Chapter 87 You said you wanted to feed me

An Yi paused. She finally understood what Feng Qingchen meant when she said trouble was coming.

It seems that the mother-in-law is very dissatisfied with the daughter-in-law. Is it her mother-in-law who framed this woman? Then this will be difficult!

A man and a woman were together in the middle of the night. In order to reduce trouble, An Yi had to tell Mr. Liu that she and Feng Qingchen were husband and wife. As a result, the Liu family arranged a room for them.

"Girl, the water is ready!" An Yi was dirty, and the maid who was serving her specially prepared hot water for An Yi to take a bath.

An Yi thanked him and took a change of clothes but stood still.

Feng Qingchen was sitting at the round table in the middle of the room. The silver moonlight slowly fell from the far-reaching sky, pouring in through the half-closed and half-opened window, reflecting the messy moonlight fragments all over the place. He was so handsome that even the maid who was going out couldn't help but take another look at him.

The food on the table remained motionless. The Liu family heard that they had not eaten yet, so they specially asked the kitchen to prepare two side dishes, but it was obvious that they did not suit this man's appetite.

Feng Qingchen raised her eyes and looked at An Yi, who was glaring at him with a gray face: "You said you wanted to feed me!"

"Then you have to wait for me to take a shower and change clothes, right?" An Yi opened his arms, and there was still mud falling on his body.

"Then why don't you wash it quickly?" Feng Qingchen was a little impatient, her thin lips revealed an indifference that was inaccessible.

It seems that this man is in a particularly bad mood when he is hungry.

An Yi sighed, looked at the bathtub only two meters away from him, gritted his teeth, and pulled the rattan screen in the corner to block it.

There was a gap in the rattan screen. An Yi deliberately pressed it up and looked out, only to see that Feng Qingchen had gone straight to bed and lay down with his back to her.

An Yi felt relieved and tested the water temperature. It was almost cold. She quickly took off her clothes and jumped into the tub with a plop.

Feng Qingchen on the bed frowned slightly, with a look of disgust.

"It feels so comfortable!" An Yi sighed from the bottom of his heart after finally cleaning the dirt off his body.

Thinking that there was still a master to serve, An Yi casually tucked her shiny black hair behind her ears, tied it with the silver hairpin, and then put on the clothes prepared for her by the Liu family.

The clothes were new and fit perfectly. The begonia red color took advantage of her extraordinarily delicate and white skin, and her waist was slightly tucked in, which made her have a high chest, a slender waist, and long legs.

An Yi walked out of the screen and looked up to see Feng Qingchen sitting on the bed staring at her.

"I'll go right away!" An Yi knew that this man didn't have much patience, so he turned around and went out.

Water dripped from her hair and wet the back of her clothes.

"No need, just make do with it!" Feng Qingchen said coldly.

Anyi turned around in disbelief. Is this man showing mercy?

Feng Qingchen walked up and sat at the table, looking at the two side dishes again.

In fact, the food is not bad, one plate of beef with soy sauce, one plate of fried rapeseed, and two rice dumplings.

An Yi sat down, grabbed a piece of pastry and took a bite, then picked up a large piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth.

She is hungry too.

Feng Qingchen raised her eyes to look at her. Thin drops of water stuck to her long eyelashes, like sparkling rhinestones inlaid on the black feather fan. She was indescribably elegant and charming, but it was a pity that the bulging eyelashes were constantly chewed. The moving appearance destroys the beauty.

Feng Qingchen regretted a little. The moment the woman turned around, why did he feel soft-hearted? Obviously he couldn't eat such a terrible meal.

Off topic: Ouch, our tsundere Thirteen is reluctant to let the heroine go out with her hair wet to cook for him!