Dry your face and walk out.

"Morning, Miss Qi, your breakfast kitchen is ready." She had just gone downstairs and the butler greeted her.

Qiqi smiled lightly, "Thank you." ”

She walked into the dining room, and there was no surprise, and the table was her sweet porridge and eggs as always. Today there was no coffee, but instead of milk, and a bowl of soup to nourish the stomach.

As soon as I sat down and took a few bites, I heard footsteps coming in from outside.

The man from the kitchen came in and prepared another breakfast across from her.

It is also a very light taste.

Each one is delicately presented.

Qiqi's hand holding the spoon tightened a little.

Sure enough, breakfast was set, and Tang Jue came in. Gray pajamas, casually draped over him, luxurious and lazy.

Qiqi just glanced at it, then didn't look again, pretending to eat breakfast seriously. Tang Jue on the other side didn't even look at her. The whole breakfast atmosphere was inexplicably a little stiff. Not to mention the person concerned, even the maids on the side felt inexplicably nervous.

"Miss Qi, young master, is breakfast not to the two of you's appetite?"

The housekeeper came in and saw that the breakfast in front of the two had not been touched much, so he couldn't help but ask. If that's the case, you'll have to let the kitchen adjust the recipe.

Someone finally spoke, breaking the silence, and Qiqi also breathed a sigh of relief. Shaking his head, he smiled at the housekeeper, "No, it's all delicious." I just took the medicine and there was some bitterness in my mouth. ”

Her smile can be revealed to everyone.

But only not to him.

Tang Jue looked at her smiling face at others across a table, and her eyes were a little more gloomy.

Someday, he's going to have to make this chick smile at him all day, and only at him!

"You stay at noon and cook for yourself." He spoke, and as soon as he spoke, it was a commanding tone, not a consultation. Moreover, this was said to Qiqi on the other side.

Qiqi raised his eyes to look at him, a little unclear. The chefs of the Tang family are all chefs, how can they use her?

"Not happy?" Tang Jue slowly put down the tableware in his hand, took a napkin and wiped his lips, every movement was extremely elegant.

Then he leaned back lazily, and the noble son of the noble man showed his attitude, "It's time to settle the interest with you." Aren't you very good at making soup? From now on, make me soup in the kitchen twice a week - butler, let the kitchen prepare the best bullwhip for me now. ”

"What, what?" The butler felt that he must have misheard.

"Bullwhip." Tang Jue calmly repeated these two words, and his chin was towards Qiqi, "Let Qiqi do it herself, she is very good." ”

Qiqi is a little inexplicable. This eldest young master, did you have a bullwhip?

She slowly put the spoon down and looked up at Tang Jue, "I won't do it." ”

"Really?" His voice was light and shallow, as gentle as ever, but it was also sharp, "Do you really not know how to do it, or will you only do it for Mo Xun?" ”

"If you really want to drink it, you can have someone come to my house and bring the rest of the pot of soup. Let the kitchen heat up and drink. ”

As soon as Qiqi's words fell, everyone on the side was dumbfounded.

Miss Qi is right when she says this......

From childhood to adulthood, which one is not the best for the young master to eat and wear? Now, can you drink what other people have left?

After Qiqi's words were finished, he also felt the cold air projected from the opposite side, like a knife.

"What do you mean...... Let me pick up what other men don't want left? Tang Jue finally spoke, the corners of her beautiful lips were filled with a slight sneer, and she looked at her lazily and arrogantly, "Qiqi, I'm afraid you haven't figured out the situation yet-I, Tang Jue, never want others to play with the leftovers." ”

After a pause, he hooked his lips, and the coldness of his whole body diffused, "Especially people!" What I want, whoever dares to touch it, I will make him regret being a man in his life! ”

Qiqi's heart was shocked, thinking of Li Chenghao's abolished hand, and the life that was almost lost, she explained: "Mo Xun and I are not what you think, don't deal with him." ”

"If you talk nonsense in front of me for him, I won't dare to guarantee anything."

Tang Jue's pride is infiltrated into his bones, and there is no room for provocation.

Qiqi didn't want to be involved, so he sighed helplessly and explained quietly: "I won't make that kind of soup." The pot of soup you saw was not stewed by me, it was stewed by Mo Xun's mother and sent over. So...... Don't embarrass me. ”

Her explanation made Tang Jue pause.

Didn't she stew it?

So......

Last night, your temper went wrong?

Tang Jue believed Qiqi's explanation, and the original condensation on his face gradually dissipated, turning into the indifference of the past. But, in the next moment, remembering something, he squinted his eyes again, "You are now living with a man who drinks bullwhip soup every day?" ”

“…… You said it last night, he's not interested in me. Speaking of last night's incident, Qiqi couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved.

Tang Jue's temper came inexplicably, and she was neither reasonable nor knew what 'respect' was, so she didn't want to pay attention to Tang Jue anymore, so she only took a spoon and continued to drink porridge.

On the other side, Tang Jue knew that she was thinking about last night. Looking at the tawny little face, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything about the apology. In the end, he just turned his head and said to the housekeeper: "Forget the bullwhip, don't want it." ”

Butler: "......"

I don't know which play this is singing~

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After that, the two of them were speechless again. Qiqi couldn't stand this silence, and finally put down his chopsticks and walked out of the restaurant. Tang Jue looked at the back, and suddenly lost his appetite completely, put down his chopsticks and followed.

When I walked into the hall, I heard her talking to Tang Song. The voice was soft and soft, like cotton.

"I want to go to work at the magazine office in the afternoon, so can I skip the IV?"

"Well, you can inject it intramuscularly, but the effect will be slower."

"It's okay, I'm in a hurry."

"Okay, you ......"

"What injection did you just say?" Before Tang Song finished speaking, a voice suddenly interjected. Qiqi only felt the man's breath approaching from behind, and he stood behind her, making her breathing tense all of a sudden.

Thinking of last night's incident, I was a little frightened in my heart, biting my lip and not answering his words.

Tang Song replied for her disappreciably: "Intramuscular injection." ”

Tang Jue raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Song coldly, stretched out his long arms, and hugged Qiqi's waist. With a slight force, he pressed her over, let her back lean densely on her chest, and asked lightly and gently: "Where to hit?" ”

Tang Song was shocked by his eyes. In the next moment, he suddenly understood why his face was so ugly.

This intramuscular injection is a spanking!

Dare to love this guy to this extent!

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