MTL - The 99th Divorce-Chapter 43 First time eating alone

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Feeling that two columns of cold and sharp eyes fell down, Su Qianci looked up subconsciously, and caught in a cold deep sea.

cold.

It's so cold!

Su Qianci's heart was cold, but he saw those eyes slowly sliding down.

Looking down his eyes, Su Qianci saw the lake-green skirt, with one leg resting on the back of the sofa, while the other was resting on the armrest. From his point of view, the fine white thigh , Revealing a short section of safety pants ...

All of a sudden, ‘噌’ turned red, and ‘唰’ sat upright.

"How can that be," Lu Yihan didn't notice the strangeness of Su Qianci, opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of Coke. "How about Saturday night? I'll invite you to a big meal."

Su Qianci was staring at Li Sicheng's aggressive eyes, but felt that some scalp was exploding. For a while, when he heard Lu Yihan's words, it was like saying a mantra, he responded in a random way and hung up the phone.

Heart, beating so fast!

Inexplicably, Su Qianci felt very guilty.

It's just like……

Stealing-Love is caught.

"Did you finish talking?" Li Sicheng narrowed his eyes, his voice was slightly mute, and he was as cold as a hail.

Still in that tone, it is no different from usual.

However, Su Qianci's heart was even weaker, and he quickly shifted the topic. "It turned out that you are already back, I thought you would work overtime."

Li Sicheng raised his eyebrows, stood upright, his slender long legs straightened, put one hand into one of his pockets, and asked, "Do you really want me to work overtime?"

Su Qianci's voice was stagnant, and for a while he didn't know what to say.

In his last life, Li Sicheng worked overtime.

And one plus is three days.

Whenever she called to urge him to go home, he had only one word-busy!

But now, why not ‘busy’?

Su Qianci heard the sound, and whispered, "How can ..."

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

The maid Rongma said in a timely manner: "Sir, madam, dinner is ready."

"Huh!" Su Qianci glanced at Rongma with a gratefulness, and, naturally, washed her hands and sat at the table.

Li Sicheng walked down the second floor without any trouble, and every step, he heard a slight footstep.

The rhythm is steady and calm.

Like an ancient emperor, high above him, the sound of footsteps brought a strong sense of oppression to Su Qianci.

Of course, a larger part is due to Su Qianci's guilty conscience.

But why is she guilty?

She obviously didn't do anything, did she?

Su Qianci thought of it here, and she felt much better at once.

Hold out the chopsticks and go pickle. Put a chopstick in the bowl and eat slowly.

The action is elegant, raising hands to inexplicably have a sense of beauty.

The last two days are so different.

However, it can be seen that the eating phase formed naturally is not intentional.

How many changes can be made in just a few days?

Could it have been loaded the previous two days?

But, what good would it be to pretend that the straw bag was useless?

Li Sicheng felt more and more unable to understand this woman.

Converging, I took the chopsticks gracefully, stretched out my hands, and slid toward a shrimp.

Precisely, Su Qianci's chopsticks have been stretched over, and the two's chopsticks hit each other at once, and they were handed over in parallel.