A hand gently pulled her to sit next to her, and Lu Jingjing looked at him.

"Give me a drink?"

Raising an eyebrow, she asked.

Gently bowing his head, Ning Changxiao touched her hair with some doting.

"Of course."

"I thought you liked soup......

As he spoke, his voice grew quieter and quieter. He couldn't hear what she was saying, so he quickly leaned his ear over to listen carefully.

"What?"

Glancing at her curiously, Lu Jingjing was a little shy and directly covered his eyes with her hand.

I can't tell him that she is actually going to wash her hands and make soup for him, no matter what she thinks, Lu Jingqing feels very numb.

That's not her style, and she's never done anything like it.

If it weren't for Lu Meili, she wouldn't have thought of thinking about cooking or anything for Ning Changxiao.

"What are you muttering all the time on your own?"

Ning Changxiao gently pinched her earlobe, she suddenly felt numb, a little unable to bear it, and hurriedly grabbed his big hand, panicking.

"It's nothing, you go to eat and rest."

With her hands propped up on the sofa, she was in a hurry to get up, but because he accidentally sat on her skirt, she fell back down, and the soft and elastic sofa shook her a little.

Seeing this, Ning Changxiao hurriedly pulled out her skirt and looked at her apologetically.

"Are you alright?"

He opened his mouth slightly, and when he heard her fall back, his voice was a little loud, as if he had been knocked down.

"It's okay, I'll go back first."

Lu Jingqing, who felt embarrassed, covered her face and hurriedly wanted to leave.

Ning Changxiao looked at her a little helplessly, and as she got up, when he watched her trot and prepare to go upstairs, he strode behind her and grabbed her hand.

"Haven't you eaten yet? Go up again after eating. ”

Staring into her penetrating eyes, he said slowly word by word.

Looking at him, Lu Jingjing was always nervous for no reason, and felt that her heartbeat was gradually accelerating, so she pretended to inadvertently stagger his gaze to avoid looking at him.

With his head down, the little twisted appearance all fell into Ning Changxiao's eyes, which was even more cute.

"Ah, not hungry."

said something against her will, as soon as Lu Jingqing's words were finished, her stomach began to be shortened.

"Gollum—"

Two red clouds immediately appeared on her fair cheeks, and Lu Jingjing covered her stomach in a panic.

"It's all loud, aren't you hungry?"

Ning Changxiao covered his mouth and chuckled, and couldn't help but want to tease her.

glared at him in annoyance, and Lu Jingjing's cheeks turned a little redder.

"Okay, okay, let's go, let's go eat."

Hurriedly stopped laughing, Ning Changxiao didn't dare to continue laughing, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, put his hands in his pockets, and said.

Pouting slightly, Lu Jingjing wanted to refuse, but felt that she would do it if she refused again.

Everyone else knows that they are hungry, so why not just go over it, it's not a thing.

"Oh."

Grabbing the strap of the bag, she was just about to go over, and Ning Changxiao took the bag off her body.

"Do you still bring a bag with you for a meal?"

He smiled softly and placed her bag next to his briefcase.

Lu Jingjing watched his movements, and her heart throbbed.

I don't know why, when I saw the two bags put together, Lu Jingjing had a very real feeling, as if they were both married and lived together.

Standing still and watching, she didn't react to keep up with him.

Ning Changxiao walked a few steps, and saw that she didn't follow, so he came back, like holding a child, holding her hand, afraid that she would get lost, and threw out a few doting and blaming words in his mouth.

"Why don't you leave all of a sudden, go to eat obediently, don't think about skipping meals or anything, you're so thin, you can eat more."

Seeing her walking on the road so thin, Ning Changxiao was afraid that a typhoon would blow her away.

Hearing his words, Lu Jingjing turned her head and immediately argued with him, saying.

"I'm not skinny at all, okay? I am 1.7 meters tall and weigh 100 pounds, which is just the perfect figure. ”

Touching her nose, Lu Jingjing was a little proud.

Although she doesn't have the good-looking skin of Lu Meimei, she has never lost in terms of figure.

Moreover, she stood next to Ning Changxiao, a man of 1.85 meters, and she would not look particularly short, that is, the height of the two people was just right to match, and she couldn't pick out anything.

just fell into Ning Changxiao's eyes, he just felt that she was still too thin.

"It's too thin, eat more."

Ning Changxiao insisted on his own opinion very much, and said.

Lu Jingjing was about to be laughed at by him, she was very helpless, shook her head, but still didn't say anything to refute.

Being praised by a man for being "too thin", and it was said by a man he liked, this feeling is really good, as if he is encouraging himself.

The two of them walked into the restaurant talking and laughing, Lu Meili had already put on an apron, and walked out with the cotton gloves used in the kitchen in both hands, carefully carrying the soup she had boiled.

This soup was prepared when she went to work in the morning, and she deliberately asked the servants to pay more attention to it.

It can be seen that this soup is still very successful, and it is even more difficult for an eldest lady like Lu Meili.

As soon as the lid was lifted, Lu Jingqing could smell the fragrance even if she stood far away.

Lu Meili looked at her finished product happily and proudly, looked up and saw him coming over, and hurriedly went into the kitchen to get a small bowl out.

"Mr. Ning, today's borscht looks particularly delicious, and it is my most successful so far, you have to taste it."

Carefully and with a hint of anticipation, the borscht was brought to him, and Lu Meili was so nervous that she couldn't help but twist her fingers gently.

Lu Jingjing stood aside a little playfully, and she didn't feel very comfortable seeing where Lu Meili was so spineless.

Isn't it just a bowl of borscht? If she wanted to, maybe she could do better.

With her hands around her chest, she couldn't help but raise her chin.

"Hmm."

Ning Changxiao's expression was indifferent, and he returned to his usual appearance in front of outsiders, all his tenderness and touch, as if only Lu Jingqing was given, and there was no second person.

Pulling open the chair next to Ning Changxiao, Lu Jingjing sat down directly next to him.

Seeing this, Lu Meili ran to the opposite side of her, and also followed Ning Changxiao's side.

"You taste it."

Seeing Ning Changxiao pick up the chopsticks, Lu Meili gently pushed her soup in front of him.