Of course, she had to choose to eat first.
She neither wanted to cooperate with him in performing a live erotic show, nor did she want to be tortured to death by him.
Besides, this plan can't keep up with the changes.
Maybe he won't have any desire after talking about the matter.
Apart from the torturous time of waiting to be tortured, it would be more sensible to eat first.
Jing Mohao snorted and stretched out every corner of Luo Xi's nightgown, covering all the important parts tightly before he stood up.
How could he let others see his woman's body?
Whoever sees it will die.
The moment Jing Mohao withdrew, Luo Xi jumped up and ran to the kitchen.
Anyone who has spent time with Jing Mohao knows that the first thing to do after receiving his pardon is not to be grateful, but to get out.
Because if he says a word more, he may change his sentence to death on his own initiative.
The moody devil Jing Mohao looked at the woman who was running away, curled his lips slightly, then returned to looking at the door with a cold look on his face, "Come in."
The man in black stood at the door with a respectful look on his face, reporting the report without listening to what was going on outside the window, "Young Master, Master Jian wants you to go to the hospital."
"Why didn't he call me and tell me he was dead?"
"" how does he know The man in black lowered his head and silently accepted the young master's questioning.
"Maybe Master Jian's cell phone is broken."
"If it's broken, if you don't replace it quickly, he'll be dead." "" Even if Master Jian is doing well now, he will still be scolded to death by the young master.
"Then young master, are you going or not?"
the man in black asked tremblingly.
"I can't talk anymore."
Jing Mohao threw the remote control on the sofa, put away his long legs and stood up, shouting toward the kitchen, "Luoxi" Luo Xi had just taken a bowl of millet from the refrigerator and was about to make porridge.
She was frightened by the man's sudden yell and her wrist shook.
The millet was scattered on the floor.
Luo Xi silently squatted down to clean up the mess.
Jing Mohao didn't hear the response and walked directly into the kitchen.
He saw the woman squatting on the ground gathering the rice grains into a pile with her hands.
She kept pinching a handful of millet with two fingers and throwing it into the bowl.
Jing Mohao's eyes turned cold, and he stepped forward and pulled Luo Xi up from the ground, "Luo Xi, I am so poor that you have to pick up food for me
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What follows what Doesn’t he know that the food in the world is the food of the heart, and he should cherish food without losing it?
When Jing Mohao saw that she didn't answer, he directly lectured her, "There is nothing ready-made on the table, why are you still messing around here?"
"I just want to make some millet porridge to nourish my stomach."
Luo Xi explained honestly.
Jing Mohao snatched the bowl from her hand and put it on the table, pulled her over and pinned her down on a chair in the restaurant, "You have stomach cancer."
"without" Do only people with gastric cancer need to drink millet porridge to nourish their stomach?
If you have stomach cancer, you probably won’t be able to drink fairy porridge anymore.
"If you're not sick, just stay here and I'll find someone to take care of you tomorrow." "" I just said I wouldn't let her drink it, and I'm going to find someone to drink it for her tomorrow.
This person is really awkward.
Luo Xi twisted her neck and looked at the man, "Don't you want me to cook for you for a week?
Why did you find someone to make porridge again?"
The man responded coldly, "It's your food that's cooked, but you still cook my food."
"So what did you eat this morning?"
Luo Xi said, getting ready to get up.
Jing Mohao pushed her back into the seat again, and Luo Xi started to feel dizzy from the tug on her head
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