Prisoner's wife's pet: European-style president's domineering love

"Well... can you love someone else?" She couldn't accept his so-called love, it was really abnormal.

"Call me Xijue, huh?" Huangfu Xijue grabbed her little hand and sniffed deeply at his nose, his slightly nasal voice came out, full of laziness.

"No!" Mu Xiaoyan twitched her eyebrows, withdrew her hand, and pushed on his chest. "You don't want to do this."

Normally, Huangfu Xijue would not spend so much patience on a girl, but this time is different, as long as he convinces his mother that he has a woman he likes, he can get rid of more women.

Huangfu Xijue didn't get angry and objected to her and smiled slightly, stroked her little head with his big palm, and said in a gentle tone behind her ear that even he himself felt uncomfortable listening to: "If you don't like these words, I will let you Chef to do it again?"

"..."

Mu Xiaoyan is a little confused about the current situation. She was indifferent to her before last night, and even used violence against her. Why now...

She shook her head and looked at the food on the table again. It was Chinese food. From the perspective of her eating Chinese food for many years, it seemed that these were completely to her taste. It was no longer the undercooked steak brought by the maid when she just woke up. And the disgusting foie gras and the like.

"No need, these suit my appetite." Mu Xiaoyan said lightly, bowing her head in defeat, she clearly resented the man in front of her, but there was a kind of power in him that seemed to be suppressing her The anger, even if you want to explode, you can't find an entry point.

She raised her fork and froze in the air for a while: "Is there any rice?"

For a child from an ordinary family like Mu Xiaoyan, eating is just to fill her stomach, and the food is just to make it less monotonous. The main food is rice and steamed buns, so she is not used to eating only vegetables.

Huangfu Xijue turned his head and said something to the maid behind him. It was in his mother tongue, and Mu Xiaoyan couldn't understand it.

"Are you the only one eating these meals?" Mu Xiaoyan looked up at him, with a little reproach in his eyes.He must not be able to eat so much by himself, it is simply a waste of ingredients, the dinner of these twenty or so people is enough.

He didn't answer, and soon, the maid brought the rice and chopsticks.Mu Xiaoyan was also polite and had a full meal. After all, the body is the capital of the revolution, and even if she went on a hunger strike, it was impossible to change the fact that he imprisoned herself.

"Can you give me a mobile phone?" Mu Xiaoyan had to think for a long time before she said it bravely. She felt a little stage fright in front of him, like a primary school student standing in front of the head teacher.

Huangfu Xijue put down his knife and fork with a smile, and said to Mu Xiaoyan, "Famous poems, what do you want now?"

"Pfft..." As soon as Huangfu Xijue's words fell, the rice that Mu Xiaoyan ate into his mouth spit out, not because of anything else, he called her Mingshi, and he really believed what she said yesterday.

"I...not Mingshi, I'm Mu Xiaoyan." Mu Xiaoyan gave a dry laugh, and then explained to the man in front of him.

She can never learn to refuse, knowing that the other party is an enemy, but when he greets him with a smile on his face, she can't help but treat him sincerely.

"Mu... Xiaoyan." Huangfu Xijue carefully chewed her name in his mouth, and raised his neck as if thinking deeply.With an indiscriminate smile on his lips, he said softly: "Then I'll call you Xiaoyan? It's very kind."

"That..." Mu Xiaoyan looked at him with some embarrassment, really wanting to tell her that the two of them haven't gotten to know each other that well.But it is said that foreigners are more open, maybe he is no exception.