Li Mengqi already had persecution delusions at this time, and felt that her life was bleak.

It's just that she didn't use her brain to think about it, if Jingming really forced her to get up and cook, why would she get into the quilt. With Jing Ming's temperament of always empathizing with the people he comes into contact with, where would he do such a difficult thing for a strong man.

Most obviously, does Jingming need to eat?

The relationship between the two is forcefully brought closer to the level of intimate contact. After the passion, is it embarrassing?

When we met, he had to say something. How else can you say hello?

Hello, what a coincidence, you are also in the bed?

Isn't that appropriate, and if you sleep with someone, you can still act as if nothing happened?

As for the sweet words and comforting words, if Jing Ming can say it, he will not be 25 years old without an object.

Of course, it's not that I don't know what to say about the so-called sweet words, there are so many books that Jing Ming has read stacked up in a room, and there is nothing in them.

It's better to let him say that kind of thing than to let him die, and he won't be able to open his mouth at all. Sensational or something, women feel comfortable and useful, but in Jingming's opinion, it is the most disgusting, it sounds good, how can it be done?

Married for a lifetime, isn't it more useful than saying anything?

Li Mengqi took care of her sadness, thinking that her first time was taken away by this kind of person who didn't know how to be considerate at all, she almost burst into tears, and she didn't want to deal with him at all.

No matter how many people chased her, she couldn't succeed, did she really have a place in Jingming's heart?

Li Mengqi ignored herself, and Jingming continued to provoke: "You really don't plan to cook?"

As he spoke, the whole person was wrapped around like an octopus. Feel the creamy indulgence and silky smoothness.

Jing Ming was immediately impulsive again.

It's just that the sage mode has not been long ago, and there is no longer the urgency of the first time to succeed.

Jingming's bully pressed step by step, and Li Mengqi was finally forced to cry, struggled, and refused viciously.

"Don't do it! Woo woo, I won't do it if you kill me!"

Jing Ming hugged her tighter, not letting her move, for fear of hooking up the fire again.

Crying is a sign of weakness, and when this cry comes out, Li Mengqi can't hold back, so she has something to say, crying and saying at the same time.

"You can't do this to me, why!"

The corners of Jing Ming's mouth imperceptibly outlined an arc, and he was finally satisfied.

Before this, Li Mengqi would never talk to him in this tone, there is a wall between the two, and she has always been neither humble nor arrogant.

Even if Jingming slept with her, she dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak.

Before sleeping with her, it was normal for her to have such an attitude, Jingming's attitude was not clear, and she didn't know where to put herself at all.

But after Jing Ming had a relationship with her, if she still didn't dare to speak in front of Jing Ming, it could really only be an inflatable doll.

What Jingming wants is not an inflatable doll, but a flesh-and-blood person, an equal other half. A person who does not lose himself in front of himself because of his extraordinary ability.

Why are there so many harems? It's not because women have lost themselves.

The personal positioning is found by himself, and it is not that everything has to be said by Jing Ming to count.

Jing Ming wanted Li Mengqi to find her own position, because he only needed one. If Li Mengqi can't put herself in an equal position, what's the use of Jingming respecting her?

Li Mengqi just felt that she was persecuted, and Jingming bullied her again and again.

If she kept silent, it was because she thought she was an inflatable doll. I can't blame others.

Jing Ming forced her to do something, Jing Ming didn't have to eat at all. It's like asking over and over again, are you an inflatable doll?

This ugly face, others want to punch it when they see it.

Li Mengqi also thought about it, but she didn't dare what you could do, and Jingming couldn't fight for her.

"Can't do this to you? What do you think I can do to you?"

"I, I, I ......"

Li Mengqi and I have been for a long time, I didn't come out for a reason, saying that Jing Ming was used to pampering herself, and she couldn't say anything.

"I'm not going to cook anyway, what's wrong with you? ”

Fortunately, after Li Mengqi cried, his mentality was relaxed a lot, and he was also open-minded, and he secretly decided that he must learn to refuse, and in the future, all Jingming's unreasonable requests will not be discussed.

Dare to refuse, is a manifestation of the closer relationship between the two.

The two bodies are tightly together, Li Mengqi put on an expression that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, it is also so good-looking, looking at her expression, Jingming feels like she has been drugged, and she will not be able to hold it anymore, and she can't help but want to do it again.

"Lazy woman. ”

Jing Ming pretended to look disgusted, got up and dressed and left, hiding his emotions.

"I'm lazy. ”

Li Mengqi showed a pair of eyes from the quilt, not ashamed. In her heart, Jing Ming didn't know that it would be inconvenient for a woman to get up after the first time.

