Chapter 410

"I'm really hungry. I'm hungry. I don't believe you touch me..."

Little fox spirit holds Zhan Muqian's big hand boldly and forcefully with her fox claw, and presses it to his stomach involuntarily -

Zhan Muqian is still cold-blooded, and he is even colder and merciless. In the words of Jiang mianmianmian, he is his father!

Fortunately, he finally seemed to compromise a little bit. He was pulling him by cotton wool and dragged him to the dining table to sit down.

Mian Mian wants to please him and gain his understanding.

But she didn't begin to lick her face and say it was the meal I made for you.

Well, I'm the president's big money. Is it very touching to wash your hands and make soup for you?

With this style is not suitable for ginger cotton cotton painting style, cotton cotton heart is refused!

So she thought it would be better to wait for him to finish eating.

She took the initiative to serve Zhan Muqian with soup, like a lovely, gentle, virtuous little daughter-in-law.

Zhan Muqian drinks the soup coldly. Although Mianmian hasn't confessed, he instinctively stares at his swallowing action.

He took only one sip, frowned, put down the spoon, and his face seemed darker.

Mian Mian's heart was hit!

Wipe!

Is it so hard to drink!

She tossed from dawn to dusk!

And what she has tasted, obviously, is OK. The chef also said that although it's not perfect, it's ok as a homely dish. Isn't Zhan Muqian's mouth so tough?!

At last, the man was willing to look at her.

It's just that the two legs of Mian Mian's stomach are trembling.

"Zhan, Zhan uncle What are you doing? Calm down

Zhan Muqian breathed a few times, and his brow was even tighter.

A moment later, in a sharp voice, he ordered, "reach out."

"Ah?"

Cotton is a bit muddled, hand?

Why do you want to reach out?

Is he going to hit her on the palm?!

Wipe!

Only punish the pupils who copy their homework.

Cotton cotton heart is resistant, tyrant! Hegemony!

However, the body is very honest and weak to extend her little hand

Zhan Muqian breathed slowly, then shouted: "two hands!"

The little woman was shaken by his roar.

Immediately he obediently spread out both hands in front of his eyes.

The man was holding her wrist, and his strong vision was examining the fine scratches on her hands inch by inch.

There are at least a dozen of them. He rubbed the transparent ointment with his hands, but there is a little light yellow color. No wonder he just felt that the taste of her body was not right. It was the ointment!

Cotton eyes are closed.

Zhan Muqian hasn't hit her palm yet, but it's terrible to think about it.

In particular, she can't help but close her eyes and mend his brain. What tool might he use to hit her

If it's by hand, it's OK to say. If he picks up chopsticks and spoons, it must be very painful!

Loli finally can't help grinning and howling, "you're angry. Can you stop beating my palm like a schoolboy? If you really want to fight, how about tomorrow? Today, I learned to cook with the chef. I peeled the seafood shell when I was boiling the soup. My hand was scratched and it hurt a little..."

"Hiss --"

Mian Mian gave a low snort, obviously feeling that her wrist was tightly grasped by him, and she opened her eyes in fear.

I saw that the face of the war chief was as black as that of the king of hell wearing the body of the Baogong