Chapter 902
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Soon, Jiang Xibao had the meal ready.
Three dishes and one porridge.
There is also steaming white rice just out of the pot. It looks very attractive with clear grains.
“……”
Jiang Xibao was holding the meal and looking at the living room of the tea table, his eyes were at a loss.
Sure enough, no matter how many times I look at it, I just think it's a garbage dump.
After a loud crash.
Liang Yuran swept the things on the "tea table" to the ground without expression.
“……”
Jiang Xibao puts the plate in front of Liang Yuran.
"I don't know what you like to eat, so I only made a little of everything."
She was smiling warmly. She didn't notice that Liang Yuran's sight had been on her face.
“……”
“……”
Two people looking at each other face to face, Jiang Xibao is a little puzzled.
"Chopsticks..."
Seeing that she had no response, Liang had no choice but to speak.
"Oh, yes! I'll get it! "
Jiang Xibao turned and went into the kitchen. When he came back, he had a set of tableware in his hand.
"Here you are."
Pass it to him.
Liang Yuran looked at the soft white hands and said nothing.
Jiang Xibao found a gap beside the tea table and sat down.
Hands in the cheek, looking at Liang ran.
"Fat beef in sour soup, boiled cabbage, shrimp with smooth eggs and lean meat porridge with preserved eggs."
Liang had no expression.
He looked down at the fat cow in sour soup.
The golden soup is also dotted with green and red peppers, and the sliced beef is oily. The hot and sour taste is coming, which makes people full of saliva.
Put the chopsticks on the rice and pour the soup through the rice immediately.
It's crystal clear.
"Is it delicious?"
Seeing him eat, Jiang Xibao asked, smiling warmly in the dark yellow wall lamp.
Liang Yuran still kept a high and cold posture and didn't say a word, but his chopsticks movement was obviously accelerated.
While he was eating, Jiang Xibao looked around carefully.
"How long has it been since you were cleaned?"
Liang Yuran's hand suddenly stops and looks up at her with alert eyes, which makes Jiang Xibao feel puzzled.
"A month."
"Only a month!"
Jiang Xibao opened her eyes wide. She thought it would take at least half a year to make it like this.
I didn't expect it was only a month.
Liang Yuran resumed his silence and handed him the empty bowl.
Jiang Xibao naturally took it and walked towards the kitchen, but on the way he hit his leg and hissed.
When he came back after the rice, Jiang Xibao didn't notice that the things that hit her just now had been moved to the side quietly.
"Who told you to come?"
Liang Yuran could not see his anger and joy on his face. After eating a bowl, he obviously slowed down his eating speed.
"The man whose hair was dyed silver gray."
Holy hands.
Liang Yuran knew it.
"That..."
Jiang Xibao avoided the garbage at his feet and wanted to sit down, but he didn't pass the test.
It's a mess.
Liang Yuran looks up at her with unclear eyes.
"I can Can I help you clean your room? "
She's sick to watch!
"No money!"
For fear that Liang might be misunderstood, he hastened to make up another sentence.
Liang Yuran didn't speak. His tall figure brought a huge shadow, forming a strong air current in the dark living room, making the surrounding atmosphere strange and cold.
The thick curtain is airtight, the sunlight outside doesn't shine in at all, and there is a gloomy smell in the air.
Jiang Xibao could not help shivering.
"Whatever you want."
For a long time, he spat out three cold words from Liang's thin lips.
But her eyes moved down her white and fat face to her neck, where there was the red mark he had hurt before.
Mind your own business.
Liang Yuran said coldly in his heart.
But her eyes unconsciously moved to her neck.
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Soon, Jiang Xibao had the meal ready.
Three dishes and one porridge.
There is also steaming white rice just out of the pot. It looks very attractive with clear grains.
“……”
Jiang Xibao was holding the meal and looking at the living room of the tea table, his eyes were at a loss.
Sure enough, no matter how many times I look at it, I just think it's a garbage dump.
After a loud crash.
Liang Yuran swept the things on the "tea table" to the ground without expression.
“……”
Jiang Xibao puts the plate in front of Liang Yuran.
"I don't know what you like to eat, so I only made a little of everything."
She was smiling warmly. She didn't notice that Liang Yuran's sight had been on her face.
“……”
“……”
Two people looking at each other face to face, Jiang Xibao is a little puzzled.
"Chopsticks..."
Seeing that she had no response, Liang had no choice but to speak.
"Oh, yes! I'll get it! "
Jiang Xibao turned and went into the kitchen. When he came back, he had a set of tableware in his hand.
"Here you are."
Pass it to him.
Liang Yuran looked at the soft white hands and said nothing.
Jiang Xibao found a gap beside the tea table and sat down.
Hands in the cheek, looking at Liang ran.
"Fat beef in sour soup, boiled cabbage, shrimp with smooth eggs and lean meat porridge with preserved eggs."
Liang had no expression.
He looked down at the fat cow in sour soup.
The golden soup is also dotted with green and red peppers, and the sliced beef is oily. The hot and sour taste is coming, which makes people full of saliva.
Put the chopsticks on the rice and pour the soup through the rice immediately.
It's crystal clear.
"Is it delicious?"
Seeing him eat, Jiang Xibao asked, smiling warmly in the dark yellow wall lamp.
