The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

It seemed that Song Shi's efforts to please Beichen Yuqing were in vain because of this meal.

He has a bland taste, and he might not be able to eat even a bite of food.

Thinking about it, Xiao Chuchu suddenly felt that she was not happy because Song Shi failed to curry favor with her, but instead wondered if she should give a warning at noon?

In the next second, she frowned slightly again, shook her head lightly and told herself that it was all in the past and she was still thinking about whether to tell her or not!

Song Shi obsequiously asked Beichen Yuqing to move his chopsticks first, and asked him carefully what kind of food he likes to eat?

Beichen Yuqing didn't answer, and picked up a bowl of soup.

"Master Beichen, let me serve you." Song Yelin actively served.

Since someone was willing to serve, he simply put down the bowl.

While serving the soup, Song Yelin carefully pushed aside the layer of oil floating on the soup, and also served him the most tender part of the black-bone chicken.

She gently placed the bowl in front of him, waiting nervously for him to enjoy it. Thinking about it, it was the first time for her to serve soup to someone else. Fortunately, this other person was the man she liked.

As long as he is willing, she can willingly give him a lifetime.

Song Yelin's heart was full of yearning for future happiness, but unexpectedly, her dreamy imagination was shattered in the next second.

Beichen Yuqing took the bowl that had just been laid flat in front of him and placed it in front of Xiao Chuchu, "Drink it."

Xiao Chuchu glanced at him, she is not a person who likes to drink soup, she really wanted to refuse, but because of his persecution just now, she picked up a spoon and started to drink in small sips.

Watching her drink the soup, his flirtatious mouth raised.

In fact, he ordered Song Shi to prepare the dishes for this table, and specially ordered a few of her favorite dishes.

And this soup is quite nutritious. It not only warms the heart, invigorates Qi, strengthens the spleen and stomach, enhances immunity, etc., but most importantly, it can clear the mind, calm the mind, regulate emotions and relax emotions.

Her sleep is too light, and she must be well adjusted.

Song Yelin felt very unhappy when she saw her soup falling into Xiao Chuchu's mouth, but she couldn't get angry and tried her best to bear it.

She has always been tall and handsome, but now she has changed.

Wait, one day she will ask Xiao Chuchu to get it back, and when she becomes the woman next to Master Beichen, she will ask Xiao Chuchu to serve her soup for a meal!

After a meal, Song Yelin ate like chewing wax, and from the direction she was sitting, she could fully see the interaction between Beichen Yuqing and Xiao Chuchu.

He kept adding food to Xiao Chuchu, and occasionally Xiao Chuchu would push it away without knowing what to do. Not only was he not angry, but he even coaxed her to eat it in a soft voice.

The jealousy in Song Yelin's heart continued to expand, she was afraid that she would not be able to control her emotions, so she went up and slapped Xiao Chuchu twice in front of Beichen Yuqing.

Fortunately, dinner didn't take long to end.

Song Yeshan didn't eat a few bites of this meal, she kept staring deeply at Beichen Yuqing like a nympho, she felt that she had fallen in love, so much so that she ignored Xiao Chuchu's existence.

After the meal, Song Shi invited the famous Symphony Orchestra of City B to play, and Beichen Yuqing leisurely listened to the rest of the company.

Xiao Chuchu remembered the matter of taking the SLR.

Her room is on the left on the second floor, next to Song Zhi's bedroom.

It hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and a layer of dust fell when the door was opened. When the light was turned on, the appearance of the house was exactly the same as when she left.

The materials for preparing for the college entrance examination are placed on the desk. There is an easel next to the desk. She took it to take the art examination. Above the desk are three bookshelves.

And the bed is next to the desk, next to the wall closest to the bed, she DIY decorated it into a photo wall.

Those photos are street scenes she used to take with her mobile phone.

She didn't know why she was obsessed with taking pictures of the streets at that time, anyway, she took pictures of the streets while walking along the road with her mobile phone. She would take a picture of every alley with smoke, and take a picture of the crowded bus. I will also take a picture of the noisy night market,

If she had to tell the reason for taking pictures, she felt that every scene had a story it wanted to express, so she recorded this ordinary street.