It's just a matter of women. Although Qin Keshu is indeed angry, is it worth watching? Does Liang Zifan need to wait and see?

+++Separating line++

"Braised Pork Rice, would you like some rice?"

Mo Ruchu's body was fine, and the fact that it was Wesley who took her out had stimulated someone's nerves, right?

Even though it was very clear psychologically that there was actually nothing between her and Wesley, early in the morning the next day, Mo Ruchu was still taken out of the hospital by Qin Keshu.

On the way from the hospital to the villa, Mo Ruchu didn't even bother to say a word to Qin Keshu.

Because, I really don’t know if Jian Nantian and Li Zikai did it on purpose. The hospital they took Wesley to yesterday was the same hospital where Mo Ruchu stayed!

He was so immortal that under certain circumstances, Wesley, who had broken one of his ribs, happened to be bumped into by Mo Ruchu, who was out for a stroll with braised pork rice.

Under her suspicious and questioning gaze, Jian Nantian finally couldn't bear the pressure and carefully told Wesley the reason for his injury...

To sum up, even if Mo Ruchu understood his own identity and status, even if he knew that he was just a little slave, how could he be willing to talk to Qin Keshu? No, once again, it is no exaggeration to say that it is a look that is stingy.

unwilling to give.

After returning to the villa, she had already focused on the dog because she hadn't eaten a bite of braised pork rice since morning.

The servants at home seemed to have already known that she was coming back today, so they had already cleaned up the house and even prepared a table of her favorite meals.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very strange...

A man, a woman, and... a puppy placed on a chair next to the woman...

The woman coaxed the dog gently, while the man stared at the dog with extremely contemptuous and cold eyes, and the dog, in this hard and soft, cold and hot atmosphere, found it hard to swallow!

Well, to be more precise, I dare not open my mouth!

He, isn't this the most difficult test for a dog? On the chair in front of him is his favorite braised pork rice, and next to him is the gentlest hostess. He wants to act coquettishly happily, and then directly

Let the wind sweep away the remaining clouds on that plate of braised pork rice.

But...but what about the male owner? As for being so stingy that he doesn't even give him a bite of braised pork rice? As for staring at it with a look that almost wants to kill it? Then what, if the male owner wants to

If you eat the braised pork rice in front of it, then even though it is a dog, it will never be so stingy and will definitely give him half of the braised pork rice on the plate...

"Braised pork rice? What's wrong? Why don't you eat it? Does it taste wrong? Isn't it what you like?"

"Woof woof woof woof..."

I love to eat, the taste is right, I absolutely love to eat, but... staring at the hostess pitifully for a while, the braised pork rice finally chose to slowly jump into the hostess in an old-fashioned way.

He fell into his master's arms and then lay down.

Master, Master, if you like braised pork rice so much, let me let you eat it. Isn’t it okay if others don’t eat it? Is it okay for them to hide in the hostess’s arms and secretly complain for a while? It’s just a matter of women.

Although Qin Keshu was indeed angry about the incident, was it worth watching? Does Liang Zifan need to wait and see?

+++Separating line++

"Braised Pork Rice, would you like some rice?"

Mo Ruchu's body was fine, and the fact that it was Wesley who took her out had stimulated someone's nerves, right?

Even though it was very clear psychologically that there was actually nothing between her and Wesley, early in the morning the next day, Mo Ruchu was still taken out of the hospital by Qin Keshu.

On the way from the hospital to the villa, Mo Ruchu didn't even bother to say a word to Qin Keshu.

Because, I really don’t know if Jian Nantian and Li Zikai did it on purpose. The hospital they took Wesley to yesterday was the same hospital where Mo Ruchu stayed!

He was so immortal that under certain circumstances, Wesley, who had broken one of his ribs, happened to be bumped into by Mo Ruchu, who was out for a stroll with braised pork rice.

Under her suspicious and questioning gaze, Jian Nantian finally couldn't bear the pressure and carefully told Wesley the reason for his injury...

To sum up, even if Mo Ruchu understood his own identity and status, even if he knew that he was just a little slave, how could he be willing to talk to Qin Keshu? No, once again, it is no exaggeration to say that it is a look that is stingy.

unwilling to give.

After returning to the villa, she had already focused on the dog because she hadn't eaten a bite of braised pork rice since morning.

The servants at home seemed to have already known that she was coming back today, so they had already cleaned up the house and even prepared a table of her favorite meals.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very strange...

A man, a woman, and... a puppy placed on a chair next to the woman...

The woman coaxed the dog gently, while the man stared at the dog with extremely contemptuous and cold eyes, and the dog, in this hard and soft, cold and hot atmosphere, found it hard to swallow!

Well, to be more precise, I dare not open my mouth!

He, isn't this the most difficult test for a dog? On the chair in front of him is his favorite braised pork rice, and next to him is the gentlest hostess. He wants to act coquettishly happily, and then directly

Let the wind sweep away the remaining clouds on that plate of braised pork rice.

But...but what about the male owner? As for being so stingy that he doesn't even give him a bite of braised pork rice? As for staring at it with a look that almost wants to kill it? Then what, if the male owner wants to

If you eat the braised pork rice in front of it, then even though it is a dog, it will never be so stingy and will definitely give him half of the braised pork rice on the plate...

"Braised pork rice? What's wrong? Why don't you eat it? Does it taste wrong? Isn't it what you like?"

"Woof woof woof woof..."

I love to eat, the taste is right, I absolutely love to eat, but... staring at the hostess pitifully for a while, the braised pork rice finally chose to slowly jump into the hostess in an old-fashioned way.

He fell into his master's arms and then lay down.
Chapter completed!