"Didn't it mean inviting me to dinner? Before the guests come, you'll eat first."

Fu Zhimei, dressed in her home clothes, opened her seat and looked down at me as she approached the bowl. She was in a particularly good mood.

Shen Xingyue, look at me.

"Eat."

just don't look at him, maybe you want to say something about me, continue to pick up the food,

"Do you want to eat like this all night?"

Fu Zhimei knew that the woman in front of him did not eat hard or soft, and his tone softened down.

felt that her face was not so hot. She raised her head slowly, but...