Mo Shu hadn’t enjoyed a al so thoroughly for a long, long ti.
At ho, Yu Siqiao strictly controlled her diet, and besides Yu Siqiao, there was also Grandpa Wu and a nutritionist.
And now, even though Ji Nan was still there reminding her not to eat too much of this or that, it was far more pleasurable than at ho.
Mo Shu felt very satisfied, rubbed her stomach, and said, "I’m so full!"
Xiao Yuanzi was also very satisfied with the al, and seeing Mo Shu’s reaction was pleased with today’s suggestion, "Do you like it?"
Mo Shu imdiately replied happily, "I like it!"
Xiao Yuanzi: "Hee hee, I like it too. It’s so delicious. I rarely eat such strong-flavored food at ho."
"Why? Doesn’t your family like it?"
"Yes, the Fei Family prefers bland flavors, especially Fei Helin’s mom, her taste is so bland that she doesn’t even like to add salt to her als."
Mo Shu thought of the Dean, "Older people are like that."
"Who’s old? She’s only in her forties, and she looks like she’s in her thirties, not old at all," Xiao Yuan clicked his tongue, "Starting health maintenance so early, no wonder she looks so young."
Mo Shu couldn’t help but laugh, "Is that a complint or a complaint?"
"Hahaha, just saying, she’s indeed young and beautiful, just a bit rigid in personality..." as he spoke, Xiao Yuan’s voice gradually lowered, as if reminded of sothing, a mont of lancholy flickered in his eyes, "Let’s go."
Mo Shu didn’t ask, she nodded, "Mm."
When Xiao Yuan returned ho, it was rare that Fei Helin was also there.
Fei Helin sat on the couch in the living room, dressed in casual howear, holding a crystal goblet in his hand, the dark red liquid inside swaying slightly with his movents.
When Xiao Yuan saw him, her already not-so-good mood worsened imdiately.
With just a glance at him, Xiao Yuan changed into her slippers and walked inside.
Fei Helin snorted coldly, "Reeking of odor! Haven’t I told you to quit those strong-slling foods already?"
Xiao Yuan sniffed herself, frowning deeply.
Nowadays, hotpot and restaurants usually have ventilation to absorb almost all the odors of smoke, and at this mont, Xiao Yuan could only sll her perfu, where was the bad sll coming from?
"Are you just looking for trouble?" Xiao Yuan rolled her eyes at him, swinging her bag as she walked inside.
"Am I picking a fight or are you bringing it upon yourself?" Fei Helin put down his glass, speaking coldly, "Xiao Yuanzi, my patience is limited."
Xiao Yuan’s heart felt pierced.
Back then, he never said such things.
His mother didn’t like those kinds of slls, he would secretly pull her aside and whisper: It’s okay, she doesn’t like it, but if we do, it’s fine. At most, just take a shower and change clothes before seeing her; how could she find out?
The old Fei Helin was poor and had nothing, except an abundance of gentleness towards her.
And when exactly did it begin, that he had nothing left for her but a cold face, a few years ago, Xiao Yuanzi could never have imagined that the Fei Helin who treated her like a treasure would now just gloomily tell her: Xiao Yuanzi, my patience is limited.
As the mories hit her once again, she found herself alone in their depths.
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