You Are My Unforgettable Love

The two large bowls of steaming noodles were brought to the table. Qiao Lian handed the chopsticks to Shen Liangchuan, and picked up the chopsticks with bright eyes.

The hot noodles swelled, and the hunger finally eased. Then she discovered that Shen Liangchuan had never moved chopsticks, just stared at the noodles.

She swallowed the noodles in her mouth and murmured, "Mr. Shen, eat. Before, my younger brother didn't like to eat my noodles, but later he felt super delicious."

At this point, she lowered her head and smiled very humblely. "Although I think it's normal to eat, try it."

She picked up Shen Liangchuan's chopsticks and handed it to him expectantly.

That blessing looks like something good done, waiting for a complimenting pet.

Shen Liangchuan frowned, took the chopsticks, and raised the noodles into her mouth.

The taste is very ordinary, the meat is a bit old, the noodles are a bit rotten, and even the heat of the vegetables has passed.

Shen Liangchuan swallowed the noodle and raised her eyes to see her earnest look, "Mr. Shen, is it delicious?"

Her eyes were dark and bright, and her teeth were bright. At this moment, her heartbeat was so beautiful that she paused for half a beat.

But this reaction made Shen Liangchuan suddenly feel a panic.

He stood up stupidly, dropped chopsticks on the table, and said coldly, "This noodle is hard to swallow."

The words fell, turned, and went straight upstairs.

Qiao Lian was stunned!

It wasn't until Shen Liangchuan's figure disappeared at the entrance of the stairs that he calmed down.

She lowered her head and took a bite of noodles. She lowered her mouth and tasted it carefully, although it was not as delicious as her father and brother said, but it wasn't so bad as to lose her temper?

Is it because he has a bad temper, or is her face so mad?

Qiao Lian shook her head. Forget it, Shen Yingdi's tongue was made of gold, but she was trying to fill her belly.

After eating a bowl of noodles, Qiao Lian patted her belly contentfully and looked at the bowl of noodles in Shen Liangchuan.

Zhang Hong and their nannies now look down on her, maybe they will not prepare her breakfast tomorrow morning, so ... this bowl of noodles will be kept for tomorrow morning.

Like another bowl, Qiao Lian came upstairs.

Entered the master bedroom and found that Shen Liangchuan was not in the room.

She didn't think much and went to bed.

After half an hour, Shen Liangchuan came out of the study.

He was standing in the corridor on the second floor, and he could see the dining table, and the bowl of noodles he had just eaten.

Obviously it is so ordinary, it can even be said to be a bit unpalatable, but it is like adding poppy, which makes him uneasy.

The ghost was terrible. He went downstairs step by step, stood at the dining table, picked up chopsticks, and took another bite.

The noodles were so cold that he couldn't eat any taste, but he seemed to be a demon, and he chopsticks again.

When he returned, he realized that the noodles in the bowl had been eaten by him.

He stared at the bowl face suddenly, his expression suddenly became lonely, and there was a struggle on his cold cheek.

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The next day, when Qiao Lian opened her eyes, she found that her body was still empty, and she wanted to come to Liangliangchuan yesterday.

There was a flash of emptiness in her heart, and she quickly adjusted her mood and went downstairs after washing.

The babysitters are up, cleaning up, and breakfast is not ready yet.

Qiao Lian walked to the table and saw the noodle bowl with a little soup left at a glance. Her eyes suddenly widened, and she voluntarily asked, "Who stole my noodles ?!"