Yu Tingchuan looked at her and tried to deny it, but she couldn’t deny the expression. Her eyes dyed a little smile. How did I tell you last night that I would spare it for three days?

Song city listened to his peace of mind and his ears were a little hot at the same time.

Yu Tingchuan suddenly asked, Have you had lunch?

Not yet Song Qingcheng truthfully added I want to find Yujing to eat together

Yu Tingchuan didn’t care about the second half of her sentence. Let people go back to the room with themselves and go to the table after the backhand door. Pick up the phone and dial the front desk guest message to ask them to send a lunch package as soon as possible.

Hang up. Yu Tingchuan takes off his suit jacket and hangs the clothes rack.

Then take off the left wrist steel watch next to the cabinet

Song Qingcheng’s eyes looked at his back for a moment, his body was tall and straight, his shoulders were wide, and he looked at his shirt, trousers and that black belt, which showed the mature charm of men everywhere. That’s how she could feel the sense of security he brought to her when she watched him do something urgent.

It seems that he is not worried about anything around him.

It’s not just Meng Hao and Gu Hengyang. She also has boys pursuing her during the semester, and some of them will make tricks with care.

For example, call her to the playground and put a heart-shaped candle

But those things seem grandiose to her, and they have never touched the depths of her heart.

When Song Qingcheng decided to be honest, she began to face up to Yu Tingchuan, a man, even if he didn’t say anything or do anything to be next to him, she could instantly heal all the negative parts in her emotions.

Maybe it’s the age gap that makes her believe that he depends on him.

This is something given by boys his age.

About half an hour, the hotel clerk brought lunch.

I ordered a western-style lunch, but there were many things except steak, fried eggs and some vegetables, plus a plate of macaroni.

There is also a box of imported pure milk sent with it.

Song Qingcheng lived with Yutingchuan, knowing that his diet has always been abstemious, but it is not to lose weight. His appetite is not very big, and he doesn’t touch wine at the dinner table.

Let the clerk leave Yutingchuan and sit on the sofa.

Song Qingcheng saw him pick up a fork and a white porcelain dish next to him. It should be ready to divide things.

Remembering that his stomach was not good, she said, I’ll just eat fried eggs and vegetables.

Yu Tingchuan didn’t seem to hear her say that she would put half a plate of macaroni in front of her, fry eggs, put macaroni and some vegetables. His shirt cuff lifted his forearm and put a fork firmly, and he opened the milk seal and put it in front of her. If you don’t like meat, drink milk. The nutrients in both are similar.

Yu Tingchuan’s skin is not white, which is the skin color of ordinary yellow people, including his hands can’t be exquisite to form slender joints of fingers, which makes people feel very powerful, and that kind of power makes people feel that there is a way to be warm.

Watching him open the milk box tab Song Qingcheng has a feeling of being cared for.

She has no habit of drinking milk, but Yu Tingchuan always prepares milk for her, that is, there is no mineral water in the refrigerator of Yunxi Road Villa. After she moved in, Aunt Gong began to buy milk and there will be some yogurt probiotics.

A man living alone in his thirties would not like to drink these things.

Song city don’t know how I can have so many feelings.

But at this moment, sitting next to him, I remembered that many things in the past were details that were ignored before.

She took the macaroni plate with a fork in her right hand and then buried herself in silence and ate.

After a while, two pieces of cut steak were added to the plate.

Yu Tingchuan said, Steak doesn’t smell like pork after frying, and it won’t be greasy. You will get anemia if you are too thin and eat vegetables at a young age.

Song Qingcheng still ate a few steaks for this meal.

It’s not as bad as I thought.

Yu Tingchuan went to the bathroom to gargle after lunch.

He came out just in time for his cell phone to ring, and he went to the French window to answer the phone.

Song Qingcheng’s mobile phone has been sent by a telephone operator in Yutingchuan, and now it is lying quietly on the table.