As expected, after an incense stick's time, Lin Feifei, with a dark expression, automatically ran back and squatted down next to Mo Qingcheng: "Sister Mo..."
Mo Qingcheng raised her eyes, gave Lin Feifei a deep look, and remained silent.
Lin Feifei: "..."
Is it too late to crawl into a hole now?
Lin Feifei took a deep breath and reached out to grab the skewers that Mo Qingcheng had just grilled, when a large hand suddenly reached out from the side.
The man's tone was icy: "Want some? Help yourself!"
"You..." Lin Feifei pursed her lips, speechless. "Don't you have any gentlemanly manners at all?"
"No!"
"..." Lin Feifei was deeply hurt, lowering her eyes and remaining silent. That hateful man, that stinky man, that fat pig...
Uh...it seems like they're not that fat...
Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a smile. Lin Feifei was fearless, yet she suffered a loss at Qi Yuanwei's hands. It was hard to tell whether this was a blessing or a curse.
A fragrant aroma wafted into their nostrils. Qi Yuanwei ate while whispering to Mo Qingcheng. Lin Feifei didn't hear what they were saying; the bitterness in her heart amplified instantly.
After an unknown amount of time, a skewer of grilled meat suddenly came into view, and a mocking voice entered my ears.
"What, you're throwing a tantrum because your older sister didn't get it for you herself?"
"Sister Mo? I..." Lin Feifei's nose tingled, and she instinctively tried to throw herself into Mo Qingcheng's arms.
Overwhelmed with excitement, Mo Qingcheng dodged, and Lin Feifei collapsed to the ground, bursting into tears the next second.
"Do you still want to eat? No? Oh well, then here you go..."
"Who said I wouldn't eat? You bad sister!" Lin Feifei got up from the ground, snatched the skewer from Mo Qingcheng's hand, and stuffed it into her mouth with a "whoosh," almost burning her tongue, looking rather comical.
Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but chuckle.
Qi Yuanwei shifted away in disgust, moving away from the silly woman...
Lin Feifei took a big bite of the kebab in her hand, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she leaned close to Ma Yunke, with a hint of coquettishness in her eyes.
"Officer Ma, what's wrong with you? Why did you start eating before I even got there?"
"..." Ma Yunke, who was innocently caught in the crossfire, blinked innocently: "Miss Lin, don't you have hands?"
"Pfft! Cough cough..." Lin Feifei almost choked to death. She glared at Ma Yunke, thinking, "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."
Ma Yun looked at Mo Qingcheng with innocent eyes, pleading, "Mrs. Mo, please control your sister..."
"Cough cough..." Mo Qingcheng almost choked on her saliva. Officer Ma was such a straight man.
No wonder he can't find a wife?
Ma Yunke froze: "Mrs. Mo..."
"Yeah, I'm single by choice..."
Ma Yunke: "..."
What did Madam Mo mean by that?
Qi Yuanwei's eyes flickered slightly, and he glanced at Ma Yunke with disdain: "Let's go."
"Huh? Sir, where are we going?" Ma Yun asked instinctively, "Aren't we going to Madam Mo's house?"
"I'm not going!"
"But, sir, when you left this morning, didn't you say you were going to Madam Mo's house at noon..."
"shut up!"
"Free meal..."
Jack Ma, unafraid of death, revealed Qi Yuanwei's little scheme, his palms sweating profusely.
Mo Qingcheng's meaningful gaze swept over Qi Yuanwei: "So, Lord Qi had already arranged a meal for himself?"
"Misunderstanding!" Qi Yuanwei, caught red-handed, spoke with a cold face and somewhat stiff tone.
Mo Qingcheng's eyes flickered: "Lord Qi doesn't even rest on weekends, he's really working extremely hard. I really can't bear to see him like this, how about we go to my house for a simple meal?"
Qi Yuanwei glanced at Mo Qingcheng suspiciously, wondering what she was planning, and remained silent for a moment.
"Sister Mo, please accept my kindness with gratitude, let's go!"
"Thank you..."
"You... shameless!"
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