She exhaled and patted her little face: "My fan, hurry up, bring it to fan me, it's so hot." ”

Shui Ruo smiled and said: "I don't feel hot, it must be that the young lady is not pure in thought, thinking about something, and she is ashamed of herself." ”

Ning Jiao glared at her fiercely: "You talk a lot." ”

At dinner in the evening, it was Guan Xiang who came to call her, and the person who came seemed to know that she was going to sleep in the Shulan Pavilion tonight, and the look in her eyes was very meaningful.

Ning Jiao thought, obviously she was just a little maid for Song Chumo in the past, why did everyone think that she was going to sleep.

She was a little depressed, and when she went out with Guan Xiang, she looked back at Shui Ruo, pointed to the house, and motioned for her to pack her things.

Song Chumo didn't say how long she lived there, but he did say the word "move", and it should have been a few days.

But they are all in the same house, and the distance is not very far, you can come back every day to change clothes or something, Ning Jiao only asked Shui Ruo to clean up the clothes for her that night.

When she arrived at the dining hall, Song Chumo had been waiting for her for a long time.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, Ning Jiao was about to salute him with a smile on his face, when he saw the man pull open the chair next to him.

His slender and white fingers spread out, patted on the chair, and his voice was clear and slow, and he said like flowing water: "Sit." You don't need to bow when you see me in the future. ”

Ning Jiao was also troublesome to salute, and when she heard him say this, she went over and sat down directly.

Song Chumo is used to eating and sleeping silently, and Ning Jiao doesn't talk much.

When the two of them were eating, he didn't speak, and Ning Jiao wouldn't take the initiative to find a topic.

After eating a meal, the conversation between the two people was only five sentences, and Song Chumo saw which dish she ate more, so he asked her if she liked it, and Ning Jiao naturally nodded.

When it was dark, dinner was finally over.

Ning Jiao ate too much, her belly was bulging, and she deliberately stood up, as if she was pregnant.

She reached out and touched her little belly, patted it gently, and looked at the man beside her with a bit of resentment in her eyes: "Does the prince like to feed others for dinner?" ”

During the meal, the man saw which dish she ate a lot, asked her if she liked it, and after making sure that she liked it, he kept picking up dishes for her.

Ning Jiao was full and wanted to refuse, but she looked very interested in him, worried that she would be unhappy if she rejected someone.

What is his temper, although the two of them have not had direct contact a few times in their previous lives, they have heard a lot from others, so they can only endure it.

Later, I couldn't help it, so I called it off, and he didn't give her food.

Song Chumo glanced at her bulging little belly, with a smile in his eyes, and his tone was meaningful: "I don't like it, I have to pick someone." ”

The corners of Ning Jiao's mouth twitched: So what does he mean by this, just because the other party is himself, he is willing to feed him like this??

But she really didn't want to be fed by him at all.

If he continues to feed her like this, within a month, her weight will definitely rise like crazy and become a little fat.

"Don't want to be fed?" Seeing her very unhappy appearance at Xiaozui, Song Chumo asked.

Ning Jiao gave him a "what do you say" look, pursed her lips and replied, "It will get fat." ”

Would she care about this?

The man raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but it was only a moment, and then he laughed again, and a soft light bloomed in his dark and deep eyes, shaking Ning Jiao's head dizzy.