Chapter 14： Seeing that Xi Heming didnt follow her own words... (1/2)

Seeing that Xi Heming did not follow what she said, Jiang Wanwan rolled up her sleeves and wrapped another one. When putting the green onions, she deliberately shook in front of Xi Heming's eyes: "Look how green are these tender and sweet green onions. It is placed with mutton. It’s delicious and tired together, and you will fall in love with just one bite."

After packing, Jiang Wanwan snapped a bite and nodded seriously to Xi Heming: "It's very perfect. At this time, the spring onions are new to the market, so it's very interesting."

Xi Heming moved his chair to the side when he heard the words of the taste, his face was full of resistance.

Jiang Wanwan bit the meatloaf in her hand angrily: "You will regret it if you don't listen to me."

Do you regret not eating green onions? Hehehe, Xi Heming rolled his eyes gracefully, took out the roasted lamb chops, and took a bite. Not to mention, the fruit roasted on charcoal fire is better than the oven roasted fruit.

Aunt Wang prepared a lot of ingredients. Jiang Wanwan was full, but Xi Heming took some more. When the sky was completely dark, there was nothing left of the ingredients on a table except for the big kidneys hidden under the table by Xi Heming. .

Jiang Wanwan ate a lot and was in a state of drunkenness, and she collapsed in a chair comfortably. The sleeves of Xi Heming's clothes were also rolled up, and the straight hair he usually combed was a little messy and casually fell on his forehead, and his arms were casually draped on the back of a chair, turning his head to admire the night view.

The grill was empty, only a little charcoal fire was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, burning in the stove. The breeze blew away, taking away the smell of barbecue and sending a faint fragrance of flowers.

Feeling the breeze, looking at the lights outside the window, and admiring the flowers and plants on the terrace, Xi Heming felt very relaxed and comfortable, as if the pressure and busy work were far away from him, even Jiang Wanwan looked more pleasing to the eye than before.

Of course, the premise is that she can't speak, otherwise she still has to be **** off by her.

Xi Heming turned her head and glanced at Jiang Wanwan, only then found out that she had fallen asleep leaning on the back of the chair at some point.

Although the weather is warm at this time, it is still a bit cold at night. If she is allowed to sleep, she will definitely get sick tomorrow.

Xi Heming's brows frowned involuntarily, and he muttered: "It's really a trouble."

"Jiang Wanwan, wake up." Xi Heming stood beside Jiang Wanwan and looked at her condescendingly: "Don't sleep anymore."

Jiang Wanwan tilted her head and was sleeping, but she didn't even hear Xi Heming's call.

Xi Heming stood aside and stared at her for a long time. Seeing that she didn't respond, he stretched out his hand and patted Jiang Wanwan's face gently with the back of his hand: "Hey, get up, drunkard."

Jiang Wanwan's face crooked along his hand and fell to the other side again, without any intention of waking up.

Xi Heming stared at her, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch her cheeks and pulled her face back. Jiang Wanwan opened his eyes as soon as he tugged twice, and stretched out his hand to touch her face with a dazed expression.

"It hurts!"

Xi Heming quickly withdrew his hands with eyesight and swiftly, putting his hands in his pockets if nothing had happened, and said confidently: "I haven't repelled mosquitoes this week. It must have been bitten by insects."

"I didn't touch the bag!" Although Jiang Wanwan's head was muddled, she still looked at Xi Heming with some doubts, always feeling that something was wrong.

"What are you doing standing in front of me, peeking at my beauty?"

Xi Heming sneered and showed a sarcastic smile: "You are too confident of your own appearance. If I want to see beauty, wouldn't it be okay to go back and look in the mirror? Just like me, dressing up as a woman is probably better than you. ."

Jiang Wanwan: "..."

Although I felt insulted, it seemed that what Xi Heming said was right. If this face turns into a woman to seduce her, she can follow along.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanwan raised her hand and patted Xi Heming's abdominal muscles: "Xi Heming, fortunately you are a man with such a bad personality, otherwise I would really like you." After a pause, Jiang Wanwan added with a serious face. One sentence: "Eight pack abs can't save your image in my heart."

Xi Heming sneered: "Don't like me the best, lest I worry about you taking advantage of me all day long."

Jiang Wanwan snorted: "Discrimination against me again!"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Since you wake up, go back to your room." Xi Heming grabbed Jiang Wanwan by the collar and picked her up: "There is no medicine at home if you have a cold. Don't want me to send you to the hospital. ."

Jiang Wanwan stood up swayingly, she felt her legs soft just after taking a step forward, and her whole body was paralyzed.

Xi Heming had quick eyes and quick hands. Before he could react, his hands had already held Jiang Wanwan's waist and lifted her from the ground again.

Seeing Jiang Wanwan being hugged by him, Xi Heming was extremely depressed. He felt that he must have been so out of control after drinking too much. In fact, he didn't intend to pull her at all.

"This place is not good, it's too slippery!" Jiang Wanwan, who was leaning against Xi Heming's arms, said with a serious expression: "It made me slip and fall."

Xi Heming looked down at the expensive lawn under his feet, ignored Jiang Wanwan's words, and pushed her away from his arms: "Can you walk?"