When it was time for dinner, Meng Jiao went to Su Yao and gave him a dinner.

The dinner was very rich, including Su Yao's favorite fish.

So Su Yao immediately picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

In fact, he does not understand why the original plot of the Central Plains Lord with hunger strike this way to force Meng Jiao to release himself, clearly this method is useless.

And if you don't eat, how can you escape from here?

It's the most important thing to keep your physical strength, and it's just a fool if you can't get along with food.

Meng Jiao stood by and watched Su Yao eat. Seeing that he ate with such relish, he suddenly had an appetite.

These days, his appetite is not good at all. He only takes two or three mouthfuls of each meal, and can't eat any more.

And now, all of a sudden, he's hungry.

"Su Yao, how does it taste?"

Su Yao did not lift his head. "It's very good."

"Can I have a taste, too?"

Su Yao put down his chopsticks, raised his head and looked at Meng Jiao with the eyes of a fool. "Then you go down to eat. What's the use of telling me?"

"But I just want to eat what's in your bowl." Meng Jiao said.

The food he ate just now was the same as Su Yao's, but he only ate two or three mouthfuls, so he couldn't eat any more.

So it's not the food that arouses his appetite, but Su Yao that arouses his appetite.

And hear such a words, Su Yao looking at Meng Jiao's eyes suddenly become very disgusted.

"Meng Jiao, are you disgusting? This is what I've eaten. Aren't you afraid to eat my saliva? "

"Not afraid." Meng Jiao replied without hesitation.

Su Yao choked for a moment Meng Jiao, you are really shameless. "

"What you say is what you say."

Su Yao

Cao, he really wanted to beat Meng Jiao, a pervert.

"You have seriously affected my appetite. Please leave here as soon as possible."

"This whole villa is mine. I'll be where I want to be."

Su Yao Let me go now. "

"No way, you can only stay here."

Su Yao was about to vomit blood, so he unilaterally decided not to talk to Meng Jiao.

Meng Jiao is not dissatisfied, because as long as he can be alone with Su Yao for a period of time, even if Su Yao ignores himself, he feels happy.

There was a pervert staring at him. No matter how good his appetite was, Su Yao couldn't eat any more.

He raised his head and saw Meng Jiao smile at him. He felt an impulse to buckle the bowl on Meng Jiao's head.

But at the thought that he would really buckle up, Meng Jiao couldn't let himself go, so he put up with it.

He took a deep breath. "Can you stop looking at me?"

Meng Jiao picks an eyebrow, "how do you know I'm looking at you?"

Su Yao thought, "what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at the bowl of rice in your hand, of course." Speaking of this, Meng Jiao's face is not even red.

Su Yao even wanted to put the bowl on his head.

Hold back, hold back, you can't make the situation more difficult because of the impulse.

However, you can't do it, but you can move your mouth. It's good to move your mouth.

"Meng Jiao, I didn't expect that you, as the young master of the Meng family, don't like to eat delicacies, but like to eat what others have left."

Meng Jiao suddenly laughed, "don't you already know that when I didn't go back to Meng's house, I robbed food with stray dogs and cats? At that time, I was just like a beggar. "