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Shen Qianqing looked at He Yifan's back hesitantly, and wanted to speak several times, but she stopped abruptly when she reached the tip of her tongue.Forget it, what is there to say, his temperament is so unpredictable, she can't even see his emotions now, it's wrong to say too much, in case what he said doesn't suit him, I don't know What would he do to her.

Looking back at Zheng Nian, seeing that the little guy also looked cautious, Shen Qianqing sighed, thinking to herself, in this world, maybe her son is the only one who dare not get close to his father. He is still so young, so let him Looking at other people's faces, I am really sorry for him.

Patting Zheng Nian's head, Shen Qianqing sighed again and followed He Yifan in.

He Yifan sat at the table, didn't eat alone first, but sat there quietly, his eyes narrowed as Shen Qianqing approached, watching her standing in front of him with the child on her back, then waved his hand and said First sentence of the day: "Sit down and eat."

Shen Qianqing took Zheng Nian off his back and sat down on the chair next to him, sitting next to him, thinking about whether to serve He Yifan a meal.

She hasn't eaten at the same table with He Yifan for too long, she seems to have forgotten when was the last time, and also forgot what kind of expression they used to face each other last time.

"Do you need me to serve you a meal?" Shen Qianqing first finished Zheng Nian's meal, and then asked He Yifan pretending to be casual.Trying to ignore his gaze staring at her all the time, Shen Qianqing lowered her head and paused with her hands in mid-air, waiting for He Yifan's reply.

He Yifan didn't keep Shen Qianqing waiting too long: "Yes." He responded briefly.

Shen Qianqing took a deep breath, then picked up He Yifan's bowl, and filled him with a bowl of rice.

Such an atmosphere is really suffocating, and she doesn't know why He Yifan is so taciturn this time, she asks herself that there is nothing to offend him.Basically follow him, I don't know where he is dissatisfied.

"From here on in the future, someone will come to deliver ingredients to you every week. You don't need to go out to buy them yourself, and you don't have to worry about anything." He Yifan took a bite of the dish, seemed satisfied, nodded, and took another bite .

Shen Qianqing stopped all her movements and raised her head. She looked straight at He Yifan and asked slowly, "What do you mean?"

Why Fan didn't raise his head, just said: "It's not interesting, I don't want you to be too tired."

How could Shen Qianqing believe his words: "I don't think so, you clearly treat me as a mistress, no, no," Shen Qianqing vetoed herself, and she said disappointedly: "How can I compare with mistresses? There are also so-called personal rights and freedom, hehe, I don’t even have those things.”

He Yifan put down his chopsticks, finally raised his head, looked at Shen Qianqing, took out a piece of paper from the paper drawer, wiped his mouth slowly, and said, "You really can't compare with them."

Shen Qianqing looked at He Yifan in disbelief: "He Yifan, how can you say that about me?"

He Yifan said slowly: "You are my He Yifan, how can you compare with those mistresses outside?"

Just this one sentence made Shen Qianqing's accumulated sadness, unwillingness, and resentment disappear, like punching a fist into cotton, without causing any storms.