Let him clean the house, let him get more plum cakes, and warm her up to sleep.
Thinking about it this way... Is he a masochist
It would be better to wish her to be like that, than to ignore him.
Even a glance is slanted.
It might be that he was absent-minded.
The third prince said, "Are you in a hurry?"
Qi Chimu spoke quickly, "No, I just want to..." She.
Shut up in time.
The third prince is very understanding, "I understand, newly married Yan'er, let's go back to accompany your wife."
Qi Chimu wanted to explain, but saw that the other party's eyes were bright, and he seemed to see through everything, so he could only take back the lie.
Then he gave up the chance to have a deep friendship with the third prince.
And came back again.
He also carried some plum sweet cakes in his hand.
The reminder that Qi Chimu came back just sounded.
Bai Weiwei was very natural and smooth, quickly familiar with her face with her hands on her face, a trace of melancholy on her face, her eyes filled with light and sadness, and she looked at the open plum blossoms outside the half-opened window.
Angles, poses, expressions.
Absolutely no dead ends.
Qi Chimu stepped into the door and looked up to see Bai Weiwei sitting at the table, facing him.
She was petite and thin, her slender snow-white fingers propped up her face, and it was rare that there was no such squeamish and indifferent expression on her face.
Instead, he was supported by his hand, and there was some cute baby fat.
But none of these could match the fragile and helpless sadness on her face.
When was Bai Weiwei who was arrogant and domineering, lacking brains and selfishness.
Also has such a sad and weak expression.
She has always been a little hedgehog.
Suffering also hurts people.
She seemed to have just noticed the person coming, and looked back at him blankly.
The end of his eyes were red, and tears were faintly seen in his eyes, and the wordless grievance and discomfort overflowed.
Qi Chimu was speechless for a while, so he could only stand stupidly, and the sweet cake in his hand also shook a few times.
Seeing that it was him, Bai Weiwei immediately reached out and rubbed her eyes, then snorted coldly, moved her sitting position, and turned her back to her.
Qi Chimu pursed her lips, a breath of anger lingered in her heart.
After hesitating for a moment, he moved slowly and walked behind her.
"Have a sweet cake?"
Bai Weiwei was silent.
Qi Chimu looked at her back for a while, then pressed his throat, trying to be as gentle as possible.
"I just made it, and I asked them to put more honey."
Bai Weiwei was indifferent and didn't even give him a cold snort.
Such a cold-war Bai Weiwei.
It made him feel at a loss, and even made him feel uncomfortable.
He would rather she scold him.
At least when scolding him, his eyes are very good-looking, and his eyes are as bright as light, and there are his shadows in those eyes.
Qi Chimu couldn't help but move to see her.
As a result, Bai Weiwei discovered his intention, changed her posture again, and continued to face him with her back.
Like this, just don't look at him.
It was the first time that Qi Chimu had been ignored so thoroughly. He clenched his fingers tightly, and the rope he was holding had to be squeezed into the flesh, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
He put the sweet cake on the table, and took apart the outsourcing paper, revealing the beautiful plum sweet cake inside.
Bai Weiwei glanced sideways.
Qi Chimu's eyes lit up.
As a result, she glanced at it, didn't look at it much, and turned her head again.
Not even a word of disgust.
Qi Chimu's eyes were gloomy. After holding back for so many days, he finally broke out. He grabbed Bai Weiwei and forced her to turn back.
Bai Weiwei was pulled by him, and her whole body fell back, directly into his arms.