Jing Ming snorted and walked out of the room.

Leaving Li Mengqi lying on the bed complacent, feeling that he had won a big victory, Jing Ming was nothing great, and he couldn't do anything to himself if he said no.

Came to the living room and found someone in the kitchen on fire.

Jing Ming walked in and saw that it was actually Jing's father, holding chopsticks and stirring at the soup pot.

Jing Ming said with a look of surprise.

"Ah...... Dad, what are you doing?"

"You're blind, can't you see what you're cooking?"

Father Jing replied draggedly.

"No, why didn't I know you still had this skill?"

The tradition left by the ancestors is that women cook, men eat, and gentlemen cook far away.

Other people's families don't know, anyway, in Jingming's family, the man definitely doesn't cook, only eats.

Jing Ming is like this, Jing Father is like this, and Jing Father Jing is also like this.

"What's so hard about cooking, just look at it. "Father Jing is extremely confident.

When Jing Ming heard this, he felt that his father's words were reasonable.

"What are you doing?" Jing Ming was curious.

"Noodle soup. ”

Jing Ming didn't ask any more. Father Jing asked him instead: "What's the matter, is that girl up?" ”

"No, lying down...... No, Dad, you're too lenient. ”

"Uh......" Father Jing's face was also unnatural: "Okay, okay, I don't care, you can go and bring a bowl of soup in a while." ”

"No...... No need, right?" Jing Ming hesitated, wondering if that would be very faceless.

"What's the matter, do you understand women, this kid?" Father Jing was displeased.

I don't understand, you understand, right?

Jing Ming rolled his eyes, but he didn't excuse himself, just a bowl of soup, and it wasn't a big deal.

Wait until Jing's father's noodles are boiled, put a bowl of them, and urge Jing Ming to hurry up, as if what he made is really delicious in the world, and others are rare.

Jingming had some periods of Ai Ai Di all the way to Gong to Li Mengqi's bedside.

Jing Ming went and returned with a bowl in his hand, which made Li Mengqi's heart pass a little strange, but he was still hypocritical.

"What's that?"

Jing Ming put the dishes and chopsticks on the bedside table, and said expressionlessly: "Soup noodles, get up and eat." ”

Li Mengqi sat up wrapped in the quilt, looked at her food in surprise, and picked up a few noodles in the water with chopsticks.

What a terrible word.

Boiled noodles in white water, water is water, noodles are noodles, and there are one or two drops of sesame oil floating on the water, and there is salt in it.

"You call this soup noodles, don't you know how to make some noodles!" Li Mengqi didn't want to eat it.

"Well, you wait a minute, and say it again. Jing Ming took out his mobile phone to leave evidence for the recording, planning to use it to shame his father's face in the future.

Looking at the mobile phone in front of him, the recording function was turned on, and Li Mengqi immediately became vigilant.

"What are you doing?"

"How is this noodle soup done, you say it again. Jing Ming instigated.

Li Mengqi had a hint of realization in her heart, afraid that this meal was not from Jing Ming's hand. That's Zhang Fu? No, Zhang Fu's cooking skills are very good, Li Mengqi has tasted it. It's not Zhang Fu, that's ......

In an instant, Li Mengqi had already guessed eight or nine.

"This noodle soup is made ......"

Jing Ming looked at her expectantly.

"It's really delicious in the world!" Li Mengqi praised this bowl of noodles with all his praise, making Jingming's expectations disappointed.

"Yes, you're not fooled. Jing Ming stupidly deleted the recorded audio, if people listen to this kind of falsehood, they will have studs in their ears!

Li Mengqi sneered and was silent, it was too low-end.

But if you want to leave a record, you must say good things, this is the basic principle of life, maybe one day it will be revealed to the public.

Li Mengqi looked at the bowl of noodles in front of her and said curiously: "Is this really made by your father?"

"Nonsense, if you want me to do it, can I do it at this level?" Jing Ming replied disdainfully.

Li Mengqi sneered: "What level are you?"

Jing Ming was speechless, and he knew that the soup noodles needed to be thickened.

"You don't care, the bowl is here, do you like to eat it or not, don't eat it and throw it out. ”

Leaving such a sentence, Jing Ming turned to leave, and then quietly turned around outside the door, using the perspective ability to look at Li Mengqi through the door.

I saw Li Mengqi stunned for a while, and then she carefully picked up the bowl, picked up a few noodles, and sucked them up.

Jing Ming's heart was inexplicably moved.

Shimizu noodles have two meanings.

Jing Ming smiled indifferently and walked upstairs with brisk steps.