, disapproving: "In short, if Uncle Nine doesn't tell me the truth today, I will keep asking." ”

Where is she so delicate? I've been using lips before, but I'm afraid of seeing his self-reproachful look.

Since he seemed to have encountered some trouble when he went out, how could she still be silent according to him?

She is one with him, and she has to bear things together.

Murong Jiu finally raised his eyes to look at Ye Qinghuan, and then, shaken by the thick emotion in her eyes, he grabbed her wrist and took it into his arms, and the uneasiness in his heart erupted.

"Huanhuan...... I've never been so scared......" The dignified eight-foot man, hugging his beloved girl, the male voice that has always been mellow and intoxicating, actually choked slightly.