Chapter 1341： I really admire you

When Bai Mucheng held out the last dish, there was nothing on the table except the hot meal.

He walked over and saw the message on the table.

You guys have a good talk.

As he was thinking about the meaning of the words, the door was pushed open.

An awe-inspiring Fengxian stood at the door, holding some food in his hand.

The eyes are facing each other, and the atmosphere is tense.

Bai Mucheng's hand unconsciously crumpled the message into a ball of paper and threw it into the trash can next to it.

"sit down."

Feng Xian seemed to have known what he was here for a long time ago, and did not ask Qian Miao where he was going. He walked in with a faint expression, opened his seat and sat down.

Quiet dining table, weird atmosphere.

The two faced the table full of food, but they didn't move.

After a long while, Feng Xian opened her lips: "When my eyes hurt, you saved me. I owe you a favor for this matter."

A look of surprise flashed through Bai Mucheng's eyes, and it didn't take a while to recover his calmness. With a smile, he poured a glass of wine and took a sip.

"Owed? I owe you, so I assumed it was I to pay you back that time."

Feng Xian's expression was weak: "Feng Can's matter, you can't pay it off to me, these are two different things."

Bai Mucheng looked down, her phoenix eyes wrapped in a casual look.

"If I tell you that what happened back then was not my intention, would you believe it?"

Feng Xian looked at him directly and was silent for a moment: "Then make it clear."

Bai Mucheng wanted to say something again, and smiled: "Follow it, stop it, I can't say it clearly, what if I say it, it's useless."

He took another sip.

Suddenly, the quilt was crushed by him!

The sound of the cup cracking was crisp and abrupt, making Feng Xuan's eyes tight.

Broken pieces pierced into the flesh and blood dripped on the dining table.

The surface peace has always been an illusion, and only the constant tolerance is true. When the tolerance reaches the limit, it will explode, and it will explode abruptly.

His soft eyes gradually became sharp, and he lifted up slowly, staring coldly at Shang Fengxian: "Sometimes, I really envy you."

He laughed: "You can hate, love, and do whatever you want, but I can't."

Feng Xian's eyes were deep, looking at him, speechless for a moment, and his thoughts were complicated.

Qian Miao played poker with two children, and there were several notes on his nose, which was a sign of a loser.

"Big sister, you can't play?"

Qianmiao retracted his mind and looked at the child: "The cards are dealt."

When the words were over, he picked up the instant chicken drumstick next to him and took a bite.

Two hours later, the two children were drowsy, and the stickers on their heads fell off from time to time.

Qianmiao let them go and let them rest, and she returned to her home.

Before she walked in, she was covered by the strong alcohol, which made her nose slightly itchy.

Gently opened the door, at the table, the two men drank, and all the wine had bottomed out.

When I walked to the table, I saw their hands together.

Qian Mian frowned, a little puzzled, and didn't know whether the negotiation was finally settled.

She grabbed the hands of the two and was about to separate, and suddenly found that the two were not asleep, nor were they holding hands, but fighting.

It's similar to breaking your wrists.

When she saw Bai Mu's injured left hand, she was shocked and hurriedly brought the medicine kit and bandaged him.

The wound has stopped bleeding, and the cuffs are red.

She subconsciously looked to Fengxian, grabbed the other hand and checked it, but she didn't find any injuries, so she threw it aside.

Bai Mu hooked his lips and actively let go of his right hand, and did not continue to compete with Fengxian.