Arthur put down the chopsticks in his hands and picked up the plates on the table. Of course, they all had a tacit understanding. Every dish should be reserved for the person who worked the hardest, otherwise Arthur would send them directly back to England, then...
I will never eat something so delicious again.
Arthur stood up, walked to Xiang Qinglan, and then squatted in front of her. His kindness to her and his love for her never needed to be hidden?
"Lan, we're here to eat, I'll feed you," he held chopsticks in one hand. In fact, he wasn't even full, but he was always thinking about her. She ate very little before, and she still eats very little now.
Xiang Qinglan looked at the dishes on the plate. In fact, they had already given her nearly half of them.
"Here, take a bite. If you don't finish it, you'll be sorry for yourself, you know?" Arthur smiled gently, but this smile truly belonged to Qing. He was different from Su Zhetuo. His
Caring without any purpose or conspiracy, just pure love for Xiang Qinglan, he loves his Lan, so he doesn't need her to reciprocate his feelings, just as he said, he wants
It's just that she stood there and he came back to chase her.
No matter how difficult the process is or how long it takes, he will catch up with her until the day she is willing to take the initiative to accept him. He himself is such a pure person.
In fact, there is not much difference between Qing and Arthur. This is his essence. A man who is called a devil. To put it bluntly, his heart is also very soft. Therefore, only FD and Yin Sa are around him. They can
Do anything for him, and he does the same.
He can become a devil for his loved ones, because he has to protect them from any harm.
Xiang Qinglan lowered her eyelashes gently. He fed her one mouthful, and she took one mouthful. She always had an indescribable feeling. She felt that her chest was really swollen. The bloating made her feel uncomfortable from time to time.
Cry it out.
It's not sad tears, it just feels like there is a kind of warmth, a warmth that can melt everything. When Yin Sa said that spring is coming, it actually does not mean that spring outside is coming...
she knows...
She took a few bites and felt a little full, but Arthur still held the chopsticks in his hands, with obvious disapproval in his eyes. How could he gain weight if he only ate such a small amount.
He frowned tightly, and Xiang Qinglan also looked at him. She stood up from the sofa, then squatted on the ground with him, and took the plate and chopsticks from his hands.
Arthur looked at her in confusion. When he was still in a daze, she had picked up a dish with the chopsticks in her hand and put it to his mouth. He was stunned for a moment, his green eyes flashed slightly, and then
It took him a long time to open his mouth. His Lan felt sorry for him.
"You're not full, are you?" Her lips moved, and he could easily read her silent lip language.
"Yeah," Arthur nodded. With the three of them, it would be strange to be full.
"Then I will do more tomorrow," she just said this, but she saw Arthur shaking his head, "No, you can't be too tired, I will starve to death." He put his hand on the one who was also squatting on her.
On the faces of the little women in front of them, it was clear that there were so many places to sit here, but they were all willing to squat like this, as if this way they could get closer to each other.
There was no harm or fear, just the two of them, still living a life dependent on each other.
Fred stopped using his chopsticks and wiped his eyes. He felt that his eyes were filled with sand and felt terribly uncomfortable. He finally understood why the boss still clearly remembered the word "LAN" in his heart even if he lost his memory.
Okay, why do you think about it so persistently? It's just because this woman is really a good woman. If he really loses her in his life, it will be the biggest regret in his life.
Not everyone can have such pure love, just like him, he has had so many women, but none of them can love the boss like Xiang Qinglan, who can ignore everything and just love him purely.
Even if he is a fool, no one can replace him from the initial habit, to relying on each other, to helping each other. She is the boss's only one, and the boss is also her only one.
Yin Sa raised his head and stared at Arthur and Xiang Qinglan. His silver eyes were pure silver. This was a good start. He was very fortunate that Xiang Qinglan did not give up on himself or his master.
She is very brave and kind. The master has really met a good woman. He owes her a lot. In the future, I believe that the master will be better and better to him.
The woman Arthur Wylie wants to pamper will be the happiest woman in the world.
After finishing the meal, Fred and Yin Sa were finally kicked out. Allowing them to eat here was already the biggest concession to them, and letting them digest it here would be too cheap for them.
Xiang Qinglan sat on the bed. There was a bang, and she raised her head. There was a sound from the kitchen, and then another sound. She was numb from hearing it.
She could only get out of bed and stand at the kitchen door, looking at the busy man. It was like this every day. He would follow her to grab jobs, just like before. He used to grab his information, but now he likes to wash dishes.
, but his destructive power didn't seem to change at all. She didn't understand why he could hit two of them just by washing three dishes.
"Why did my hand slip again? What went wrong?" Arthur looked at his hand. He still didn't understand where he went wrong. There was no problem in pouring the dishwashing liquid. He poured it. Did he pour it?
Because there was too little, he took out another bottle, then opened the lid, and poured out a whole bottle at once. Well, now it’s good, two bottles have been poured, it should be fine.
Xiang Qinglan just sighed slightly. She finally understood why she always felt that their dishwashing liquid was used up too quickly. For a few bowls, he could use a whole bottle.
He is truly an insufferable genius.
He put his hand into his hand, and then picked up a bowl. His hand slipped again, and there was a clang. This time, he broke the first bowl in his life.
He looked at the fragments on the ground and seemed a little dumbfounded. Why was it broken again? What was the problem? He quickly squatted down and tried to pick up the fragments on the ground.
"Hiss..." He groaned suddenly and looked at his finger. Well, it was scratched. There was a deep cut on his finger, and blood continued to flow out of his finger.