Ruan Jiaojiao wandered around the kitchen and left.

At six o'clock in the evening, Fu Qiran came to the dining table from the study.

A bowl of chicken soup and a small bowl of rice were tested in front of him with the world's top precision instruments.

Ruan Jiaojiao stood aside, watching the bowl of steaming chicken soup turn cold, and the little oil and water floating on the soup also condensed together, making people look no appetite at all.

But Fu Qiran seemed to be used to such things, and drank chicken soup without changing his face.

Fu Qiran only took two sips and stopped.

His eyes fell on Ruan Jiaojiao, and he said in a deep voice, "Come here." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao blinked and walked over in small steps.

"Sit down." Fu Qiran said again.

Ruan Jiaojiao obediently sat beside Fu Qiran.

Fu Qiran saw that Ruan Jiaojiao was so well-behaved, and there was a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Housekeeper, let the kitchen prepare a dinner for her." Fu Qiran said.

The old butler took the order, and in a few minutes, he brought out a bowl of chicken soup and a small bowl of rice.

"Eat." Fu Qiran said coldly.

Ruan Jiaojiao picked up the spoon and took a sip of chicken soup, the full aroma of chicken with an indescribable fragrance, the warm chicken soup ran down her throat, moisturizing her body.

This should be the right way to drink chicken soup. Ruan Jiaojiao thought about it, and couldn't help but glance at Fu Qiran's chicken soup that had been cold.

She thought for two seconds and said cautiously, "Would you like to try some hot chicken soup?" Very delicious. ”

Fu Qiran looked at her coldly and didn't speak.

Ruan Jiaojiao swallowed her saliva, and although she was a little scared, she still said, "I...... We can have a bowl, and if anything happens, I'll ...... I'm with you. ”

Fu Qiran sneered, "Who do you think you are?" Can your life be worth as much as me? ”

Ruan Jiaojiao was stunned for a few seconds, and after a few seconds, she lowered her head and stopped talking.

She drank her chicken soup silently, and some long bangs covered her eyes, making it impossible to see the emotions in her eyes.

Fu Qiran pursed his lips tightly, and a trace of irritability flashed between his eyebrows.

He looked at Ruan Jiaojiao's side face, and his face, which originally had a hint of his daughter's redness, didn't know when it had been dyed a little pale.

Fu Qiran's mind suddenly flashed with a hint of spring in the bathroom last night. The gesture of love, that delicate and soft appearance, is really pitiful.

"Ruan Jiaojiao." Fu Qiran suddenly spoke.

Ruan Jiaojiao looked up at Fu Qiran, her cat-pupil-like eyes seemed to be a little red.

Fu Qiran's heart softened suddenly.

"Feed me." He heard himself say that.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyes lit up, and a sweet smile appeared on her face.

"Good~"

Ruan Jiaojiao blinked, the chicken soup accidentally got into her eyes just now, and she didn't dare to rub it, and she didn't know if it was red.

But it doesn't hurt, it shouldn't be red, right?

Ruan Jiaojiao thought uncertainly, and at the same time scooped up a small half spoonful of chicken soup and fed it to Fu Qiran's mouth.

The chicken soup that was still steaming was fed into Fu Qiran's mouth, and he took it in his mouth for a while, and then swallowed it slowly.

There is really a difference between hot chicken broth and cold chicken broth.

The warm feeling is as if to melt away the deep cold.

Fu Qiran's eyes flashed slightly, and his eyes that looked at Ruan Jiaojiao were dyed with some different colors.

"Ruan Jiaojiao." You provoked me first.