The world's most sassy sweet wife

After two seconds.

Yu Ziqing received a text message.

——H: "I baked a lot of what you like, come and eat."

Yu Ziqing was taken aback for a moment.

She quickly replied: "I had a great time eating here."

——H: "They roasted the meat too old, the taste is too bad, come to my husband."

Yu Ziqing glared at him from a distance.

Really underestimate her, she is never picky when it comes to food.

He ate a piece of roast meat viciously.

hiss--

Hard and a little burnt.

Chang Song and the others focused on taking care of her, and kept putting food on her plate.

They were worried that it would not be cooked enough and that the idol would have an upset stomach, so they baked it for a while longer.

The attitude of these people was very respectful, and Yu Ziqing was too embarrassed to refute their face.

Anyway, she is very adaptable, and she gets used to it after eating.

After one plate is finished, another plate comes.

Chang Song said with a smile: "Sister, eat more."

Yu Ziqing rolled her eyes and finally spoke.

"I'm enough, you eat it yourself."

Chang Song didn't understand the hint in her eyes.

"Sister, you eat too little. When Mr. He first arrived, he immediately asked you if you had explained what you had for lunch, in case you were hungry. You have to work in the afternoon, so I will bake you more. Yes Well, my dad didn't tell you anything this morning, did he?"

He was still worried that his father had said something he shouldn't have said, and he had been anxious all morning.

Yu Ziqing told the truth, but also seemed to complain, "He said you were stupid."

Can't you see her suggestive eyes?
She doesn't like leftovers in the tableware, so she said enough, and put it back for her.

Chang Song said with a smile: "My dad is a real person."

A tall figure walked up to Yu Ziqing and stopped.

As soon as he approached, everyone felt a chill.

The powerful aura is chilling and awe-inspiring.

He Xuanchen looked indifferent, and said, "Come here and talk to you about something."

Yu Ziqing swallowed the food in her mouth, and followed him back to another table.

"What's the matter?" She asked frowning.

A smile appeared on the corner of He Xuanchen's mouth.

"Sit down, eat and talk."

Yu Ziqing looked at him, and then at the properly grilled ingredients on the dinner plate.

After hesitating for a moment, she sat down opposite him.

"What's the matter?" she asked coldly.

He Xuanchen smiled lightly, "It's nothing, I just want you to come over and eat."

Yu Ziqing stared at his face with flickering eyes.

"They don't taste bad when baked."

He Xuanchen said: "Even if you can eat it, it's time to burp."

Hearing the word hiccup, Yu Ziqing finally realized what he was laughing at just now while staring at the phone sending a message.

It turned out to be laughing at her.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, she burped at He's house.

He Xuanchen pointed to the dinner plate containing the food.

"Based on your appetite, it's almost enough to finish eating these."

Yu Ziqing rolled his eyes at him, and looked at him half-believingly, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

He Xuanchen smiled helplessly, and said, "If I have to say something, I have already asked Qiao Beiran to pay attention to the movement of the mental hospital. Whoever visits my sister every day, Qiao Beiran will be responsible for tracking that person's information."

Yu Ziqing frowned and said, "Did she make trouble?"

He Xuanchen shook his head: "No."

Yu Ziqing was silent for a while and said nothing more.

Regardless of whether He Yunhua is 513 or not, it is certain that she is pretending to be crazy.

A fake is a fake, and people will always see loopholes.

He Xuanchen said with a smile: "If you don't eat it, it will be cold."

Yu Ziqing picked up the chopsticks and started to eat with a cold face.

The taste is indeed better than that of Changsong, and it is fully cooked to keep the meat fresh and tender.

He Xuanchen remained motionless, admiring the way she ate.

The image of her hiccupping was in my mind.

cute.

Everyone looked back and sighed, "Ju Ju and Mr. He are really a good match."

"Good-looking people and good-looking people go together, no matter what. I'm a wall-climbing fan. For a while, I like Juju and Mr. He, and then she and Mocheng, and Chu Xinhao, Zhang Xuanming..."

"You're a little over the top."

"Yeah, I'm already crazy, I'm lying on the wall and don't want to fall to the ground."

"It's not that He Xuanchen has a bad relationship with Juju. How did they reconcile? And I feel that Mr. He treats Juju very well."

Du Weiwei said, "What is this? Mr. He is at home, and his status is not as high as that of Juju Mao."

Everyone's eyes lit up, "How to say?"

There are melons!

Du Weiwei smiled and said: "Mr. He is responsible for cooking and cleaning the room at home. The most important thing is that he has done this, and Juju still won't let him stay overnight."

"Huh? Mr. He is so handsome, isn't Juju not tempted?"

"That's right, Juju is really not an ordinary woman, her concentration is so strong!"

Du Weiwei laughed and said, "Anyway, it's very interesting for them to get along in private. Don't think that Mr. He doesn't get close to others, but when he gets along with Juju, it's not like that at all."

Chang Song felt that she was talking a little too much, this is the idol's privacy.

"Du Weiwei, have you finished eating? And everyone, keep your mouth shut and don't make the two big guys angry."

Everyone shut up quickly.

Isn't it?

What kind of existence these two are, they can't be more clear, and they can't afford to offend them.

After a while, they returned to the studio.

After Yu Ziqing finished the plate of food baked by He Xuanchen, he was [-]% full, and he could eat a piece of cantaloupe and another piece of watermelon.

After filling her stomach, she felt much better.

While eating the fruit after dinner, she looked at He Xuanchen.

The corners of He Xuanchen's mouth curled up.

Her gaze lingers longer than usual.

"Did you find that I'm very good-looking?"

Yu Ziqing rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's a waste to give you this skin."

He Xuanchen smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu Ziqing said, "You don't rely on your face to make money."

If this man was any uglier, she would have kicked him eight hundred times.

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "You still need a face, after all, you like pretty things."

Yu Ziqing gnawed the watermelon clean and threw the rind on the dinner plate.

"Like a fart." She got up and left without looking back.

He Xuanchen followed up and asked, "I'm asking you a profound question, do you know what liking is?"

Yu Ziqing strode forward: "I don't know, forgive my ignorance."

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "Shall I tell you?"

Yu Ziqing's mood was inexplicable and a little irritated: "I'm not interested! I warn you one last time, don't always run to my office during working hours."

Back at the studio, they went to their respective offices.

Yu Ziqing finally got the task as she wished.

Everyone was busy all afternoon, and even Du Weiwei slowly got into work.

Time passed quickly.

Chang Song knocked on the door and came in, "Sister, I'm off work."

Yu Ziqing sent the finished manuscript to the task group, and then turned off the phone.

No one bothers you, and it feels really comfortable to work with peace of mind.

She responded, "Understood."

Chang Song came over with the tablet: "Sister, I have a practice draft, can you help me see what needs to be adjusted?"

Yu Ziqing nodded, naturally willing to discuss with him.

Just as he was about to take the tablet, someone snatched it away first.