Situ Qinglang rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the eel that was about to be in trouble. He took the knife handed to Shenxin with his right hand. He raised the knife and fell, and the eel's body broke up.

This scene is too bloody! Poor little eel!

Sweetheart pouted and complained: "Can't you be gentle with it and kill it with less cruel means?"

"How else can you be gentle? Tell a cold joke and freeze it to death?" Situ Qinglang bounced her head, "Cook quickly, what do you want to do so much."

Sweetheart stuck out his tongue and planned to silently recite a great compassion mantra to the eel on the chopping board to save it.

Even though she was quick-witted, it took more than two hours to have a sumptuous dinner. It was eight o'clock, and sweetheart shouted to the outside: "It's done."

Situ Qinglang did not respond.

Sweetheart had a head out of the kitchen, and saw him frowning and looking at his phone, and he didn't hear anything he said.

Sweetheart thought of the phone call again. She had forgotten that thing, but seeing Situ Qinglang so serious, she felt a little uncomfortable, or was a little jealous.

Who is that person?

Does she live with Qinglang?

Qinglang has to have dinner with her every day?

The more sweetheart thought about it, the more he became, the more he collapsed. He had no idea that Situ Qinglang was just reading the text message sent by his sister. Qingqing had just told him what was happening at home and told him to be more at ease when he came back tonight, and He Jing cried.

Why are you crying so hard?

Situ Qinglang only felt that He Jing had never laughed much when she was with her, and she had a wronged face most of the time.

He thought about it and replied: "I understand."

"If you don't want to come back, I can make an excuse for you. I wish you a happy evening (⊙o⊙)!"

Situ Qinglang put away his cell phone with agitation and cried, and when he looked up, he found that sweetheart was standing in front of him.

"What are you doing?" He frowned, feeling guilty in his heart, worried that the text message Qingqing sent would be seen by Sweetheart.

"What are you doing?" Sweetheart felt aggrieved, "I called you for dinner, didn't you hear it?"

Situ Qinglang stood up and put the table in front of him without saying a word. Seeing that he had no idea of ​​explanation, Tianxin couldn't help but want to put her head in the soil like a deflated ball.

Forget it, he just forget it if he doesn't want to say it.

She served the meal, served the rice, and moved a small stool and sat next to her, and started eating.

Situ Qinglang picked up a chicken thigh and put it into her bowl: "Eat it."

He is always like this. The occasional subtle care can move Sweetheart, but when he is moved, he feels even more wronged. Sweetheart wants to know what happened and whether he has any secrets hidden from him.

She sniffed and wanted to cry.

Situ Qinglang put down the bowls and chopsticks and asked, "What's wrong, unhappy?"

"No..." Sweetheart didn't want to say it, and lowered his head and was busy cooking rice.

Situ Qinglang thought for a while and said, "Sweetheart, you seem to be different from before. You dare to say anything in the past. Now you always look forward to the past. What are you afraid of?"

"I..." Sweetheart bit her lower lip, "Nothing."

"Are you afraid of me?" Situ Qinglang asked, "Are you afraid of me scolding you? You are not as cute as before."

When Sweetheart heard this, she felt a thrill in her heart - what does it mean to be less cute than before? Is this what he meant to start to hate himself?
Chapter completed!