The Reluctant Bride

"Okay. I'll go take a look, I have to think about how to solve this endgame."

Just as Zuo Zheng returned to the room, Zuo Panqing smiled at the closed bathroom door covering her mouth. Gu Xuewen, just close it first. Humph, I let you offend me.

More than half an hour passed, Wen Xuefeng's rice was ready. I didn't see Gu Xuewen when I came out of the kitchen.

"Huh, how about learning Chinese?"

"Helping us pass the toilet." Zuo Panqing sat on the sofa, eating and watching TV while holding a bag of potato chips.

Wen Xuefeng yelled, and glared at her daughter angeredly: "What are you doing? You let Xuewen go to the toilet?"

I walked quickly to the bathroom and found that the door was actually closed. Opening the door anxiously, Gu Xuewen was washing his hands and saw that Wen Xuefeng raised the corner of his mouth.

"Auntie, the toilet is open. Be careful not to throw anything in it next time."

"Oh, Xuewen, look, look at Panqing so ignorant, how can this kind of thing let you come?"

Wen Xuefeng waved at him: "Walk and eat. Next time, let the old man do it."

"it does not matter."

Wen Xuefeng stepped out and glared at Zuo Panqing: "Panqing, come over and help me serve food. Set the dishes."

"Here." Zuo Panqing put down the potato chips and got up. When he passed by Gu Xuewen, he looked at his rolled up shirt sleeves with a smug expression: "What? The toilet is ready?"

"Yeah." Gu Xuewen brought his face close to her: "It's too easy for you to throw only silk stockings in. Next time you should throw something else. However, it's hard to say if it can be done so easily."

"Really?" Zuo Panqing smiled and put a hand on his shoulder: "That's great. I will pick you out when you are at my house and throw something else."

Her lips opened slightly in front of him, with a mischievous smile on her face, which made Gu Xuewen suddenly think of the previous kiss. The lower abdomen has a little fever. Tightening the corners of his lips, he closed his eyes to hide the thoughts: "Naive."

"you--"

Zuo Panqing wanted to go crazy, Wen Xuefeng had already come out, and when he saw the two people hugging each other, he coughed slightly.

Zuo Panqing realized that her actions were a little ambiguous, and quickly withdrew her hand, sat down at the table, drooling at the dishes on it.

"Wow. So rich? Mom, you can take out all the signature dishes at the bottom of the box."

"What are you talking about?" Wen Xuefeng felt that this daughter was really indifferent: "You just sit down by yourself, you are not polite at all. Why don't you ask Xuewen to sit down?"

"He doesn't know how to sit? He wants me to call. It's not a kid."

Zuo Panqing picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat, suddenly turned her head and shouted at the room: "Dad, we're eating."

"You child." Wen Xuefeng was desperate. Zuo Panqing estimated that she would not be a lady in her next life. Zuo Zhenggang was called, and the four of them sat down and started eating.

Sitting next to Zuo Panqing was Gu Xuewen. She didn't want to pay attention to him, so she lowered her head to eat quietly.

Wen Xuefeng kept giving Gu Xuewen some food, saying that she was taken care of by Chen Jingru in Beijing. Next time they come, please treat them well. A few people came and went politely, Zuo Panqing didn't care, just concentrated on eating.

Gu Xuewen watched Zuo Panqing immersed himself in eating, his eyes flashed, and he reached out his hand and picked up a chicken leg on the plate and placed it in Zuo Panqing's bowl.

"Panqing, have a chicken thigh."

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