Sitting at the dining table, Qiao Yanli looked at the three dishes and one soup. He held his chopsticks and didn't move for a long time.
Seeing this, Xia Yanxi asked nervously, "Isn't it to your liking?"
Qiao Yanli narrowed his narrow black eyes slightly, with a hint of emotion in his expression, "No, it's just that I haven't had such a common meal in a long time."
Xia Yanxi thought about the first time she came to the apartment with him. The kitchen countertop was clean and there was nothing in the refrigerator. At first glance, he looked like a man who couldn't cook. But thinking about it, he was busy with work and often traveled on business. There is no time to fire.
Qiao Yanli picked up a piece of home-made beans and chewed it gently. His eyes darkened a little when he looked at Xia Yanxi, "It tastes like mom."
Xia Yanxi blushed and glared at him, "Your mother must cook better than me."
A touch of sadness flashed in Qiao Yanli's eyes, "She has passed away."
Xia Yanxi's heart tightened, and she pursed her lips hard. She looked at Qiao Yanli, whose expression became sentimental, with complicated eyes. She whispered, "I'm sorry, I don't know your mother..."
Qiao Yanli put down the bowl and chopsticks, and gently stroked the top of her head with his long slender hands, "So, we are both suffering from the same disease, and we are both children without a mother, right?"
Xia Yanxi thought of her mother, and she said a somewhat uncomfortable 'hmm'.
"Okay, don't think about sad things. Let's have dinner?" He quickly changed his expression and looked relaxed. Xia Yanxi looked at him and felt a little sorry for him.
No matter how glamorous you look on the outside and how impressive your status is, in fact, deep down inside, there will still be pain!
He seemed to have a good appetite tonight and actually finished all the food she cooked. Xia Yanxi looked at him worriedly, "Could it be that grief and anger turned into appetite?"
Qiao Yanli's dark eyes were filled with a little smile. He took Xia Yanxi's little hand and placed it in front of his abdomen, "My husband is full, please help him rub it."
Xia Yanxi did not refuse and actually rubbed him a few times.
Although she was full, her lower abdomen under the shirt was still flat and firm, without a trace of fat. When she rubbed it for him, she could still feel his thin but powerful abdominal muscles.
"Yan Xi, when you have time in the future, you can often cook for your husband, okay?"
Xia Yanxi nodded, "Okay, as long as you don't think my cooking is not delicious."
Qiao Yanli kissed Xia Yanxi's forehead, "It's delicious, better than any big meal outside."
"I find that you are getting better and better at making girls happy."
"I just coax my wife."
Xia Yanxi looked at the man in front of her who was so handsome that it was hard to take her eyes away. She was suddenly glad that Yao Manlian had drugged her on her father's birthday party.
If she hadn't been drugged, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to find this man, let alone have sex with him.
She could tell that if she hadn't taken the initiative that night, he wouldn't have wanted her.
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At night, Xia Yanxi had a sweet and peaceful sleep.
This was the soundest and sweetest sleep she had ever had since her mother left her.
In the dream, there were flowers, trees, a villa, and a wonderful man who was gentle and doting on her.
Although she still knew very little about him, she seemed to smell happiness and sweetness wherever he was.
Early the next morning, Qiao Yanli went to work in the company. Xia Yanxi went to the hospital to visit her brother. By the way, she also told her brother that she would be filming on the set in two days and might not come to see him every day.