The table was a little long, and there was a considerable distance between the two of them.
Meng Yao's mind was completely clear, and a smile immediately appeared on her lips: "Husband, it turns out you haven't eaten either."
Wang Ma was standing by and took the opportunity to say all kinds of nice things about Rong Yun: "Yes, yes, ma'am, you don't know how long the master has been waiting for you. Ever since he brought you upstairs, the master has been watching over you while you were sleeping. He was afraid that being upstairs would disturb your rest."
"Madam, you haven't woken up yet, and the gentleman hasn't eaten yet. He said he wanted to wait for you to eat together! Look at this table full of dishes, they are all made according to your taste, and the gentleman specially asked someone to warm them for you."
Rong Wei frowned slightly, but did not interrupt her.
After getting to know each other for a while, Meng Yao already knew that Wang Ma had been speaking well of each other just to improve their relationship.
However, Wang Ma's wish may not come true because it is impossible for the relationship between the two of them to improve.
Why? That’s how the novel’s plot is written.
Meng Yao didn't care about what Wang Ma said in her heart, but a brighter smile appeared on her face: "Husband, you are so good to me, and I didn't know it until now. I am so moved that I am about to cry. Being able to marry you is the blessing I have cultivated for three lifetimes!"
Perhaps because of her low level of literary ability, Meng Yao always felt that when she said love words, she only managed to make people feel sweet, but was far from being lingering and sentimental.
But this is just right, it's enough to be annoying, it just needs to be annoying.
As for the rest... Meng Yao thought that she might never say any sentimental and heartfelt love words to anyone in her entire life.
When Wang Ma saw that Meng Yao understood what she meant, she smiled instantly: "Master is just not good at expressing himself. In fact, his thoughts are more delicate than anyone else..."
Meng Yao stood up and picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks for Rong Wei and put it on his plate. Then she looked away, her eyes lit up, and picked up another piece of steamed pork with chopsticks.
Unexpectedly, the table was mostly filled with her favorite meats, with only two vegetables, which seemed to be for relieving the greasiness. In that case, it would be easy to choose, because whatever she picked up would be something Rong Wei didn't like anyway.
These pieces of meat were carefully selected by her, and she guaranteed that Rong Wei would never forget them.
Rong Wei watched her movements, and then saw her beautiful smile.
The scene before him seemed to overlap with the drama he had watched some time ago.
At that time, she just smiled and picked up food for Ling Xiao, being extremely gentle.
He barely suppressed the malice surging in his heart, but his eyes still revealed a hint of coldness.
Meng Yao smiled even more happily when she saw his sullen face. It turned out that Rong Ying didn't like to eat these.
But the way he frowned was quite scary, his eyes were filled with dark clouds, as if thunder was about to strike in the next second.
Meng Yao sat back in her seat with satisfaction. Not long after, she heard Rong Wei's voice again, still low but cold: "What is your relationship with Ling Xiao?"
Meng Yao was stunned, and the braised pork with chopsticks rolled into the bowl.
But she reacted quickly, stuffed the braised pork in the bowl into her mouth again, and seriously thought about the question Rong Wei asked her.
Why did he ask this question? What was his purpose
When Rong Wei saw that she didn't answer, his eyes became even colder.
He was about to get up and leave when he heard Meng Yao's voice: "Ling Xiao? Brother Ling Xiao? We don't have any relationship. No, we do have a relationship..."
Rong Yan's gaze paused suddenly, and the scenes in his memory began to play frame by frame in his mind like slides, as if they would never stop. He suppressed the urge to eat the man alive.
"Brother Ling Xiao and I grew up together. We are childhood friends."
She hasn’t forgotten her current “lovesick and greasy” image.
"Nothing else?"
"if not?"
Meng Yao felt that the generation gap between herself and Rong Wei was becoming more and more serious, and she now understood less and less what Rong Wei was saying.
Rong Yan responded, and when he saw Meng Yao’s eagerness to explain, he suddenly felt relieved.
Meng Yao likes me so much, of course it is impossible for her to like someone else.
He looked at Meng Yao again, his eyes softened: "Haven't you eaten yet? Come eat!"
Meng Yao was stunned, and secretly complained that Rong Yun's expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. Even the little white flower Meng Qingqing would have to admit defeat.
*
After washing up, Meng Yao lay down on the comfortable big bed. After so many days of hard life as a primitive savage, the moment she lay down on the bed she felt indescribably comfortable. The soft bed made her feel infinitely sleepy.
When Meng Yao first returned to her comfortable home, she rolled over on the bed excitedly.
Suddenly I felt a warm touch on my waist.
When she turned sideways, she saw that it was Rong Yan who was holding her waist with only one hand.
At this time, Meng Yao had rolled to the edge of the bed, as if she was about to roll off the bed in the next second.
Meng Yao knew that she was too excited and had too much fun.
But judging from the distance, he probably wouldn't die if he fell down, especially with the plush carpet underneath. So why did Rong Wei block him when there was no danger of death? Didn't he hate him
Rong Wei felt the warmth coming from his palm, and his hand froze for half a second.
He could hardly imagine that Meng Yao's waist could be so thin. It was so slender that he could hold it in his hand. The warmth of her skin was transmitted to his palm through her pajamas.
Rong Wei lifted Meng Yao forward, moving her away from danger, and then pulled his hand away.
Meng Yao looked touched: "Hubby, you really care about me all the time. What Wang Ma said is right. Although you don't say it, you actually put all your thoughts on me. Just like now, if you didn't care about me, you wouldn't be so worried about me falling!"
When looking into Meng Yao's sparkling eyes, Rong Wei always felt a little irritated.
"It's getting late, go to bed."
Seeing that Rong Wei didn't seem to want to pay attention to her, Meng Yao ran over again and deliberately disgusted him: "Why are you so cold to me all of a sudden? Didn't Wang Ma say that you only love me and only care about me? Why did you change your mind so quickly? In the blink of an eye, you find me annoying and don't want to talk to me anymore?"
The word "no" was stuck in his throat, and Rong Wei didn't know how to explain it.
He found that Meng Yao was a very sensitive person, and some of his words and actions always caused her misunderstanding.
Although he is very adept at business, he feels like a rookie when it comes to his family.
"I don't find you annoying."
He is really not good at this and it took him a long time to come up with this sentence.
(End of this chapter)