Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home

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"Not much." Song Xiangsi took the kettle and poured a glass of water into Xu Jiamu's bowl, stirred it twice with chopsticks, poured the water into the trash can again, and then put the bowl back in front of Xu Jiamu : "It's estimated that it won't be salty."

Xu Jiamu stared at the "Jiaojang noodles" in the bowl, which was more horrible than he just looked. His expression twitched. Although the expression looked reluctant, he picked up the chopsticks and ate it.

Song Xiangsi's lips twitched a faint smile, lowered his head, and continued to eat the noodles that he also found difficult to swallow.

Xu Jiamu ate for about half a bowl, and finally put down his chopsticks unbearably: "Song Xiangsi, you said that you wouldn't even make a deep-fried sauce noodle. Who will marry you in the future?"

Song Xiangsi squeezed the chopsticks' hand and increased her strength sharply. The smile that appeared at the corner of her lips instantly froze.

Who will marry you in the future... Does this mean that his heart still doesn't mean to marry her?

In just a moment, Song Xiangsi had a gorgeous and charming smile on her face, raised her head, and looked at Xu Jiamu. The words in her mouth were not polite: "It's your business, I won't marry you anyway!" "

In the past, Song Xiangsi was always reprimanded by Xu Jiamu every time he swear, but this time, Xu Jiamu was stunned by Song Xiangsi's words, but he didn't notice her swearing.

He stared at her for about five seconds, holding the chopsticks in his hand and tapping the table rhythmically: "I'm just sympathizing with your future husband."

"I thank you for the whole family for him!" Song Xiangsi sneered back, then stood up violently, picked up the two bowls on the table, poured the contents into the trash, and walked into the kitchen, then Xu Jiamu, who was sitting at the back of the table with his back, turned his eyes red.

Song Xiangsi was washing the dishes and tears falling down. The sound of the water was so loud that it just covered her weak sobbing.

But for the two large bowls, she washed for ten minutes. At the end, she also washed her face before putting the bowl in the disinfection cabinet. Then she turned around and saw Xu Jiamu not knowing when to leave At the dining table, standing on the balcony of the living room, smoking.

Dinner is so bad, it is estimated that he is not full at all.

Song Xiangsi opened the refrigerator, took a box of instant noodles from it, poured the boiling water, and after about a minute, walked towards the balcony and put the instant noodles on the balcony round table: "Give you this to eat."

Xu Jiamu turned his head and saw the steaming noodles, nodded, and took another two breaths before smothering the smoke, and pulled a chair beside the round table to sit down.

Song Xiangsi did not leave, leaning leisurely on the glass sliding door beside him, "What did you just think here?"

Xu Jiamu's action of eating noodles paused, and after a while, he said, "Qiao Qiao is pregnant."

"Is it? That's a good thing." Song Xiangsi Cancan smiled heartily and was happy for Lu Jinnian and Qiao Anhao: "Lu Da Yingdi must be very happy."

But after being happy, Song Xiangsi thought of Joan Hao’s recent scandal, and could not help but shook his head: “However, this baby is also pitiful enough. His mother is now being scolded like this and will grow up in the future, I’m afraid I’m going to be pointed out. It’s the same as Emperor Lu Da, the shadow of childhood, unfortunate life..."

Suddenly the phone rang in the house, and Song Xiangsi stopped, and the money went into the house.