Can you imagine the feeling of a person putting on a paralyzed face and then saying "Feed me"?
Suddenly, Yan Yanqi's expression became a little weird.
The hand holding the bowl shook and felt a little hot.
"Do you think I ate it myself" Bo Qichen saw that she was a little stunned, and then leaned back and leaned on the head of the bed.
His body was a little slanted, obviously so lazy, but when he showed it, it was so noble "Ah" Hearing this, Yan Yanqi looked away, and then looked down.
Yes, Bo Qichen's right hand still has a needle on the back of his hand.
It really can't seem to be eaten.
"That's good."
Yan Yanqi nodded, then sat down along the edge of the bed, picked up the spoon and blew it carefully, afraid that it would burn him.
Immediately, she handed the spoon to Bo Qichen's mouth, taking care of it.
It's all cold before handing it over.
Bo Qichen was first signed, and then he got used to it, so he naturally opened his mouth, and then enjoyed it.
Soon, half of the bowl was left.
In the quiet room, a discordant sound suddenly came to mind.
"Goo-goo-goo" Bo Qichen frowned, and raised his eyes to look at Yan Yanqi, who was twitching at the corner of his mouth.
"You go to eat and rest well."
After speaking, he reached out and took the bowl in her hand, and then held the bowl with his right hand with a needle, and drank it slowly with a spoon in his left hand.
Yan Yan Qi: "So, in fact, the seventh master can eat by himself, right, Axi."
"There's another bowl there."
Yan Yanqi stood up and scratched his head.
I just hesitated and washed a little rice, two bowls, it should be enough for the seventh master to eat.
Bo Qichen's fingers paused slightly, glanced at her, and said, "No need, you can eat it yourself."
"Oh good."
Yan Yanqi nodded, then glanced around, and said, "If there is anything else that the Seventh Master needs me in, I will go out first."
"Hmm."
With another bowl of porridge, Yan Yan went downstairs, and then went into the back kitchen.
It was already early in the morning, the kitchen was empty, there was no one, and the whole manor was silent.
Yan Yanqi put the porridge on the table, and then opened the refrigerator.
She is not like the Seventh Master, she can eat enough with a bowl of porridge.
The fridge was full of everything.
However, no matter how complete the ingredients are, she won't make a ham sausage casually, and Yan Yanqi closed the refrigerator.
As soon as she turned around, she saw a figure standing at the table.
Yan Yanqi was taken aback.
She scolded secretly, she didn't hear any sound of walking, it was her own fault.
At no time, as an undercover agent, you can't let your guard down.
"You just eat this, I'll ask the chef to make it for you."
Nan Yi glanced at the white porridge on the table, there was nothing in it, it was very light.
His eyes fell on the ham sausage in her hand, and he pursed his lips.
Yan Yanqi smiled slightly, and walked over politely: "Don't bother, Young Master Nanyi, this is fine."
Through the afternoon contact, Yan Yanqi can be regarded as a real understanding of Nanyi.
The president of the student union of the seven colleges and universities, he has a gentle personality, a smart mind, a very wise man, and a humble gentleman.
He always has a smile in his eyes and is gentle and polite to anyone.
No rush, no rush.
Nan Yi shook his head helplessly, "If you eat this, then you will, no wonder you are so thin."
The skeleton is so small. ” Raising his hand, he rested his hand on her shoulder
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