Chapter 900: Apply Medicine to the Shameful Place (8)

Ye Sijue said again, "Didn't you just say you were hungry? If you don't come out to eat, breakfast will get cold, and it won't taste good if it's cold."

Now the weather is getting colder, and if the food is cold, it won't taste good.

As soon as she heard about food, a gurgling sound came from under Mo Xiaomeng's stomach.

Mo Xiaomeng moved, and finally raised her head reluctantly.

Ye Sijue looked at her red face, couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Mo Xiaomeng was stunned, why was he still...

Ye Sijue's tongue circled in her little mouth and slipped out.

"Also, I forgot to praise you just now."

Praise her?

Mo Xiaomeng blinked in confusion.

Ye Sijue had a wicked smile on his lips, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "The butt is very elastic."

"Hey!" Mo Xiaomeng finally exploded and clenched her little fist to hit him.

Ye Sijue let her hit him. Anyway, her little strength didn't hurt him at all.

I don't know if it was because his chest and shoulder muscles were too solid or she was too useless, but it hurt Mo Xiaomeng's hands.

"I won't pay attention to you!" Mo Xiaomeng snorted at him, got off the sofa, and hurried out of the room.

Ye Sijue laughed behind him and followed him.

In the living room.

Mo Xiaomeng followed the smell to the sofa and saw that the table was in a mess.

So many breakfasts were eaten, and only a part was transferred to two plates.

Yang Zixuan snorted at her, holding two plates, and said to Ye Sijue, "Brother Sijue, these are for you."

Ye Sijue glanced at the mess on the table and frowned slightly.

In fact, so many breakfasts were enough for three people, but Yang Zixuan was very wasteful. Some of them were just bitten and thrown away.

She just didn't want to give them to Mo Xiaomeng.

Mo Xiaomeng's stomach growled again, and she could only stare at the two plates of food.

Yang Zixuan raised her chin proudly and said, "This is what I left for Brother Sijue, you don't have any! If you want to eat, just call and order it yourself."

Mo Xiaomeng met her eyes and said stubbornly, "Give me the food you have eaten, I won't eat it either!"

Don't think she has no temper!

Mo Xiaomeng was furious. After glaring at Ye Sijue, she turned back to the room, took her phone and bag, and walked out.

Yang Zixuan nodded at her, "It's better not to eat it!"

She was deliberately trying to make Mo Xiaomeng angry. It would be better if she left in a rage and didn't come back to bother her brother Sijue.

"Xiaomeng!" Ye Sijue wanted to chase after him, but he glanced at Yang Zixuan.

"You come out too!" he shouted at her.

Yang Zixuan said dissatisfiedly, "If she wants to leave, let her go. I don't want to leave. Why do you want to chase me away? She is the one who is throwing a tantrum, not me."

Ye Sijue went to get his phone and coat, and said to her coldly, "Are you going to come out or not?"

Yang Zixuan was most afraid of his look, so she had to follow him out awkwardly.

Ye Sijue didn't dare to delay for too long, fearing that Mo Xiaomeng would run too far. After leaving the room and locking the door, he ignored Yang Zixuan and hurried to chase Mo Xiaomeng.

"Brother Sijue! Where are you going? Wait for me!"

Yang Zixuan continued to follow him.

However, seeing that Mo Xiaomeng had quarreled with Ye Sijue, she smiled triumphantly and gave herself a big thumbs up in her heart.