Chapter 2150

As long as it is a man, even a man with nothing to do with it, it is impossible to treat it as a pleasure.

But that's what this man did.

What's more, it's a matter of course.

Still so happy.

Ye Qingli can imagine.

When he was cooking, it's estimated that all his employees had broken their glasses all over the place.

It must be hard for them to accept.

In Ye Qingli's heart, he couldn't help feeling a trace of sweetness.

Seeing her expression, Jun Aohan is more happy.

The corner of his mouth is slightly raised.

Put a spoon directly into Ye Qingli's hand.

"Come on, eat now."

Ye Qingli takes the spoon.

I don't know how to use my mouth.

Feelings tell her that at this time, she can never refuse Jun Aohan's kindness.

Otherwise, this guy's fragile mind will be hurt a lot.

However, she can't talk

After all, this guy didn't cook several times, did he?

What does he make, can it be imported?

In this regard, ye Qingli expressed extreme doubt.

I don't think so. I've eaten people badly, haven't I?

I used to live here very well.

She doesn't want to be a funeral object

Looking at the bowl in front of me is totally different from what I imagined, lotus seed and Lily porridge.

Ye Qingli thinks that he is very likely to have a bad stomach.

Maybe there are more serious consequences.

"Why not?"

Jun Aohan asked strangely.

"Ha ha, I just remembered that I was not very hungry."

Ye Qingli's expression was like a chat line.

"Not hungry?"

Jun Aohan looks at her strangely.

Just now, he also hears with his own ears that there is a "grunt" in her stomach.

After a while, I'm not hungry?

She didn't seem to have eaten anything else.

Just when you look suspicious.

Ye Qingli's stomach made a "Gulu" sound.

Her face turned red at once.

I wish I could pinch myself hard.

It's so frustrating!

Why is it just at this time that the belly cries?

"Is it still not hungry?"

Jun Aohan's eyes begin to be wrong.

"Er, er, all of a sudden, I don't want to eat much..."

Ye Qingli's flattering smile.

"Why don't we leave the porridge for breakfast tomorrow morning?"

Ye Qingli decides that he can muddle through for a while.

Then, she looked at Jun Aohan's eyes and began to become more profound.

"Does the porridge made by Ben Wang really make you feel so bad?"

This guy, he guessed!

Ye Qingli's heart gave out a cry.

At the end of the day, I despised him so much.

I don't know, what kind of serious consequences will there be?

"No, no, I think it should be delicious."

Ye Qingli takes the spoon with a bitter face.

This time, she can't eat.

Otherwise, this guy, I don't know how to be sad.

As for his frail and careful liver, if there is another one, she can't bear the responsibility.

Forget it, I will be willing to sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman.

Anyway, drink a bowl of porridge, and drink immortal.

Ye Qingli picked up the spoon, with a righteous expression.

I'll eat that bowl of porridge in my stomach.

See her such expression, the gentleman is proud cold heart, more exasperated rise.