puppet mask game

In the morning, a teenager with an injured foot was sitting at the dining table in the Zheng family's villa, while the person taking care of the teenager was busy in the kitchen.

Bored, the boy rested his jaw with one hand, picked up the chopsticks in his right hand, and threw peanuts sprinkled with salt into his mouth, chewing and chewing. After a while, the peanuts were half gone.

Jiang Mingjing came out of the kitchen, patted Zheng Laiyi's hand that was reaching out to peanuts, and said, "Don't keep eating these, you'll get angry!"

Zheng Laiyi squinted at him.

Please, who brought this up?

Not receiving Zheng Laiyi's silent complaint, Jiang Mingjing put the soy milk in front of him, and said: "It's still a little hot, be careful. I didn't sprinkle too much sugar, if it's not sweet enough, I'll add more sugar for you."

After speaking, he turned and went back to the kitchen. Jiang Mingjing brought out a small plate of neatly cut leek pancakes from the kitchen, and placed it in front of Zheng Laiyi, saying, "Okay, eat more for me, I'm too thin gone."

Picking up the soy milk, Zheng Laiyi took a sip carefully, then picked up the crispy pancake and took a bite. Immediately, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled the mouth. People can't stop.

There is no need to speak, Zheng Laiyi's non-stop actions are tantamount to directly telling Jiang Mingjing that he likes the meal very much.This made Jiang Mingjing slightly relieved.

Fortunately, last night I picked the right dishes impromptu, and finally the little ancestor was obedient to the service.

But it was obvious that Jiang Mingjing was too happy.

At twelve noon, the stubborn young man sat at the dining table expressionlessly, motionless.In front of him were Jiang Mingjing's loofah roasted and steamed pumpkins, which he had spent a long time making, and a bowl of sweet winter melon soup.However, Zheng Laiyi still didn't move his chopsticks in the face of this delicious lunch.

Jiang Mingjing put down the rice and said, "It's time to eat."

Zheng Laiyi didn't raise her hand.

Jiang Mingjing said it again: "It's time to eat."

Zheng Laiyi was indifferent.

Jiang Mingjing gave up and asked directly, "Are you so unhappy again?"

Looking at the food on the table with disgust, Zheng Laiyi said bluntly: "Do you think I'm a pet? I don't like a table of melons."

Probably being irritated too many times, Jiang Mingjing has begun to get used to Zheng Laiyi's waywardness, and even in this situation, he can only sigh at most.

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll do it."

"I'll eat whatever you cook."

"..."

There should be a limit to willfulness!

Not wanting to talk about persuasion, Jiang Mingjing walked directly to Zheng Laiyi, picked up his bowl, scooped up a small spoonful of rice, handed it to his mouth, and ordered: "Eat!"

Zheng Laiyi turned her head away and directly said, don't eat!

Jiang Mingjing pinched his chin with one free hand, turned his head around, and ordered: "Eat!"

Zheng Laiyi kept her mouth shut and refused to eat.

Jiang Mingjing was angry, forced his mouth open, and stuffed rice into it.

Zheng Laiyi then became angry. He tried his best to break free from Jiang Mingjing's hands that imprisoned him, waving his hands around involuntarily, trying to separate the person who made him unhappy.

It's just that they didn't estimate the strength and distance well. When the two realized how dangerous it was to do so, it was already time for the tableware and chopsticks to fall to the ground, causing a mess on the dining table and the floor.

Jiang Mingjing was stunned, and Zheng Laiyi was also stunned.

Looking down at the floor soaked in the soup, and then at the loofahs and steamed pumpkins on the dining table that were soaked in soup, Jiang Mingjing couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment.

Does this mean that his efforts to curry favor with this brat have been denied?

The anger rising from the bottom of his heart stained Jiang Mingjing's eyes red. He raised his head, looked at Zheng Laiyi angrily, and shouted, "Damn it, you..."

I stopped talking halfway through.Why?Because Jiang Mingjing saw Zheng Laiyi trembling.

Trembling slightly, slightly, and with little force, Zheng Laiyi was sitting on a chair with pale gauze on the raised soles of her feet. Her thin body stood alone in the air without any support. will generally disappear.

Zheng Laiyi was afraid, he was afraid.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mingjing couldn't care less about getting angry. He picked up Zheng Laiyi and placed him on the other side of the dining table.

At least, don't let his clothes get wet.

After putting down Zheng Laiyi, Jiang Mingjing turned around, found cleaning tools, and cleaned up the mess.Then, he returned to Zheng Laiyi's side, sat aside, looked at him, and said, "I'm not angry anymore."

"..."

Zheng Laiyi lowered her head and curled up. Although she no longer trembled, she was more silent than before.

Jiang Mingjing felt the pain in his heart as if it had been pinched. He stretched out his hand, wanting to take a closer look at Zheng Laiyi's expression.But just as he touched Zheng Laiyi, he felt a faint tremor from his fingers.

He was really scared. This wayward and lawless young master was worried. Was it because he knocked over something?

Stubbornly raising his face, Jiang Mingjing looked at him more seriously than ever.

Zheng Laiyi's face was still expressionless, even to the point of rigidity - this was a robot-like expression that Jiang Mingjing had never seen before.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you again."

"..."

"Don't worry, you don't like melon food, I won't do it again."

"……Yes……"

"what?"

"No."

Without any sign, Zheng Laiyi cried silently.

"No...it's...I...I'm...I'm sorry...I can...I can eat...I'm sorry..."

There is nothing more distressing than looking at someone who feels pity and apologizes while trying not to shed tears. Jiang Mingjing thought he would die of heartache.

Without hesitation, Jiang Mingjing hugged Zheng Laiyi and whispered into his ear, "It's okay, it's my fault. Be good, be good, be good, be good."

Looking at him always looking like a willful young master who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, he often forgets that he is only a 16-year-old child, and he stubbornly refuses to let go. In the end, he suffers and suffers himself.

"Good boy, good boy, it's okay, it's okay."

Disobedient, quarrelsome, playful, and making trouble out of no reason, who would dare to be so presumptuous if he didn't have the peace of mind that he would never be left behind?

"Okay, okay, Laiyi, shhh, it's okay, it's my fault, not yours."

Fortunately, almost, almost forced the little man back into his turtle shell, fortunately...

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and it was even more frightening than when I saw Zheng Laiyi standing alone among the debris. Jiang Mingjing hugged the person in his arms tightly, saying "it's okay" was not so much for others to hear, as it was for others to hear. Tell yourself.

fortunately……

Coaxing, pampering, lovingly, Jiang Mingjing has never been so clear as now that he wants to take care of Zheng Laiyi, and wants to take good care of him no matter what.

This is his decision and determination.