Endless Pampering Only For You

Ye Sijue was very domineering, "You eat, don't care about her, just burn it, it is not very serious."

He said, cooling the bowl of soup in front of him with a spoon and putting it in front of her.

"Drink some soup first."

Mo Xiaomeng hesitated, and under the persecution of Ye Sijue's eyes, he had to lower his head to drink soup.

The temperature of the soup is just right, the mouth is slightly hot, and it is very warm to drink.

And the soup is delicious.

In fact, Mo Xiaomeng was hungry long ago. When she sat down, she had muttered a few times, probably because she did n’t eat much at noon, and then spent the whole afternoon in the study ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Just went to sleep.

After Mo Xiaomeng drank the bowl of soup, he felt much more comfortable in his stomach, and was not as sad as he was just now.

She glanced up at him.

He trembled, did he hear the sound of her stomach groaning, so he took care of her so that she could eat first?

She asked, "What about your dad? Don't you wait for him to eat?"

Ye Sijue responded, "He went to Germany for a business trip this morning and will not be back for a few days."

Yang Zixuan's treatment was also very fast there, and the burned right hand was covered with some ointment and wrapped with a bandage.

When she came over, she saw the bowl of soup just before Mo Xiaomeng.

Looking at the situation again, the bowl in front of Ye Sijue was gone.

Apparently, Ye Sijue gave Mo Xiaomeng his soup.

Yang Zixuan was already angry, but now she is even more angry, gritting her teeth and staring at Mo Xiaomeng.

"Why are you so rude? As a guest, you eat before you wait for the host."

She said angrily, and she wanted to hit Mo Xiaomeng with her head.

Who knows, she swung her left hand and threw her subconsciously backwards, knocking on the back of the chair.

"Oh!" She wrinkled with pain in her features.

Yemu asked anxiously, "Zixuan, why are you not careful? Are you okay?"

Yang Zixuan held her right hand and complained with tears, "Aunt Pei, look at her, everyone is injured, but she is sitting here, eating it with peace of mind, how can such a person!"

Yemu looked up.

Ye Sijue gave Yang Zixuan a cold glance and said to his mother, "Xiao Meng is hungry, so I will let her drink some soup first, and put on her stomach."

Yemu had no intention of blame. She nodded and looked at Mo Xiaomen with a smile and said, "Xiao Meng, don't be restrained, just take your own home, eat when you are hungry, don't wait for us."

"Aunt Pei!" Yang Zixuan was unhappy when she said that.

"Okay, Xuan, sit down and eat."

Yang Zixuan sat down reluctantly, looking at his hand that had just been hurt again, and then glanced at Mo Xiaomeng with resentment.

Blame this woman!

Yang Zixuan died of depression. Why did she want to hurt her and suffer herself?

What an evil gate!

She murmured and looked at Ye Sijue coquettishly, and said, "Brother Sijue, I have injured my right hand. There is no way to take chopsticks. Can you help me with vegetables?"

"Use a fork," said Ye Sijue, motioning for the servant to bring her a fork.

Yang Zixuan's expression collapsed again.

Mo Xiaomeng is not a fool. She can feel that Yang Zixuan is not friendly to her, so she doesn't talk much, just bow her head to eat.

At this time, the housekeeper came over and said, "Master, Madam, Master Yin and Miss Mu are here."

Mo Xiaomeng froze.

Miss Mu? Is it small?

Ye Sijue was puzzled. "What are they doing here suddenly?"