Madam, the entire entertainment industry is looking forward to your divorce

Chapter 65

Song Anhao immediately poured a little chili oil into the white rice, stirred it evenly, and started eating with the chili oil.Every time you take a bite of the dishes on the table, you will dip a little chili oil.

Seeing that she was eating happily, Shen Xiuran's appetite also improved a bit, and a bowl of rice soon bottomed out.

Seeing that he had finished eating, Song Anhao quickly snatched the empty bowl from his hand: "Uncle, you are finished eating, let me serve you a meal!"

Saying that, without waiting for Shen Xiuran to react, he ran into the kitchen with an empty bowl in his arms.

By the way, I took the chili oil.

Shen Xiuran was stunned for a moment, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a beautiful arc.

The butler looked dumbfounded.

Mr. has always been a very temperate and self-disciplined person.

No matter how hungry he is, he only eats one bowl and never fills it with rice.

So every time I serve my husband with rice, he will fill it with more and press the rice down.

Unexpectedly, the habit that has been maintained for many years was actually broken by the wife.

Not long after, Song Anhao came out of the kitchen with a bowl full of rice, and stuffed it into Shen Xiuran's hands, with a triumphant chuckle hidden in his brows, reaching directly to his eyes: "Uncle, you are both at work and busy. You must be hungry for entertainment! Come, eat more!"

When he said the word 'entertainment', he deliberately emphasized the tone, as if squeezing it out from between his teeth.

Shen Xiuran stared at Song Anhao without blinking, his dark eyes seemed to be flickering with fire, extremely aggressive.

If it was normal, Song Anhao would definitely be overwhelmed by his thoughts.

But at this moment, she only had the pleasure of revenge.

Seeing that he was slow to move, Song Anhao rested his hands on his chin, blinked his big watery eyes, and urged: "Uncle, eat quickly! This is the rice I served for you myself!"

"Ok!"

Shen Xiuran seemed to be in a good mood, hummed lightly, and bowed his head to eat.

As the meal entered, Shen Xiuran frowned slightly.

Taking a panoramic view of his subtle changes, the corners of Song Anhao's mouth raised uncontrollably, and the little pride in his heart could hardly be concealed.

"Uncle, is it delicious?"

"Ok!"

Shen Xiuran responded softly, as if he was holding back something, his face was painful, but he still didn't care, and continued to pull food out of his mouth in silence.

The tease was successful.

Song Anhao's mood, which had been depressed for several hours, finally improved a lot.

Appetite also becomes better.

Seeing that the bland and tasteless meals suddenly turned into delicacies, I ate with relish.

Seeing that Shen Xiuran's expression was wrong, the housekeeper looked into his rice, only to find that there was chili oil in it.

It's bright red, and it seems to have released a lot.

The butler silently wiped away the cold sweat for Song Anhao's boldness.

Only the wife dared to do this. If it were them, they would have died countless times.

After eating a bowl of rice, Song Anhao put down the bowls and chopsticks contentedly, touched his swollen belly, and looked at Shen Xiuran with a smile: "Uncle, I'm full, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped.

I saw Shen Xiuran's knuckles pinching the chopsticks were dead white, beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, his handsome face was tense, trying to hold back something.

Song Anhao immediately realized something was wrong, and hurried over to hold his arm: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

Shen Xiuran shook his head: "I'm fine!"

His voice was hoarse and deep.

With imperceptible pain and depression.

Song Anhao said worriedly: "You're already like this, how can you be fine! Butler, hurry up and call Jian Sling, and ask him to come over immediately!"

The butler immediately ran to make a phone call.

Song Anhao put Shen Xiuran's half-eaten chili bibimbap on the table, and poured him a glass of warm water: "Uncle, hurry up and drink some water!"

Shen Xiuran clenched his hands into fists, trying to restrain himself, his eyes as deep as a cold pool were covered with a hazy mist.

Seeing that he didn't pick up, Song Anhao fed him himself.

Warm water flowed down his throat, but Shen Xiuran's complexion did not improve at all.

Song An was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat, feeling guilt welling up in his heart.

Shen Xiuran was fine just now, and it became like this after eating the chili rice she served.

Blame her.

Well done, what kind of chili rice should I give him!
I just wanted to tease him, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this.

(End of this chapter)