She took a casual sip, put down her glass and asked, "is it ready to eat now?"


    Timothy chuckled. "Are you hungry? Eat it. "


    Ye Anqi picked up chopsticks and started to eat. She wanted to finish eating early and got his reply.


    Timothy''s eyes were familiar with her.


    But he didn''t eat and drank from the back of his chair.


    A glass of red wine, he soon drank up.


    "You don''t eat?" Ye Anqi finally asked him.


    Mainly, she was afraid that he would delay her time.


    Timothy smiles. "You clip me. I''ll eat whatever you clip."


    "You don''t have long hands?"


    "I like your clip."


    Ye Anqi didn''t want to talk nonsense. She took a pair of spare chopsticks and quickly picked vegetables for him.


    Ginger slices, garlic sprouts, pepper, pepper, celery, bone without meat


    She''ll give him whatever is bad.


    Soon there was a hill in his bowl.


    Timothy raised her eyebrows. "Fox, I didn''t expect you to be so nice to me."


    "I''m full. Eat quickly." Ye Anqi put down her chopsticks.


    Timothy frowned this time. "So much?"


    Just half a bowl of rice.


    "I''m not hungry."


    "Eat more."


    "I don''t feel well after eating too much. Don''t worry about me. Eat your food."


    Timothy took an empty bowl and filled her with a bowl of skimmed chicken soup. "You can''t eat it. Drink this bowl of soup."


    "I don''t like chicken soup."


    "It''s good for your health. I''ll be in a good mood if you drink it." He hinted at her, threatened her.


    Ye angqi took the bowl. "OK, I''ll drink it."


    She drank slowly with a spoon, afraid that it would run out, and he filled her with another bowl.


    Timothy also picked up the chopsticks and slowly began to eat the dishes she had given him.


    After drinking a few mouthfuls, ye Anqi felt some fever in her body.


    "What''s in the chicken soup?" She asked.


    "Some traditional Chinese medicine can nourish your body."


    No wonder it has a great tonic feeling.


    Ye continued to drink, but the hot and dry feeling became more and more intense.


    She put down the spoon. "I''m full."


    Timothy put down his chopsticks, and he took a few bites. "Now we have cake."


    Ye Anqi is a little fidgety. If he procrastinates, she will be impatient.


    But she refrained from erupting.


    Timothy asked the servant to remove all the food. He rolled up his shirt sleeve, got up and held the pastry knife. "Which one would you like?"


    "All right." Ye Anqi answers casually, she now has a kind of sultry feeling, very want to drink ice water, blow cold wind.


    Timothy cuts out the best part and hands it to her.


    "Try it and see how it tastes?"


    "I have eaten. I hope you can give me an accurate and satisfactory reply." Ye Anqi took a fork and took a bite.


    "How?"


    "Not bad." In fact, she didn''t feel it when she was eating. She was very hot.


    After another bite, she didn''t want to eat at all.


    The cream was too sweet and greasy, and she was not feeling well. She had no appetite at all.


    "What''s the matter?" Timothy asked.


    Ye Anqi raised her eyes and put on his deep eyes.


    At this time, she was not simply sultry, but abnormal heat.


    Ye Anqi suddenly frowned, "what did you give me to eat?"


    Timothy''s suit was silly, "isn''t it cake?"


    "You put the medicine in the chicken soup Timothy, you''re mean Ye Anqi got up and wanted to go to the bathroom.


    She had just taken a few steps when she was pulled back.


    She fell into the generous embrace of a man.


    Timothy''s breath was completely different from that of the night, and it was strange to her.