Um...

This gentle man is hers.

"Thank you husband." Xia Wan couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, and even covered her chest with one hand, for fear that he would be flirting too quickly by him.

But she did not eat it immediately, but took a clean small bowl in front of her, reached forward with the other hand and picked up a spoon to serve a bowl of creamy mushroom soup, and then carefully placed the bowl in front of the man beside her.

Unconsciously acting cute, she smiled and said, "Drink..."

"don't want!"

Zhao Wanyan's obstruction sounded without warning, with a faint dissatisfaction and worry.

The next second, her slightly depressed words rang out again: "Qingsui can't drink mushroom soup, and he doesn't like to drink it."

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit strange.

Xia Wan's movements were slightly paused.

"Not for me?" The man's chuckling sounded. Before she could react, the small bowl in her hand was taken over and spoke again, with a clear joke in his words, "I thought you gave it to me, my wife."

Xia Wan blinked: "You..."

Before she could finish the rest, she saw the man scooped up a spoonful of soup with a spoon and handed it to her mouth, and then another spoonful.

Soon, half of the soup in the bowl was drunk.

The man's expression was very pleasant from beginning to end, even enjoying it.

Opposite, Zhao Wanyan's face was no longer under control and was extremely poor!

He obviously...

After rubbing, she stood up with a cold face, suppressing the ups and downs in her heart and said, "Sorry, I'll go to the bathroom, you guys can use it slowly."

She almost ran away in panic, even though her back was extremely straight.

Almost at the same time as she stood up, Li Youlin's eyes beside her became dark and dark, mixed with a faint chill.

Zhao Wanyan walked to the farthest bathroom in the villa.

The door is closed, and the good sound insulation isolates everything outside.

Holding her hands on the marble countertop, she lowered her head, and the bitterness in her heart expanded with the violent ups and downs of her chest. In less than two seconds, it spread to every cell in her body, torture and humiliating her.

"Ha..." She sneered, and in the end, it turned into a thick self-mockery.

Even the quiet in the bathroom seemed to be mocking her.

She's just a joke!

Finally, her fingers flexed and clenched into a fist.

"Dongdongdongdong--"

The bathroom door was knocked.

Zhao Wanyan seemed to have not heard of it.

"Click--"

The door was pushed open and closed again.

"Wanyan."

She heard Tong Fei's helpless voice.

Zhao Wanyan didn't move at all.
Chapter completed!