Fang Mengxuan quietly approached Wan Qi Yunmu: "What, what does Bixin mean?"

Wan Qijingshu considered the words for a while, and then spoke: "It means liking, and it is generally used to express a person's love for another."

"Oh, that's it, Second Uncle Bixin."

Fang Mengxuan had the original expression, and then he was learning and selling.

Wan Qi Jingshu: "You are mistaken, I am Qian'er's second uncle, and Qian'er is your uncle."

So what do you call me, you can see for yourself, it can't be the second uncle anyway.

Fang Mengxuan: It's really a disappointment!

And Wan Qi Yunqian's side, she was picking out those good-looking meats, and gave them to Wan Qi Yunmu, Gong Chenjin, Mo Feibai, and later gave Wan Qi Jingshu a piece.

Originally, seeing that Wan Qian Yunqian had sandwiched a piece of search between the four of them, Fang Mengxuan thought that everyone had it, and he was a little embarrassed to come at first, but then he was looking forward to it.

Then he saw that after Wan Qi Yunqian sandwiched the meat for Wan Qi Jingshu, the next piece of meat went into her own bowl, and the next piece of meat also went into her own bowl, until the fourth piece of meat that Wan Qian Yunqian continued to clip was put into her own bowl, Fang Mengxuan couldn't help it.

"Why didn't I?"

Listening to the tone of the accusation, it seems to be very aggrieved.

His words were so loud that everyone looked at him.

Wan Qiyun said faintly: "I'll clip it for you, do you dare to eat?"

Do you dare to eat it?

Do you dare to eat it?

Eat?

Is it?

……

Fang Mengxuan sadly found that if Wan Qian Yunqian really clamped him, under the sight of several bigwigs, he really didn't dare to eat it.

Woooooo It's so sad!

Then after a few glances, Fang Mengxuan worriedly sandwiched a piece of braised pork and ate it quickly with his head down.

Boom, don't look at me! Can't I clip myself myself?

"Okay, let's eat it while it's hot, his food is still pretty good."

Wan Qiyun saw that few people were moving chopsticks, so he came out of the round field and sandwiched a piece of chicken with meat for himself.

It's delicious~

At the same time, the game was over, and in a private room in the guest house, Wang Pingyi stood in front of a man with a mask with his neck brunched, and peeked at it from time to time.

"Don't look at me, it's your own, they will definitely come a second time when they come to the neighborhood, what about them?"

The male rao's voice didn't sound like there was any ups and downs, if it weren't for the third time he asked, Wang Pingyi wouldn't have heard the anger in it.

Wang Pingyi craned his neck and replied, "Yes, that's how it is under normal circumstances."

The man turned his head, and the silver-white mask was engraved with red patterns, which inexplicably added a bit of evil charm to him because of the light.

"You, what about you?"

"Isn't it too early? They don't have to eat right now! And...... They don't have to come and stay at this time!"

Wang Pingyi was about to cry under the gaze of the man.

"It's yours, they come once and they come a second time."

The man stepped forward, his voice with a bit of gloom, and he was dressed in a purple robe, outlining his slender and upright figure.

Wang Pingyi is really suffering now, and he can't wait to give himself a few big mouths.

Why do you have to brag in front of him? I still want to bring those people, but now it's okay, what if this person doesn't listen to the explanation?

He's definitely coming back once, but it's not like he's going to come back next! How on earth would he explain that he would listen?