Situ Qinglang and Meng Feng finished the supper with an extremely unfriendly attitude. Sweetheart deeply realized what an ant on a hot pan is.

It's so anxious... This kind of dire pain and fear of not daring to breathe are simply a pain that others cannot understand!

After dinner, Meng Feng stretched, Situ Qinglang glanced sideways, and said with a chance: "Since you are sleepy, go back to sleep, I won't keep you."

"Why don't you stay?" Meng Feng fell into the chair like a scoundrel, "You have so many guest rooms, don't have my place?"

"The bed is short." Situ Qinglang said concisely, with a posture of making a big move!

"I can curl up." Meng Feng's answer was even more domineering, with an indisputable determination!

Situ Qinglang really had the urge to beat him up again, but in front of sweetheart, he didn't want to solve the problem in such a rude way.

He pressed his temple and ordered: "Sweetheart, go and help him clean up the guest room."

"Okay..." Sweetheart quickly stood up and asked him respectfully, "Which room do you want to live in?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just a night." Meng Feng shrugged.

Situ Qinglang ordered: "Go to make the bed in the room that is farthest away from us, and I'll pack the tableware."

Sweetheart responded, and stood up and helped the strange soldier clean up the bed. She really didn't understand why this guy stayed at her home. Wasn't he supervising the Qinglang army? Then he was obviously very close to him!

Situ Qinglang rolled up his sleeves and took the tableware into the kitchen to wash. Meng Feng leaned on the door frame and said casually: "Can you help me?"

"How dare you do your best?" Situ Qinglang answered without looking back.

Meng Feng smiled and took out a cigar from his pocket, ignited the lighter with his other hand. Situ Qinglang immediately said, "Don't smoke."

"I forgot, you are going to have a baby." Meng Feng jokingly put the cigarette and lighter back into his pocket.

Situ Qinglang really wanted to knock this man out quickly. God knows what medicine he took wrong today, and it's nothing to do.

This feeling of smiling face made him very uncomfortable. He thought he had nothing to say with this guy, and he should be full of hostility when meeting him, rather than having to have a meal at his house and a bed like now.

"By the way, how long have you been married?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

"Just chat, or what should I say?"

"Several months." Situ Qinglang answered angrily.

Meng Feng touched his chin: "It's been a few months since there has been no movement. Are you not allowed?"

"..." Situ Qinglang stomped the kitchen knife on the cutting board and said calmly, "Whether it is okay, it has nothing to do with you. It is better than some people who don't even have the chance to pass on their family line."

"Whether there is a good thing or not." Meng Feng narrowed his eyes, "I admit that I have the ability but don't want it. What about you, you have the will but not the strength?"

Situ Qinglang put a bowl in the sink with a "snap", turned around and walked forward, staring at him: "Are you tired of living?"

"Try it here." Meng Feng pointed at his scar, "You are so angry that you are really nostalgic."

When Tianxin heard the sound of porcelain shattering in the kitchen, she quickly ran out of the guest room. Seeing that the two of them were tense and were about to fight, she hurriedly said, "That, the bed is ready!"
Chapter completed!