Chapter 1033 How about...you Feed Me?

The meat that was about to reach the mouth just flew away...

Jiang Beimo's face was ugly, and he even wanted to reach out to give himself a mouth!

Damn it!

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He got up unhappily and walked towards the kitchen!

Looking in through the glass door of the kitchen, Qiao Weiwei can be seen busy...

My beloved wife is preparing dinner for him!

Such a picture always seems to make him feel at ease...

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Not long after, Qiao Weiwei finished two bowls of pork shredded noodles, turned around and opened the kitchen door, and saw Jiang Beimo standing at the kitchen door, staring at her.

She glanced at him, didn't say anything, just turned around first, brought out a bowl of noodles, and put them on the dining table.

"Aren't you hungry? Eat quickly!" Seeing that he was still standing aside, Qiao Weiwei couldn't help asking.

Didn't he just say he wanted to eat noodles...

"Okay!" Hearing this, Jiang Beimo nodded, then walked to the dining table and sat down.

Qiao Weiwei turned around and brought out another bowl of noodles, and walked out with chopsticks!

She handed the chopsticks to Jiang Beimo, and he raised his right hand, then paused.

"My hand is injured..." Jiang Beimo glanced at his right hand that was swollen and unable to move!

He is not left-handed and cannot hold chopsticks with his left hand!

Seeing this, Qiao Weiwei was also taken aback...

"Then... what to do..."

His hand is injured, how can he eat noodles?

Jiang Beimo looked down at the delicious noodles in front of him, then thought for a moment, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.

"Why don't you feed me?"

There was a gleam in those black eyes...

Qiao Weiwei was stunned, with an embarrassing expression on her face.

Feed him... This feeling is so strange.

"I'd better go buy you a fork..." She thought for a while, then said suddenly.

Eating noodles with a fork should be better, but she doesn't have a fork at home...

"But I'm already very hungry... No matter how late it is, the noodles will be mushy!" Jiang Beimo said with a frown, and looked regretfully at the big bowl of noodles in front of him!

When the noodles are mushy, it will not taste good!

"..." Qiao Weiwei gritted her teeth, hesitated...

"Forget it, I'll do it myself!" Jiang Beimo said suddenly, and stretched out his injured right hand, trying to take the chopsticks from her...

Qiao Weiwei was shaken by his actions!

His hand was injured... It was impossible to use the chopsticks. If he forced it, it would only aggravate the injury on his hand!

"Okay, I'll feed you!" Thinking, she sighed and compromised helplessly.

Who made the injury on his hand be caused by her...

She can only do this now...

"Trouble you, wife!" Seeing her agree, Jiang Beimo's face was full of undisguised smiles!

"..." Qiao Weiwei glanced at him, didn't speak, but picked up the chopsticks, started to pick up the noodles, and then put the noodles in his mouth!

"Eat!" she looked at him, then said.

Jiang Beimo opened his lips contentedly, ate the noodles she put in his mouth, and then showed a satisfied expression!

The handsome face seemed to be full of happiness...

"delicious!"

He suddenly wished that such a picture would freeze...

Even if the injury on his hand is bad for the rest of his life, it's worth it!

Seeing him satisfied, Qiao Weiwei couldn't help showing a little smile...

She patiently fed him noodles until he ate up a big bowl of noodles!