Chapter 93 Song Huai’s Response

Chen Qianzhao waved his hand disregardedly, "It's okay."

As she said that, she picked up a piece of crispy meat and was about to put it into her mouth... Suddenly, Song Huai spoke again.

“They will grow blisters.”

Four simple words, cold and emotional.

With a "smack" sound, the crispy piece of meat slid down from Chen Qianzhao's chopsticks and smashed on the table.

Chen Qianzhao: "..."

Song Huai thoughtfully cleaned up the piece of crispy meat that had dropped on the table.

Chen Qianzhao's mouth was sagging, and he set his eyes on the white vegetarian dish, and took a few bites to eat, thinking: "Why do I just don't believe it if I eat fried food?"

Caiqiu, who came back, slowly breathed a sigh of relief and raised a thumbs up to Song Huai in his heart. Lord Song had done what the person did.

She had long wanted to stop Chen Qianzhao from eating these hot foods, and now she had stopped.

Seeing that Chen Qianzhao stopped moving the crispy meat in the bowl, Xie Ming just glanced at Song Huai beside him and thought to himself: This is probably the martial arts teacher whom His Majesty invited the princess to the recent rumor in the palace.

His extraordinary temperament is very different from other factories he had met in the past, and even the supervisor of the East Factory.

But people in Dongchang have always been cold-hearted and indifferent, and rarely care about someone like this.

He felt a little strange, but for a moment, he couldn't catch anything.

Xue Ling, who was originally unhappy about Song Huai taking the plate of sweet and sour rice, also noticed that Chen Qianzhao no longer ate the bowl of crispy meat he had with his name, and he was not as silenced as before.

At this time, when Song Huai looked at him, he was not as disgusted as he was at the beginning, and he also vaguely guessed that this was the teacher who taught Chen Qianzhao to practice martial arts.

His eyes stayed on that extremely outstanding face for a while, and his brow frowned. There was someone who looked so outstanding in the East Factory?

Somehow, when he saw the two sitting in everything, he felt a slight sense of uneasiness and discomfort in his heart...

Xue Ling thought to himself that he was thinking too much, but he was just a castrator. No matter how outstanding his appearance was, he was still a castrator who could not be promoted.

Xie Ming is the only one who threatens himself.

Thinking of it, he glanced at Xie Ming again, and saw that the other party was just eating calmly, saying little, and not saying much.

He sneered in his heart, no matter how much Chen Qianzhao likes you, you are just a poor family.

How do these people compare with themselves?

Xue Shide's face looked normal, but he was dissatisfied with the fact that Chen Qianzhao had just lost food on the table and was disgraced.

How can such a rude woman be worthy of Ling'er?

Xie Lin was eating and drinking, and looked at Chen Qianzhao and saw what else he had to do.

Everyone at the same table has their own thoughts.

Just when everyone was not paying attention, Chen Qianzhao held a spoon in his left hand and drank the soup with his right hand silently under the table. He quietly poked out and gently poked into Song Huai's broad palm.

A soft and soft little piece, Song Huai's body stiffened, his whole back was tense, and he was shocked!

This is Xie's house, a living room, if someone walks around, he will undoubtedly see her. How could she be so bold...

Caiqiu's eyes behind him were wide open! The master was so blatant! This is still in Xie's Mansion!

Xie Lin guessed from the reaction of Caiqiu behind Chen Qianzhao that the two of them must be something unknown. He observed secretly and found that Chen Qianzhao was drinking soup calmly and Song Huai was picking up food to eat, but his movements were really stiff, and even his expression was tense, as if he was restraining something.

What these two people have in common is that they both have one hand on the table.

Chen Qianzhao drank soup with his left hand and Song Huai drank meal with his right hand.

Xie Lin: "..." Do these two people think that others are blind?

Chen Qianzhao didn't hold Song Huai hard, but just gently placed his hand in Song Huai's palm, giving him a chance to push him away.

But for some reason, Song Huai just stood there stiffly and didn't move, as if he didn't notice a small hand quietly holding his hand.

His heartbeats as hard as before, and even surpasses his head, not as irritated as he was when he came in just now.

It was as if he was sick, and at this moment the one who quietly held his hand was the best medicine to cure his illness.

He didn't want to push it away, and he had a vague guess at his strangeness these days.

But when Song Huai's eyes fell on the stack of sweet and sour rice and the bowl of crispy meat on the table, he remembered what he had thought before that as long as Chen Qianzhao was willing, there would be countless talented men in the capital to recommend themselves to the pillows... It's true.

The feeling of depression quietly began to gain the upper hand again.

Song Huai unconsciously held the soft little hand tightly in his hand, as if he was about to carve it into his bones and blood.

Chen Qianzhao paused when drinking soup, looked at Song Huai in surprise, and responded...

Song Huai's strength was not very strong, but it was very tight. If Chen Qianzhao wanted to break free, he would not be able to break free even if he wanted to break free.

Chen Qianzhao has always been very clear that Song Huai is different from others. He has used the reserved girl's style of being used, but it is useless to him.

The trick of chasing and fighting is even more inappropriate. After all, it is easy to scare people away.

Therefore, she chose the most obscure method, inadvertently teasing her during contact, sometimes close and sometimes far away. Whether she is deliberately approaching or being alienated, the time should not be too long.

She had been waiting for the moment when Song Huai could respond to her in reverse.

But Chen Qianzhao didn't expect that this moment would come so quickly that she was more surprised than surprise and could not react at all.

At this moment, with a "clang", the spoon next to Xue Shide somehow fell to the ground.

Everyone's eyes fell in the direction of Xue Shide.

Xue Shide's face turned dark. It wasn't me who fell. What were you watching me do?

The servant hurried forward and brought a new spoon.

At this moment, as long as the person who gave the spoon bent down and squatted down to pick up the spoon that was broken in half, he could easily find the hand that Chen Qianzhao was holding tightly with Song Huai under the table.

Chen Qianzhao gritted his teeth. Even if he wanted to be open and upright with Song Huai, it was not the time now. It was not a good thing for Song Huai now.

If the father and brother knew about it, they might even punish Song Huai... or even...

Chen Qianzhao clenched his teeth and gently twitched his hand, wanting to take his hand back from Song Huai's hand.

Unexpectedly, Song Huai refused to let go of anyone at all. He just held Chen Qianzhao's hand tightly, as if he was gambled with him, and as if he was gambling with Shen Qianzhao, so he didn't know what he was betting on.

Seeing that the man was about to squat down, Chen Qianzhao was completely panicked and quickly tried to withdraw his hand. Song Huai felt this force.

His eyes were dark, and his hands holding Chen Qianzhao were neither tight nor loose, but tighter.

Chen Qianzhao turned his face to look at Song Huai, and his eyes signaled him to let go. Although she was very happy to get a response from someone who was happy, isn't this a nonsense now?

But when she bumped into Song Huai's gaze, she was stunned...
Chapter completed!