The woman opposite was so angry that she covered her mouth and ran away crying.
Because she knew that with her family background, there was nothing she could do about Ye Shaoxuan.
She regretted a little. She just said nonsense just to please Huangfu Youran. Now that it has become like this, even her father will not help her, but will scold her.
Huangfu Youran hesitated for a moment and followed him out.
It's not that she wants to appease her playmate, but she really has no shame in staying here any longer.
Many people saw the little farce just now, but no one paid attention.
First, they have some understanding of the temperament of Ye Shaoxuan, Flying Eagle Fortress, and Young Master. They cannot control this matter. If they do, they may get into trouble.
Secondly, they also felt that the Huangfu Youran women just now did not know how to judge the situation and were too petty.
Even if Ye Shaoxuan feeds his concubines in public, it is indeed a bit outrageous, but it is not their turn to ridicule them, right?
Ye Zhongli, who was sitting on the seat, was so angry that he wanted to lift the table, and looked at Su Qiao with a bit of disgust.
Sure enough, things that are not on the table are things that are not on the table, and she did this kind of thing with a man on this occasion.
What happens to other people is not Ye Shaoxuan's concern at all.
He quickly threw away the chicken neck, specially selected the best piece of meat and handed it to Su Qiao's mouth. "Eat this piece, this piece has no bones."
Su Qiao took a look.
There are not many bones, but there is a big piece of chicken skin on this piece, which looks greasy.
"It's too oily, I won't eat it."
Ye Shaoxuan frowned.
I won't eat this or that. Why are you so picky?
This is also a little too difficult to support.
Although he felt disgusted in his heart, he did not stop picking up the dishes and began to carefully search the dishes on the table, wondering which one the women liked and which was more to her liking.
"Even if you have no appetite, you have to eat as much as you can. If you are so thin, how will you give birth to my children in the future?"
Su Qiao rolled his eyes at him. "Who said I would give you a child?"
He hadn't even left these horoscopes yet, but he wanted to go ahead.
He was looking at the dishes on the table, wondering which one tasted better. Ye Shaoxuan heard this and suddenly became angry, "If you don't want to give birth to me, then who do you want to give birth to?"
"Why do I have to give birth? Is it possible that a woman's role is only to give birth to children?"
These men are really strange. They are all from the same species. Who is no nobler than the other, so who stipulates that women must have children? "Who stipulates that this child must be born to a woman?"
When technology reaches a certain level, wouldn't a child be able to come out of a man's belly?
Ye Shaoxuan stared at her curiously for a while.
Just say that this little woman's brain is different from other people's, and her temper and thoughts are much weirder than him. That guy Du Heng still doesn't believe it.
"You hate children?"
Before Su Qiao could reply, he said very neatly Underground Passage: "It just so happens that I hate it too, so we don't want children. It's better just the two of us. That's how it's decided."
Su Qiao's mind was still stuck on what he just said, and he couldn't help but chew it in his mouth.
Why does he hate it?
Could it be because his mother died in childbirth when giving birth to him?
Watching her put the tofu balls into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, she was particularly cute.
Ye Shaoxuan felt inexplicably happy, picked up another one and handed it to her mouth.
He found that feeding her felt very good and gave him a very pleasant feeling of satisfaction.
Su Qiao stared at the tofu balls and resisted a little, "Stop feeding them. I really don't want to eat them. Forget it. To tell you the truth, I have no sense of taste."
"What?" Ye Shaoxuan thought he heard wrongly or understood wrongly, so the meatballs fell on the table.
Su Qiao put down the tea cup in his hand and said lightly Underground Passage: "No matter how delicious the food is, it's like chewing cotton. It's tasteless and tasteless. I can't feel any taste."