At this point,

Song Meiyue, who was held by Jiang Qi on the back of her hand, felt that she was about to suffocate, this experience was similar to the last time she was dragged into his arms, although in terms of physical feelings, it did not reach the level of being unable to extricate herself, but this was already very shameful.

She didn't dare to move... The body seemed to be out of the control of the brain, and Jiang Qi held his little hand, slowly falling and slowly lifting, his cold face glowed with a faint flush, and it all spread to his neck.

"Generally, there are two more popular cutting methods, the first is the straight knife cutting method, the knife and the raw materials should be vertical, directly cut the raw materials, and the focus of the knife is at the front end of the knife; In the second method, the knife is perpendicular to the raw material, and the knife pattern enters the raw material and immediately pushes the knife forward. ”

Jiang Qi controlled Song Meiyue's hand and said softly: "The first one is suitable for cutting shredded potatoes, shredded green bamboo shoots, shredded cucumbers, and other vegetables, and the second is suitable for cutting softer raw materials, such as sliced meat or mustard, in short, whatever you like, you can use whichever you want." ”

Words fall,

Letting go of someone's delicate and soft hand, he asked seriously, "Is the study wasted?" ”

However, in the face of Jiang Qi's inquiry, Song Meiyue's consciousness had not yet returned to her mind, she stood in place in a daze, and when she completely reacted, she did not rush to answer someone's question, but turned her hot and crimson cheeks to the side in a hurry, in case someone on the side saw her embarrassment.

Is it intentional?

Or was it just unintentional?

Song Meiyue, who forcibly calmed herself down, tried hard to think about the question in front of her, but no matter what kind of answer she gave, she couldn't meet a certain expectation in her heart, maybe... All the answers were just his own imagination, not from his mouth.

"Aunt Song?"

"Are you alright? How do you cut a vegetable and cut yourself to yourself? Jiang Qi looked at Song Meiyue, who was stunned in place, because she turned her head sideways, she couldn't see the expression on her face, and hurriedly said, "Why don't you go out first?" Sit on the sofa and think about how to chop vegetables, and when you understand it, you can continue to cut it next time. ”

"Hmm..."

Song Meiyue responded stiffly, hurriedly put down the kitchen knife in her hand, and fled the scene in a hurry, leaving Jiang Qi standing alone in the kitchen.

Looking at her appearance of fleeing in a hurry, Jiang Qi couldn't help but smile, picked up the kitchen knife dropped by someone, and skillfully cut the cabbage that had been washed, and the previous fragments kept flashing in his mind, unbelievable... That hand didn't look like a thirty-one-year-old woman at all, and it felt like an eighteen-year-old girl's hands were not as delicate and smooth as hers.

It's hard to top...

This woman is really terrifying, not to mention how the unique temperament of that mature woman is on her, the skin... It's like the delicacy of an eighteen-year-old girl, is this the legendary... What are the types of sweet and sweet?

It's simply the ceiling of pure desire.

meanwhile

Song Meiyue sat on the sofa, she seemed to be calm on the outside, but deep down she was already turbulent, and the feeling of being held by someone just now seemed to have touched her soul by him, and she inadvertently plucked the most fragile string, and the aftermath stirred all the cells in her body.

He did it on purpose... He must have done it on purpose!

This man still can't resist my charm... To use such a means to... to take advantage of others.

Bad!

Very bad... Necrotic!

Song Meiyue insisted that someone's action just now was deliberate, she definitely didn't believe that it was an unintentional move, it must have been a long-planned act, and in an instant... The cold and delicate face was slightly annoyed, angry, helpless and a little... It's not enough.

Belch...

His hands were quite big and rough, and the feeling of being held in his hands was a little... Practical.

Thinking of this,

Song Meiyue grabbed the headrest on the side, hugged it tightly in her arms, rested her head on it, and pressed her jaw firmly against the headrest... His eyes wandered as he looked at the phone on the coffee table, thinking crankily and wondering what he was thinking.

...

...

Dinner was simple,

However, the original plan was to have three dishes and one soup, but in the end, it was four dishes and one soup, one of which was a cold dish.

Song Meiyue, who ate Qianlong cabbage for the first time, was instantly conquered by this Beijing-style cold dish, although the ingredients, techniques, and shapes are very ordinary, and they cannot be compared with other dishes at all, but they can be eaten in the mouth that is fresh and refreshing, sweet and sour appetizing... made Song Meiyue want to stop.

I don't know how long it took, several dishes on the table were wiped out, and at this time, Jiang Qi brought a watermelon from the kitchen, ready to bring himself and her some after-dinner fruit.

"Is this melon ripe?" Song Meiyue asked casually while elegantly wiping the corners of her mouth with a tissue.

"Look at what you said... Will I still let you eat raw melon eggs? Talking and laughing, Jiang Qi split the watermelon in front of him, then skillfully cut the melon, sent one petal to someone, picked up the other one by himself, and nibbled frantically.

Compared with Jiang Qi, who eats ginseng fruit in Bajie, Song Meiyue is much more elegant, interpreting the temperament of a noble lady to the extreme.

"Do you want more?"

Jiang Qi saw Song Meiyue finish eating the watermelon in her hand, and asked her casually.

"Nope."

"If you eat too much at night, you will gain weight." Song Meiyue took out a tissue, gently wiped her mouth, and then looked at him gobbling up, revealing an imperceptible tenderness between her eyebrows, if it was another man who ate like this, he would be a little disgusted, but if it was Jiang Qi, he would think it was good.

"Are you sure you have enough money?" Song Meiyue said absentmindedly: "Tell me the truth." ”

"Don't worry, it's enough." Jiang Qi casually picked up another watermelon and said while nibbling: "I still have a lot of savings." ”

Song Meiyue frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Generally, married men have private money, and you have never been married... How can I still have private money? ”

Words fall,

Pursed his lips and asked casually, "How many?" ”

"What?"

"Are you a spy sent by my mother?" Jiang Qi rolled his eyes and said seriously, "Why do you even have to inquire about my little vault?" ”

"Just ask."

Song Meiyue said so, but she had a trace of vigilance in her heart, saying that rich men would become bad... With his current economic level, he is so poor that he often goes to the bathing center to spend, and if he has a lot of money in his pocket, he doesn't know how rampant it will be.

Thinking of this,

looked at him without any taboo, looking at the man who was eating melons.

Maybe...

He's not that kind of person, he thinks too much.

At this moment,

There was a sharp knock on the door, breaking the silence.

"Satsuki."

"Mom and Dad forgot to bring the key, you come and open the door."

Suddenly

The two men in the room panicked.

......