Liang Yuran still kept a high and cold posture and didn't say a word, but his chopsticks movement was obviously accelerated.
While he was eating, Jiang Xibao looked around carefully.
"How long has it been since you were cleaned?"
Liang Yuran's hand suddenly stops and looks up at her with alert eyes, which makes Jiang Xibao feel puzzled.
"A month."
"Only a month!"
Jiang Xibao opened her eyes wide. She thought it would take at least half a year to make it like this.
I didn't expect it was only a month.
Liang Yuran resumed his silence and handed him the empty bowl.
Jiang Xibao naturally took it and walked towards the kitchen, but on the way he hit his leg and hissed.
When he came back after the rice, Jiang Xibao didn't notice that the things that hit her just now had been moved to the side quietly.
"Who told you to come?"
Liang Yuran could not see his anger and joy on his face. After eating a bowl, he obviously slowed down his eating speed.
"The man whose hair was dyed silver gray."
Holy hands.
Liang Yuran knew it.
"That..."
Jiang Xibao avoided the garbage at his feet and wanted to sit down, but he didn't pass the test.
It's a mess.
Liang Yuran looks up at her with unclear eyes.
"I can Can I help you clean your room? "
She's sick to watch!
"No money!"
For fear that Liang might be misunderstood, he hastened to make up another sentence.
Liang Yuran didn't speak. His tall figure brought a huge shadow, forming a strong air current in the dark living room, making the surrounding atmosphere strange and cold.
The thick curtain is airtight, the sunlight outside doesn't shine in at all, and there is a gloomy smell in the air.
Jiang Xibao could not help shivering.
"Whatever you want."
For a long time, he spat out three cold words from Liang's thin lips.
But her eyes moved down her white and fat face to her neck, where there was the red mark he had hurt before.
Mind your own business.
Liang Yuran said coldly in his heart.
But her eyes unconsciously moved to her neck.
Soon, Jiang Xibao had the meal ready. Three dishes and one porridge. There is also steaming white rice just out of the pot. It looks very attractive with clear grains. Jiang Xibao was holding the meal and looking at the living room of the tea table, his eyes were at a loss. Sure enough, no matter how many times I look at it, I just think it's a garbage dump. After a loud crash. Liang Yuran swept the things on the "tea table" to the ground without expression. Jiang Xibao puts the plate in front of Liang Yuran. "I don't know what you like to eat, so I only made a little of everything." She was smiling warmly. She didn't notice that Liang Yuran's sight had been on her face. Two people looking at each other face to face, Jiang Xibao is a little puzzled. "Chopsticks..." Seeing that she had no response, Liang had no choice but to speak. "Oh, yes! I'll get it! " Jiang Xibao turned and went into the kitchen. When he came back, he had a set of tableware in his hand. "Here you are." Pass it to him. Liang Yuran looked at the soft white hands and said nothing. Jiang Xibao found a gap beside the tea table and sat down. Hands in the cheek, looking at Liang ran. "Fat beef in sour soup, boiled cabbage, shrimp with smooth eggs and lean meat porridge with preserved eggs." Liang had no expression. He looked down at the fat cow in sour soup. The golden soup is also dotted with green and red peppers, and the sliced beef is oily. The hot and sour taste is coming, which makes people full of saliva. Put the chopsticks on the rice and pour the soup through the rice immediately. It's crystal clear. "Is it delicious?" Seeing him eat, Jiang Xibao asked, smiling warmly in the dark yellow wall lamp. Liang Yuran still kept a high and cold posture and didn't say a word, but his chopsticks movement was obviously accelerated. While he was eating, Jiang Xibao looked around carefully. "How long has it been since you were cleaned?" Liang Yuran's hand suddenly stops and looks up at her with alert eyes, which makes Jiang Xibao feel puzzled. "A month." "Only a month!" Jiang Xibao opened her eyes wide. She thought it would take at least half a year to make it like this. I didn't expect it was only a month. Liang Yuran resumed his silence and handed him the empty bowl. Jiang Xibao naturally took it and walked towards the kitchen, but on the way he hit his leg and hissed. When he came back after the rice, Jiang Xibao didn't notice that the things that hit her just now had been moved to the side quietly. "Who told you to come?" Liang Yuran could not see his anger and joy on his face. After eating a bowl, he obviously slowed down his eating speed. "The man whose hair was dyed silver gray." Holy hands. Liang Yuran knew it. "That..." Jiang Xibao avoided the garbage at his feet and wanted to sit down, but he didn't pass the test. It's a mess. Liang Yuran looks up at her with unclear eyes. "I can Can I help you clean your room? " She's sick to watch! "No money!" For fear that Liang might be misunderstood, he hastened to make up another sentence. Liang Yuran didn't speak. His tall figure brought a huge shadow, forming a strong air current in the dark living room, making the surrounding atmosphere strange and cold. The thick curtain is airtight, the sunlight outside doesn't shine in at all, and there is a gloomy smell in the air. Jiang Xibao could not help shivering. "Whatever you want." For a long time, he spat out three cold words from Liang's thin lips. But her eyes moved down her white and fat face to her neck, where there was the red mark he had hurt before. Mind your own business. Liang Yuran said coldly in his heart. But her eyes unconsciously moved to her neck.
