But Ye Sijue was very domineering, "You can eat it and ignore her. It's just a perm. It's not serious."
He said, cooling the bowl of soup in front of him with a spoon, and then put it in front of her.
"Drink some soup first."
Mo Xiaomeng hesitated for a moment, but forced by Ye Sijue's eyes, she had no choice but to lower her head and drink the soup.
The temperature of the soup is just right, slightly scalding your mouth, and it warms your stomach when you drink it.
And the soup is delicious.
In fact, Mo Xiaomeng had been hungry for a long time, and her stomach had already growled several times when she sat down. Maybe it was because she didn't eat much at noon, and then she stayed in the study room all afternoon, and fell asleep when she felt sleepy while reading.
After Mo Xiaomeng finished the bowl of soup, she felt much better in her stomach and no longer whined like she did just now.
She raised her eyes and glanced at him.
I thought to myself, could it be that he heard her stomach growling, so he took care of her so much and let her eat first
She asked, "Where's your dad? Don't you have to wait for him to eat together?"
Yesijue responded, "He went on a business trip to Germany this morning and won't be back for a few days."
Yang Zixuan also treated her quickly. She applied some ointment to her burned right hand and wrapped it in a bandage.
When she walked over, she saw the bowl of soup in front of Mo Xiaomeng that she had just finished drinking.
Taking another look, the bowl in front of Yesijue was gone.
Apparently it was Yesijue who gave his soup to Mo Xiaomeng.
Yang Zixuan was already angry, but now she was even angrier, gritting her teeth and staring at Mo Xiaomeng.
"Why are you so rude? As a guest, you have to eat before waiting for the host."
She said angrily, subconsciously wanting to hit Mo Xiaomeng.
Unexpectedly, as she swung her left hand, her right hand subconsciously swung back, hitting the back of the chair. "Ouch!" Her facial features wrinkled up in pain.
Night Mother asked worriedly, "Zixuan, why are you not careful? Are you okay?"
Yang Zixuan held her right hand and complained with tears in her eyes, "Aunt Pei, look at her, everyone is injured, but she is sitting here and eating first with peace of mind. How can she be such a person!"
Night Mother looked up.
Ye Sijue glanced at Yang Zixuan coldly and said to his mother, "Xiaomeng is hungry, so I will let her drink some soup first to appease her stomach."
Night Mother had no intention of scolding her. She nodded, looked at Mo Xiaomeng and said with a smile, "Xiaomeng, don't be restrained. Just treat it as your own home. Eat when you're hungry. You don't have to wait for us."
"Aunt Pei!" Yang Zixuan was not happy to hear what she said.
"Okay Zixuan, sit down and eat."
Yang Zixuan sat down reluctantly, looked at her hand that had just hurt again aggrievedly, and then glared at Mo Xiaomeng angrily.
It's all this woman's fault!
Yang Zixuan was so depressed. Why did he always suffer the consequences even if he tried to harm her
How evil!
She pouted, looked at Yes Jue coquettishly and said, "Brother Si Jue, my right hand is injured and I can't hold chopsticks. Can you help me pick up the food?"
"Use a fork." Ye Sijue said, motioning for the servant to bring a fork to her.
Yang Zixuan's expression fell again.
Mo Xiaomeng was not a fool. She could feel Yang Zixuan's unkindness towards her, so she didn't say much and just lowered her head to eat.
At this time, the housekeeper came over and said, "Master, madam, Master Yin and Miss Mu are here."
Mo Xiaomeng was stunned.
Miss Mu? Is it Xiaoxiao
Ye Sijue was a little confused, "Why are they here suddenly?"
(End of chapter)