Doctor Fu's trap is too gentle

She ignored him and sat down beside Mr. Meng casually.

Mr. Meng couldn't help scolding, "Qingqing, I said, why do you always like to sit with an old man like me, and your husband is there."

"Grandpa, granddaughter just wants to have a meal with you, can't it?" Meng Qingqing knew that she won't get anything by force, so she acted coquettishly this time.

Master Meng was indeed amused, and smiled, "Okay! You two don't lose your temper, husband and wife, it's normal to quarrel."

Fu Shubai, who had been silent all this time, said, "Grandpa, it's my fault that made Qingqing angry. Since Qingqing doesn't want to have sex with me, then I'll just sit over."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already sat down.

Meng Qingqing immediately felt as if she was covered by a huge aura. When she took a breath, even her lungs were filled with his breath.

After Fu Shubai sat down, he silently picked up the prawns on the table and began to peel them, and put the peeled prawns in a small plate on the side.

It was only when they were almost piled up into a small mountain that they were handed over to Meng Qingqing.

Meng Qingqing was stunned.

Seeing that she didn't respond, he pushed the plate of shrimp meat forward again, "Qingqing, don't you like shrimp the most?"

Meng Qingqing became even more depressed. If she remembered correctly, he didn't know how fierce he was when he was not sure about filming, but every time he was in front of grandpa, he was very good at acting.

The more this happened, the more she seemed to be making trouble for no reason in Grandpa's eyes.

The more Meng Qingqing thought about it, the angrier she became, and she pushed all the peeled shrimp back at her hand, and snorted, "Your doctor Fu's hands are very precious, I don't dare to eat what you peeled, and I'm not afraid to finish my stomach." It hurts, you'd better keep yourself and eat slowly!"

"Qingqing!" Fu Shubai's expression turned ugly.

Meng Qingqing didn't even look at him, she turned her head away.

She is not a three-year-old child, who can be well slapped and coaxed by a jujube.

What does this take her for?

"Meng Qingqing!" Mr. Meng threw his chopsticks on the table with a "snap", "Are you still letting me, an old man, have a good meal? Uncle Bai kindly peeled a shrimp for you, and made a fuss." Temper, you let him eat, don't you know that he is allergic to seafood, are you trying to poison your husband to death?"

allergy?Meng Qingqing was completely dumbfounded.

No wonder she has been married to Fu Shubai for so long, but she has never touched him. It turned out to be an allergy to seafood.

Mr. Meng shook his head helplessly, "Look at how your wife does it. She doesn't even know that her husband is allergic to seafood. An old man like me knows better than you!"

How would she know?Meng Qingqing was wronged.

The old man was getting angry now, and she didn't dare to talk back any more, so she took back the prawns she pushed out sullenly, and ate them silently.

She likes seafood very much, but the plate of shrimp meat in front of her is tasteless and she has no appetite at all.

At this moment, the phone rang.

Meng Qingqing glanced at the screen, it was a notice sent by the director himself, asking her to go to the crew tomorrow.

Meng Qingqing suddenly became excited.

But this excitement was quickly extinguished by the cold eyes from the side.

She almost forgot how he warned her in the room just now, and how could he let her continue filming?

Hey!
Meng Qingqing was almost done eating, so she put down the bowl and chopsticks and stood up, "Grandpa, I'm full, I'll go and see if the fever has subsided."

Mr. Meng nodded.

Meng Qingqing went up to the second floor and went straight to the baby room.

Although obediently's face was rosy, it was not as red as before, and her face was so pink and tender that water could almost be squeezed out.