Acting (II)

The luxurious Zheng family living room has been arranged in the dining room. "Mama Zhang serves the food. The eldest and the young master are back. By the way, I shout "The second master." Wang Qianyu started to arrange the arrangements as soon as she entered the door.

"Why is Qingyi so thin now? No wonder Xiaolang doesn't let you have a baby. Come and eat more food. Our Zheng family's grandchildren are white and fat." Wang Qianyu kept picking food into her bowl.

"Mom, Qingyi's appetite is not that big." He picked up vegetables from her bowl and put them in his mouth. Seeing that she didn't move her chopsticks, she picked up a big prawn, peeled the shell, and fed it directly into her.

She was stunned and suddenly remembered that they were playing loving couples now, so she felt calm.

After dinner, the family chatted for a while, and Qingyi was tired and went upstairs to rest first. She took out her laptop and wrote a blog on the computer. This is the only place she likes to express her feelings now.

"Brother, to be honest, I can see that you and your sister-in-law are not that affectionate at all. Are you doing a show?" Zheng Xiaoling was drawing patterns on the sketch paper. This is the latest style he designed this year.

For some reason, Xiao Ling said that they were having a show, and there was an inexplicable anger in his heart that was moving in his chest.

"What are you talking nonsense? Which eye does yours tell us that we are having a show?" he retorted, stretching out his hand to pull the buttons on the collar.

"You understand. Don't say much. Also, the Yingying Yanyan outside you handled it so well, and didn't come to cause trouble at all. I want to toast you for this." Xiaoling put down his pen.

, laughed so hard that he picked up the coffee and took a sip.

After writing the blog, she drew some comics. She has loved comics since she was a child, and after middle school, she started to draw again. The group of comics she drew was attracted by a publishing house in the previous stage. She wanted to help her publish them.

The price is not bad. She wants to make money while working and drawing comics to support herself.

At ten o'clock in the evening, she turned off her computer. After taking a shower, she took two quilts from the cabinet and placed them on the sofa.

"What are you doing?" He pushed the door open and saw that she had retracted into the sofa. The sofa was not big, it was just a small sofa in the room, and it was uncomfortable for people to sleep on it.

"Oh, Mr. Zheng! There is only one bed in the room, and I don't want to make you embarrassed. Anyway, I'm young, so I'll sleep on the sofa, so you don't have to worry." She smiled faintly, pulled the quilt and covered her neck.

Then he closed his eyes.

He was deeply intimidating her, not wanting to make him embarrassed. What a fucking bastard, what she should worry about is whether she is good or not. A girl is with him, a romantic ghost, and she is worried that he will lose her virginity.

He didn't go to take a shower, so he stood in front of the window and smoked cigarettes one after another. Through the faint sparks of the cigarette, he looked at her breathing evenly, and his heart couldn't help but feel like a deer was hitting him.

Yes, my eyes looked at each other uncontrollably. "Brother, since I think this wedding is a joke, why not let her go. Actually, she is really a good girl. You don't want her. I must have many men who pursue her.

Let your tongue be amazed." Brother Xiaoling's words were like a needle, piercing into his heart. Is he too selfish? Why did he have to tie her up for three years? He said that he was only in his heart.
Chapter completed!