The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 329 Irritability

Looking at the huge table in front of him filled with delicacies, Mo Jiu was stunned for a long time before he stuttered: "Are these... all for me?"

"Yeah." Han Qingyan said softly.

She wanted to say that you deserve these things.

He has suffered so much and suffered so much, and he deserves to enjoy it all.

Who knew that Mo Jiu looked at the table full of men and women and shook his head: "No... there are so many, I can't finish them."

"It doesn't matter if you can't finish it."

"But it will be a waste, right?" Mo Jiu couldn't hide his emotions at all. As long as he was a little excited, it would be exposed in his words. He said anxiously, "With so many things, if we cook them separately, we can eat them for a long time...

…”

As he was talking, he noticed that Han Qingyan was looking at him with a strange look, and his voice gradually became weaker: "No...can't you?"

He seemed to have thought that Han Qingyan was taking care of him wholeheartedly, but he found such a strange reason to refuse...

Han Qingyan understood Mo Jiu again. She covered up the look in her eyes and still smiled softly: "Okay, I understand."

After saying that, she asked her cronies to move the huge table out, and then replaced it with a small table with two dishes and a bowl of rice on it.

Mo Jiu hesitated for a moment and asked: "...Where are the other dishes?"

"Don't worry, those vegetables will not be wasted, they will be eaten by those people." Han Qingyan explained.

Hearing this, Mo Jiu's face did not show any joy, but his eyes dimmed a bit. He bit his lower lip lightly with his silver teeth, and his disappointment could be clearly felt.

Han Qingyan looked at him and finally understood something, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty... don't worry, you will eat meals like this every day from now on."

"Every day?" Mo Jiu's eyes lit up slightly.

As expected...

Originally, Han Qingyan thought that Mo Jiu was anxious because so much food would go to waste if he could not finish it. Although she was a little confused as to why he cared about this, she felt more pity for him.

It turned out that she had misunderstood. Mo Jiu was still worried about waste, but he was not thinking about the common people, but thinking about himself, worrying that after eating this meal, there would be no next meal.

The selfless behavior turned into selfishness, but Han Qingyan thought this was normal. She had just escaped from such a miserable life not long ago. How could Mo Jiu consider others like this?

It was precisely this selfishness that made Han Qingyan feel more distressed.

"Yeah." Han Qingyan's smile stiffened slightly, "You can eat it."

He saw Mo Jiu's cheerful expression, stretched out a hand and grabbed the bowl of meat.

despair.

Han Qingyan subconsciously grabbed his wrist and found that Mo Jiu's eyes were about to reveal a look of fear, so she quickly let go of him: "I'm sorry, but..."

Shouldn't you use chopsticks?

Mo Jiu was a little panicked, thinking that Han Qingyan suddenly went back on her word and refused to let him eat. Following her gaze, he noticed a pair of chopsticks beside the bowl.

He hesitated for a long time, then reached out and picked up the chopsticks, clenched them in his fists, and moved the chopsticks slightly by rubbing them.

But if it’s just moving, how can it pick up things?

The white hands were holding the chopsticks as if they were holding a wooden stick, looking stupid and funny.

Mo Jiu tried several times but failed. He finally got angry and stabbed the plate of meat hard, causing the meat juice to splash everywhere. But after still missing, he smashed the chopsticks towards the ground.

go out!

Crack!

The chopsticks rolled far away. Mo Jiu looked at the mess on the table and Han Qingyan's shocked eyes, and then realized what she had done in anger.

His face turned pale and he opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but his lips kept trembling because of fear, and he couldn't say a word.

Finally, as if he was deceiving himself, Mo Jiu raised his hands to cover his face and buried his head on the table.

He is very bad, he must be very bad... Sure enough, he should not continue to live in this world...

The ugly side was seen by Han Qingyan, and by the only person who was kind to him besides Ye Rumeng... despair enveloped Mo Jiu's heart in an instant, and his body began to tremble.

"It's my fault..." A gentle and apologetic voice sounded.

Mo Jiu raised her head in shock, her eyes were red, and she looked at Han Qingyan with tears in her eyes, a look of shock on her face.

Shouldn't she hate herself? Even he hates himself like this, but he can't control this emotion at all...

But there was no trace of disgust in Han Qingyan's eyes, only self-blame, tenderness, and increasingly intense pity.

It's her fault. She forgot that His Majesty hasn't touched chopsticks for who knows how long. It's normal for him to forget how to use them.

And she had already seen Mo Jiu's truly violent side, but she still couldn't help but fall in love with him. How could she be disgusted with him just because of such a petty temper?

In her eyes, this irritability and anger were not directed at others, but more like being directed at himself. He was angry at his own incompetence.

Han Qingyan has seen some prototypes of the future tyrant in the current Mo Jiu, but more of them are the possibility of redemption. She can completely change him so that he will not grow into a future tyrant.

Han Qingyan made up her mind and asked her confidant to get another pair of chopsticks: "Let's try again, don't be in a hurry, we can take our time."

Mo Jiu had a look of embarrassment and pain on his face, as if what he had to do was not to hold the chopsticks, but to face some fierce beast. He was afraid that after he failed, he would show such a manic side again.

But Han Qingyan's eyes were so soft and full of encouragement. Mo Jiu felt a little more excited, regained some confidence, and slowly took the chopsticks from her hand.

After a stick of incense, Mo Jiu was able to pick up the chopsticks properly, but he was still unskilled in picking things up.

Seeing Mo Jiu clenching her teeth and looking like she was about to cry, Han Qingyan suddenly said: "Okay, let's stop here today."

Before Mo Jiu could think about it, she naturally took the pair of chopsticks into her hands, picked up a piece of meat, handed it to Mo Jiu's mouth, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, let me feed you."

Mo Jiu suddenly looked at her with some fear, was she going to 'feed' him like those people...

But he found that Han Qingyan was different from them. Although her flesh was already in front of him, he did not feel any coercion or threat. Thinking of her encouragement and comfort just now, Mo Jiu plucked up the courage and closed his eyes.

He opened his mouth and ate the piece of meat.

The rich meaty aroma spread in her mouth. Mo Jiu opened her eyes and met Han Qingyan's eyes. They were no longer encouraging eyes, but were looking at him as gently as water in a stream.

This is only the first stage, there are second, third... stages.