He carried Lu Xiaomu to the sofa and put him down.

"Don't drink it."

"Master Li, you have too many things to deal with today, and you have too much physical exertion, and you need to make up for it to support you." Ah Qi said boldly.

Ye Li Ting raised his eyes, and his deep eyes were looking at Shang Qi with kindness.

He still had a serious look on his face.

"You want to die?"

Although he was swearing, it was a little gentle, which was different from the past.

Lin Kun's cheeks were sour.

Only the little one sitting on the sofa was dumbfounded, why didn't she hear the conversation between the three of them?

"Mr. Night, Uncle Seventh has good intentions, he thinks you have worked hard, and he is kind enough to make soup for you, but you still don't drink it? It's so impersonal. Lu Xiaomu pouted.

Why is this guy so cold-blooded?

Ye Liting: "......."

Ah Qi nodded hurriedly.

That's it, Madame is really considerate.

"Madam, Xiao Zhu also made you a tonic soup, it's almost ready."

"Me? Do I have that too? So good, huh? Lu Xiaomu replied dumbly.

The handsome man twisted his eyebrows, little thing, will this head be too simple?

Ah Qi stood behind Ye Li Ting with the soup in his hand, and the noble and cold man just turned a blind eye.

Lu Xiaomu couldn't get used to this kind of thing, so she reached out and brought it to Ah Qi.

Handed it to Ye Liting's eyes.

"Drink? If you don't drink it, I'll drink it! Anyway, I didn't eat enough just now, and it was not bad to smell this soup, after she finished speaking, she served the soup and was about to drink, when a big hand suddenly stretched out, snatched it for her, approached her thin lips, and drank it all.

Lu Xiaomu puffed out his eyes and looked at him, and then pouted.

"Cut, stingy, your ancestors were killed, right?"

Ah Qi smiled, turned around and walked into the kitchen, and Lin Kun was also very interested and hurriedly walked out.

Only Ye Liting and her were left in the living room.

He put down the bowl, took a wet tissue from the coffee table, wiped his thin lips, and attached himself, close to her ear.

"Little thing, drink this thing, you'll regret it."

Lu Xiaomu puffed up his eyes.

"Isn't it just a bowl of broken soup? Regret a hairball! ”

Ye Liting's thin lips rose slightly.

"You made me drink it, don't regret it." He grinned, turned around, and left.

Lu Xiaomu puffed out his eyes, and all that was left on his palm-sized face was innocence, and he was still confused.

"What's this logic? He drank the soup and she regretted it? I'll go, cow break! ”

Ah Qi didn't know where to come from, and hurriedly chased him out to send Li Ye.

The tall man attached himself to the car, and suddenly remembered something and looked back.

"Send her to Lu's house to pick up things, there is no hair, you don't have to come back."

Ah Qi stood up straight in an instant.

"Yes, Master Li."

Seeing the black Maybach leave, Ah Qi twisted his eyebrows and turned around.

He turned around, and the whole person suddenly froze.

Cause.... Because the little one in the living room was holding the bowl that Li Ye had just drunk, drinking the remaining small drop of soup.

Ah Qi was a little crying and laughing.

Lu Xiaomu raised her eyes and saw Ah Qi's appearance that she wanted to cry and laugh, and she showed a cute smile a little embarrassed.

"Hey, this guy, he still dislikes such a delicious soup, and he still says a bunch of nonsense, Uncle Seven, bring me some more?"

Ah Qi supports the forehead.

"Madam, this soup.... It.... It is specially born for men, you are a yang body, and it is not quite appropriate to drink this. ”

Lu Xiaomu rolled her eyes.

"Uncle Seven, when did you become virtuous with your master? It's true that the richer you get, the more you pick. Lu Xiaomu shook his head, got up, went upstairs, and changed his clothes.

Leaving Ah Qi standing in the living room with an innocent face.

Beef deflated soup? Can she drink it? Can you?