"You are really a man. They all say they are jealous and spicy, but they don't even make spicy! You said, is this still called jealous and spicy?" Fu Haoran smiled helplessly.
"Hehe, what's the matter? I just want to be jealous!" Han Ningmeng smiled disapprovingly.
"Okay, who said no!" Fu Haoran looked at Han Ningmeng and smiled happily.
"Hmph..." Han Ningmeng snorted proudly.
After hearing this, Fu Haoran shook his head helplessly, looked at him, and smiled evilly, "Then if you are with me in the future, will you be so jealous?"
"Bah, who wants to be with you? Don't be so self-indulgent and think you are self-righteous?" Han Ningmeng contemptted him disapprovingly.
"Look at it, when you talk about this issue, you will be so rude and still become so rude!" Fu Haoran shook his head helplessly.
"What? You are too inappropriate, okay?" Han Ningmeng despised: "Besides, I am a girl, my reputation is very important, don't you know? How can you just say that he is your wife? I'm with you
Together!”
"Hmph..." Han Ningmeng snorted coldly after finishing her speech.
"I like to say you are my wife!" Fu Haoran disagreed!
When Han Ning dreamed of continuing to refute, at this time, the hot and sour noodles came up!
"Come on, come on..." The guy was holding two bowls of vinegar and spicy noodles, which were fragrant and sour. When he smelled it, he felt that the water in his throat was about to come out!
"Ignore you, eat my jealous spicy noodles!" Han Ningmeng curled her lips, glared at Fu Haoran, and then started eating her own spicy and sour noodles.
"Haha..." Fu Haoran couldn't help but smile when she saw her so cute. This smile was sincere, and this smile came from the bottom of her heart.
"It's so sour, so delicious!" Han Ningmeng said happily while eating.
"Look at what I'm doing, eat quickly!" Han Ningmeng found that Fu Haoran was just staring at her and had not moved her chopsticks yet, so she urged her.
"Haha, look at you eating with relish!" Fu Haoran smiled foolishly.
"Silly! Eat quickly. Look at me eating with relish, why don't you eat it~" Han Ningmeng despised.
Although Fu Haoran looked at Han Ningmeng with a silly look, his face began to sink as soon as he heard Han Ningmeng scolding him for being stupid: "You girl, don't be too much!"
"Where am I too much?" Han Ningmeng still had no idea.
"Forget it!" Fu Haoran was helpless and shook his head.
"You eat it quickly. It won't taste good if it's cold, do you know?" Han Ningmeng glanced at Fu Haoran and said.
"Okay, okay, I'll eat, I'll eat!" Fu Haoran was urged to have no choice but to start eating.
Han Ningmeng looked at Fu Haoran and started eating, and asked him excitedly: "How is it, how is it, is it delicious?"
"Haha...it's okay!" Fu Haoran looked at Han Ningmeng's expectant look and couldn't bear to hurt her heart. He could only say it was okay.
In fact, it’s just average. For Fu Haoran, it’s average. Perhaps everyone has their own hobbies.
"That's good!" Han Ningmeng smiled with satisfaction and continued to eat her hot and sour noodles!
After eating, Han Ningmeng grabbed the napkin and wiped the edge of her mouth: "It's so delicious, it's so delicious!"
"Haha...how about it, do you still want to eat? Are you full?" Fu Haoran smiled faintly at Han Ningmeng and asked.