851 Jealousy (Part 2)

Dry your face and get out.

"Morning, Miss Qi, your breakfast kitchen is ready." She just went downstairs and the housekeeper greeted her.

Qiqi smiled slightly, "Thank you."

She walked into the restaurant, and there was no surprise. On the table were her sweet porridge and eggs as always. Today there is no coffee, but milk and a bowl of soup to nourish the stomach.

As soon as I sat down and took a few bites, I heard footsteps coming in from outside.

Someone from the kitchen came in and prepared another breakfast across from her.

It also has a very light taste.

Everything is beautifully presented.

Qiqi's hand holding the spoon tightened a little.

Sure enough, just after breakfast was set, Tang Jue came in. The gray pajamas were draped casually on him, luxurious and lazy.

Qiqi just glanced at it and stopped looking, pretending to eat breakfast seriously. Tang Jue, who was opposite, didn't even look at her. The entire breakfast atmosphere was inexplicably stiff. Not to mention Qiqi, the person involved, even the servants on the side felt inexplicably nervous.

"Miss Qi, young master, is breakfast not to your liking?"

The housekeeper came in and saw that the breakfast in front of them had not been touched much, so he couldn't help but ask. If that's the case, the kitchen will have to adjust the recipe.

Someone finally spoke, breaking the silence, and Qiqi also breathed a sigh of relief. He shook his head and smiled lightly at the housekeeper, "No, they are all delicious. I just took medicine and there is a bit of bitterness in my mouth."

Her smile can be shown to everyone.

But not to him.

Tang Jue looked at her smiling face at others across a table, his eyes a little more gloomy.

One day, he has to make this girl smile at him all day long, and only at him!

"You stay here at noon and cook the food yourself." He spoke in a commanding tone, not a discussion. Moreover, these words were said to Qiqi opposite.

Qiqi looked up at him, a little confused. The chefs in the Tang family are all great chefs, so why would they need her?

"Not happy?" Tang Jue slowly put down the tableware in his hand,

He took out his napkin and wiped his lips, every movement was extremely graceful.

Then he leaned back lazily, his aristocratic and noble attitude fully revealed, "It's time to settle the interest with you. Aren't you good at making soup? From now on, make it for me in the kitchen every week Twice soup—Butler, tell me to get the best bullwhip in the kitchen right now.”

"Wha, what?" The housekeeper felt that he must have heard wrongly.

"Bull whip." Tang Jue repeated these two words calmly, and gestured towards Qiqi with his chin, "Let Qiqi do it herself, she is very good at it."

Qi Qi is a bit inexplicable. Is this young master having sex with a bullwhip?

She slowly put the spoon down and looked up at Tang Jue, "I can't do it."

"Really?" His voice was soft and gentle, as gentle as ever, but also sharp, "Do you really not know how to do it, or can you only do it for Mo Xun?"

"If you really want to drink it, you can ask someone to bring the remaining pot of soup to my house. Let the kitchen heat it up and you can still drink it."

As soon as Qiqi said these words, everyone on the side was shocked.

Miss Qi said this...

Growing up, what food and clothing did the young master have, which one was not the best? Now, can you drink what others have left?

After Qiqi finished speaking, she also felt the cold air coming from the opposite side, which was like a knife.

"You mean...let me pick up the unwanted things left by other men?" Tang Jue finally spoke, with a slight sneer on the corners of his beautiful lips, looking at her lazily and arrogantly, "Qiqi, are you afraid? I haven’t figured out the situation yet—I, Tang Jue, never want others to play with leftovers.”

After a pause, he curled his lips, and the coldness all over his body spread, "Especially people! Whoever dares to touch what I want, I will make him regret ever being a man in his life!"

Qiqi's heart trembled. She thought of Li Chenghao's disabled hand and his almost lost life. She explained: "Mo Xun and I are not what you think. Don't deal with him."

"If you talk nonsense in front of me on his behalf, I won't dare to guarantee anything."

Tang Jue's pride seeped into his bones and he could not tolerate any provocation.

Qiqi didn't want to cause trouble for Mo Xun, so she sighed helplessly and explained quietly: "I don't know how to make that kind of soup. The pot of soup you see is not made by me, it was made by Mo Xun's mother and brought here. Yes. So... don’t embarrass me."

Her explanation made Tang Jue pause.

Didn't she stew it?

so……

Did you lose your temper last night?

Tang Jue believed Qiqi's explanation, and the original condensation on his face gradually dissipated, turning into the indifference of the past. However, the next moment, he thought of something and narrowed his eyes again, "Are you living with a man who drinks beef whip soup every day?"

"...You also said last night that he is not interested in me." Qiqi felt a little aggrieved when she mentioned what happened last night.

Tang Jue's temper was inexplicable, and he was unreasonable and did not understand what "respect" meant. She was unwilling to pay attention to Tang Jue anymore and just took the spoon and continued to drink the porridge.

On the opposite side, Tang Jue knew that she was thinking about what happened last night. Looking at that tense little face, his lips moved, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say an apology anyway. In the end, he just tilted his head and said to the housekeeper: "Forget the bullwhip, no more."

housekeeper:"……"

I don’t even know what kind of drama this is sung in~

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After that, the two were silent again. Qiqi couldn't stand this silence, so she put down her chopsticks and walked out of the restaurant. Tang Jue looked at the back and lost her appetite all of a sudden. She put down her chopsticks and followed him out.

When she walked to the hall, she heard her talking to Tang Song. Her voice was soft and gentle, like cotton.

"I want to go to work at the magazine in the afternoon, so can I not choose intravenous injection?"

"Well, you can also do intramuscular injection, but the effect will be slower."

"It doesn't matter, I'm in a hurry."

"Okay, you..."

"What injection did you just say?" Tang Song's words were not finished when a voice suddenly interrupted. Qiqi only felt the man's breath approaching from behind. He stood behind her, making her breath tighten all of a sudden.

Thinking of what happened last night, she was a little frightened in her heart, biting her lip and not answering him.

But Tang Song answered for her without caring: "Intramuscular injection."

Tang Jue raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Song coldly, stretched out his long arms, and hugged Qiqi's waist. With a little force, he pushed her over, letting her back lean against his chest, and asked gently, "Where do you want to hit me?"

Tang Song shuddered at the look in his eyes. The next moment, he suddenly understood why his face looked so ugly.

This intramuscular injection is a spanking!

I can't believe this guy is so stingy!