In the living room, Fu Qiran looked at the steaming porridge, pressing his stomach with his big hand and his expression indifferent.

His stomach was twitching, protesting to him.

The rice fragrance wafting from the porridge bowl in the air penetrated into Fu Qiran's nose, and that little bit of rice fragrance made the already empty stomach twitch even more frantically.

Fu Qiran's forehead began to break out in cold sweat.

He leaned back on the couch, his big hands pressing harder against his stomach.

Even if it was so uncomfortable, he never touched the bowl of porridge that looked delicious.

Ruan Jiaojiao saw such a scene when she came out of the kitchen after drinking porridge.

The tall and handsome man leaned on the sofa, his slender white hand pressed his stomach tightly, and his pale face was covered with sweat, which slid across the tip of his tall nose, slid into the man's lips, and was finally licked into his mouth weakly.

Ruan Jiaojiao glanced at the porridge that was placed on the table without moving, and a trace of anger flashed on her little face.

She walked over quickly, thinking that she was very serious, but in fact she said with a hint of softness: "Even if you don't eat what I made, you can let Uncle Wang do it, why do you want to toss yourself so much?" ”

As Ruan Jiaojiao spoke, tears began to roll in her eyes.

Grievances, anger, worries and fears all came to her heart, making Ruan Jiaojiao's voice with a hint of crying.

Fu Qiran heard Ruan Jiaojiao's voice, his eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The girl standing in front of him was blushing, and her eyes were like cat pupils shining with tears that he had never seen before, which made people feel soft.

Fu Qiran licked his lips, with a hint of salty sweat stimulating his senses, accompanied by the smell of rice in the air, which made his whole person even weaker.

"You ......" Fu Qiran struggled to spit out a word.

Ruan Jiaojiao heard Fu Qiran speak, and quickly rubbed her eyes and withdrew her tears.

"What do you want to eat? I'll ask Uncle Wang to make it for you. ”

Fu Qiran looked at Ruan Jiaojiao, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

"Uncle Wang?"

Ruan Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, and explained in a daze: "It's Chef Wang......"

Of course, Fu Qiran knew who Uncle Wang Ruan Jiaojiao was talking about, but he didn't expect that she would call Chef Wang that.

Didn't she look down on these people the most in the past?

Fu Qiran lowered his eyes and covered the emotions in his eyes.

"No need." He said coldly.

Ruan Jiaojiao was anxious all of a sudden, "How can you do it without eating?" No, you have to eat! ”

Her words sounded strong, but with her delicate voice with a faint hint of crying, it seemed like a coquette.

Fu Qiran's eyes were slightly downcast, and he looked at Ruan Jiaojiao and said, "You feed me porridge." ”

As soon as the words came out, Fu Qiran regretted it.

He didn't know why he said such a sentence, but at that moment just now, he just wanted to suppress all Ruan Jiaojiao's softness and make her no longer aggrieved.

Fu Qiran pursed his lips, the words had been spoken, and it was impossible to take them back.

Besides, he didn't want to admit that he seemed to have a little bit of expectation that Ruan Jiaojiao would feed him.

Fu Qiran, who realized this, looked even worse.

Fortunately, Ruan Jiaojiao didn't notice Fu Qiran's face at this time, she was happy that he was finally going to eat.

Ruan Jiaojiao picked up the bowl, scooped up a small half spoonful of rice porridge, blew it and sent it to Fu Qiran's mouth.

Fu Qiran tilted his head slightly, and said in an indifferent voice: "You take a bite, I take a bite." ”