As he said that, he started eating again.
Jing Mohao's expression turned cold, and he immediately snatched the bowl in front of her, threw it into the kitchen, and replaced it with a plate of dumplings in front of her.
"Jing Mohao, what are you doing?"
Luo Xi was dissatisfied with him for taking away her delicious food so casually.
"Don't eat it."
"I want to eat."
"Eat."
The man ordered.
"That bowl of noodles is also rice."
"Pig food doesn't count." "" What you are eating is pig food You are the pig Luo Xi complained furiously in his heart, but because his face was completely dark now, he had no choice but to pinch a dumpling and stuff it into his mouth.
Several people sat at the table together and could finally eat together in peace like they had done a few days ago.
The meal was peaceful.
After the meal, Luo Xi was dragged upstairs by the man to "have a good talk" while Jian Qing had to go back to the hospital for a major surgery.
Cheng Sisi cleaned up the leftover dishes and chopsticks from several people and threw them into the cleaning machine.
Turning around, he saw the bowl of sour dumpling wrappers that Luo Xi had not finished yet.
He took out a chopstick and dipped it in it before putting it in his mouth.
In an instant, the teeth seemed to have been acidified into pieces of powder, falling straight down.
Cheng Sisi immediately threw the chopsticks and bowl in her hand into the trash can, her eyes filled with fierceness.
For several days in a row, Jing Mohao would always go out early and come back late.
He would go out before dawn and only come in after dark.
When I came back, I rushed into the study and stayed busy until late at night, either making video calls or reviewing documents.
Suddenly, without the big devil's torment, Luo Xi was not used to it.
He ran out of the room secretly and went downstairs to give him a glass of freshly squeezed carrot juice, preparing to give him some vitamins.
"Xixi, you're not asleep yet."
Cheng Sisi's voice suddenly came from behind.
Luo Xi was shocked, then relieved, "Yes, Jing Mohao is still busy at work, I'll prepare something to drink for him."
"Xixi, he has neglected you like this, and you are still so kind to him.
You are truly a good wife and mother."
Cheng Sisi poured a glass of water and drank it himself.
Luo Xi listened to her words full of compliments, but felt that every compliment was full of thorns, going straight into the hole in his heart.
good wife and mother Neither wife nor mother "You can't say that.
In fact, he is very good to me."
Luo Xi responded lightly.
After a cup of carrot juice was squeezed, Luo Xi picked up the cup and said, "I'll go up first.
You can go to bed early.
Good night."
"An'an," Cheng Sisi said tenderly, the undercurrent in her eyes submerged in the darkness.
Luo Xi went upstairs and knocked gently on the study door.
"Knock on what door, come in."
The voice from inside came out, full of strength.
Luo Xi pushed the door open and walked in.
The man glanced at her and said, "I have too many fingers and no place to knock on the door." "" Even if you knock on the door, what does it have to do with your fingers?
Is it possible that if you knock on the door, your finger will be broken?
"What if Sisi comes in?"
If anyone can enter his place casually, what secrets does Jing Mohao have, and what else does he rely on to become the king?
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"She can't come up."
The man looked at the document in his hand and replied calmly.
Luo Xi curled her lips, yes, there were so many men in black downstairs, all specially prepared for Sisi, how could it be Sisi.
She was the only one knocking on the door at this time.
He thinks things through so carefully every time, no wonder he looks confident all day long: