Endless Pampering Only For You

He continued, "Furthermore, even if I knew, how could I get it? I'm not stealing. With so many people in your family, I went to your house to steal things, and I still haven't been found?"

Han Qiqing thought about it, put his finger down, and said frustrated, "It can only be said that ... fate."

Song Shijun also felt that this matter was a little overwhelming, and nodded, "Probably, usually you don't see this kind of thing when you go abroad."

Han Qiqing was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk anymore, sitting idly.

Song Shijun was thinking of how to make her happy, but when she saw that she wanted to be quiet, she wouldn't make a noise.

Ten minutes later, breakfast was prepared for him in the kitchen.

He touched Qi Qing's arm and said, "Let's go and have breakfast first."

"I don't want to eat." Han Qiqing shook his head and said that the whole face was expressionless.

Song Shijun snorted and pulled her arm forcefully, "You do n’t want to eat, you have to eat, do n’t think I do n’t know, you must have got up early to pack your luggage, and then you have been looking for your passport, and have n’t had breakfast Come, come, even if you do n’t want to eat, come with me. "

Hearing his words, the steward nodded aside, indicating that he was right.

"Look, it's time now, how can you not eat?" Song Shijun would not let her abuse herself.

Han Qiqing couldn't beat him, and he didn't have the strength, so he was pulled to the table.

The maid served breakfast for two.

Han Qiqing held the fork, picking spaghetti one by one, without any intention of putting it in his mouth.

"Did you eat or not?" Song Shijun held her back and threatened deliberately. "If you don't eat, I'll feed you after I finish eating."

Han Qiqing raised his eyes and glared at him, "You're annoying! It doesn't matter to you whether I have breakfast or not."

Of course, she knew in her heart that he cared about her.

However, she is very upset now, and her entire emotions are on the verge of disintegration, and she wants to vent her temper.

Song Shijun was indifferent to her words and did not mean to be angry.

"You have to lose your temper with me, and you have to have breakfast before you have the strength to lose your temper with me? Hurry up, if you do n’t like this, let the kitchen get you something else."

Song Shijun thought about it, and told the housekeeper, let the kitchen make some good entrance breakfast, such as porridge and the like.

When Han Qiqing heard it, he retorted, "I don't want to drink porridge!"

"Then what do you want to eat?" Song Shijun looked at her and asked.

Han Qiqing snorted and said with a small face, "I don't want to eat anything."

Song Shijun was too lazy to look at your expression and said to the housekeeper, "Just make porridge, it is more convenient. If she refuses to eat, I will pour her."

housekeeper,"……"

Is this really good?

Song Shijun waved to him, "Go!"

"Oh, okay ..." The steward gave a sting, then turned into the kitchen and ordered the chef.

Han Qiqing stared at Song Shijun in depression, his arms around his chest, and exclaimed, "Are you going to pour me? You are neurotic, it's my business whether I eat breakfast or not, and it's not starving your stomach."

Song Shijun rolled up the spaghetti with a fork and put it in his mouth, taking a bite of grace.

He raised his eyes and looked at her and said, "Oh, you know that it ’s not my stomach who is hungry? Han Qiqing, have you made any progress? For a man, I do n’t think about it, I despise you!"

Han Qiqing's expression paused, and he was a little bit aggrieved.